Arlington Edward Davis "Art" September 27, 1967 – March 13, 2025

Arlington Edward Davis, known to most as "Art," took his final ride on March 13, 2025, at the age of 57. Born in Mountain Home, Idaho, on September 27, 1967, he was the son of Una Venera (Bryd) Davis and Tracy Davis Sr., with a special place in his heart for Clarence Kilgore, who was like a second father to him.

Art was a man of simple joys—model cars scattered across his shelves, the sound of COPS playing on the TV, the smell of barbecue filling the air on a summer afternoon. He lived for the open road, for backroading adventures that often led to nowhere in particular, and for the kind of family gatherings where stories got louder as the night went on. Camping trips, long talks, and time spent with loved ones were his greatest treasures. If you knew Art, you knew family was everything to him.

He was preceded in death by his mother, Una Venera Davis; his father, Tracy Davis Sr.; and his chosen father figure, Clarence Kilgore. He now rests alongside his brothers Gilbert Ray Lish, Edward Lee Lish, and Leonard Lewis Olson, as well as his former spouse, Belinda Davis.

Art's legacy lives on in the family he loved fiercely. He is survived by his spouse, Cindy Flowers; his former spouse and mother of his child, Barbara Waldeier; and his brothers and sisters—Harold Robinson, Robert Robinson, Norma Smith, Paul Rhinehart, Helen Piazzo, and Tracy Parker. He was a father to Rachel, McKenzie, Dakota, Summer, Ricky, Ashlyn, Joe, Paul, Crystal & Sean and a grandfather, uncle, and friend to many. His presence will be missed, his memory carried forward in the stories shared around bonfires and Sunday dinners.

At this time, no services are scheduled. The family extends special thanks to Roberson-Polley Funeral Home for their support and care. Special thanks to Mosaic for all special cares and (Bishop) David Peterson for supporting the family.

In the end, Art's life wasn't measured in years but in moments—the laughter, the late-night drives, the family barbecues, the endless love he gave. He lived for the simple things, and maybe that's the best way to be remembered: a man who found joy in what truly mattered.

Online Condolences: www.robersonpolleychapel.com