Daughter of
Percival Preston and
Jessie Marie Gorman Preston
Sister of
Marian Curlee 1922
Dorothy Preston 1925
Jean Andrey 1930
Granddaughter of
Charles Gorman and
Margery MacDonald Gorman
and
George Preston and
Mary Hickey Preston
My beloved and wonderful mother
Mom was born in Cranston, Rhode Island.
Ginny was President of our Local V.F.W. Ladies Auxiliary and Outstanding District president many times of Bergen County New Jersey. She was a member of our town's ambulance corp. Donating hours of service to both organizations. She took pride in her love of our country and always cared about the welfare of our service men and women.
Ginny worked for New Jersey Bell for 45 years, she was a faithful and devoted employee who pushed me to apply and get hired. Thanks to her I've had a wonderful job for 27+ years. Thanks mom.
I have a lot to thank her for, she raised me alone when my dad died at a young age. When her parents were faced with losing the house they had rented for years, in their advanced age they couldn't get a mortgage, mom bought the house for them. An arrangement that worked out well for all, grandma and grandpa got to keep their home and mom had very reliable people to watch me while she worked.
After 45 years of service to the Bell System, retirement didn't suit her. She had several busy jobs for the next 5 years or so, then found her love job. She became a crossing guard to elementary age kids. She enjoyed that so much. Making sure each one got into the school safely. She found a second career there and worked crossing her kids for the next 14 years.
An example of just what a sweet and wonderful woman she was, as well as having a sweet and wonderful mom herself. My mom was on our local ambulance corp, she always had an attachment to Rhode Island, being born there. One afternoon a newly wedded couple were driving from Rhode Island through New Jersey on their honeymoon. They stopped for the night taking a room at a local motel. The groom went to take a shower and as he was showering, scalding hot water rushed from the shower, in a panic the man fell breaking several ribs. My mom was on call that afternoon and took him to the hospital. Meanwhile his young bride was left to be alone in the motel room. My mom took the bride with them to the hospital and when she came home told her mom about the young couple from RI. Together they agreed that a motel room was no place for a young woman on her honeymoon alone. So that night my mom brought the bride home to live with us. She stayed several weeks while her husband recouperated from broken ribs and other problems from the fall. Close enough to the bus, the bride was able to visit her husband every day and come home to a hot meal and a caring family. That's just one of the wonderful things my mom would do for people, even if she never laid eyes on them before.
Mom also had a great sense of humor. On my 10th birthday I had a slumber party, just to give me permission to have 20 10 year old girls invade our house, she had to have a sense of humor. My mom was like one of the girls, we levatated her in the air, drove her crazy, and had one laugh after another. Then came the big laughs, as it got later and we all settled down or tried to for the night, the phone rang. It was the chief of police in my town. He was a friend of my mom's. Not only did she know him from working on the ambulance corp, they had dated in high school. My mom was the type of person that would remain friends with all her ex boyfriends, from grammar school to adulthood. The chief of police called to tell her there was a complaint from my next door neighbor, seems they told the cops we were having a "pot" party. My mom laughed it off, told the chief, yes we are and we are running low could they send more. That would get most parents in trouble, but my mom and the police knew my neighbors liked to cause trouble, it was actually my 12 year old next door neighbor that did the calling. The chief told my mom he had to send a squad car, but to have us be quiet and have the house dark. As the squad car drove by, the policeman saw the house in darkness, so he rang my neighbors bell. With 42 eyes peering out every window we could,we sat as quietly as 20 10 year old girls could and watched. The mother and father knew nothing of the complaint the daughter called in. As the cop drove off, the phone rang, the chief told my mom that my neighbors' daughter was getting yelled at, we laughed until morning after that, many of my friends would see my mom in later years and always bring up the memories of that night.
She was a devoted member of the community, of her town, of her county, of her state, and of her country. Most of all she was a devoted mom. She never let me want for anything. Every Christmas she made an absolute magic time for me, as a kid she would get everything I asked Santa for. As I got older I realized that I had to stop asking for the world, because she would do her best to get it. She loved the holidays and wanted me to treasure each one growing up. I may be a little spoiled for her loving and giving heart, but my memories and thoughts of those wonderful years is the best gift she ever gave me.
She was married a few times, the first husband was before I was born, Jackie McFadyen. Although they ended in divorce Jack and Gin always remained close. He remained one of her dearest friends and was there for her when her mom died. She was there for him when he became ill. I sincerely hope that in heaven they have met and renewed their devotion and love for each other.
She married again to a man she never spoke of, only a few weeks before she passed she told me he was a cruel and jealous man. His jealosy caused the death of her little dog named Jet. My mom was never one to hate anyone. She would go out of her way for strangers, so when she told me how much she hated this man. I know and understand why she never told me about him.
My mom was then married to my dad, Paul. She enjoyed going to the horse races and one evening she met Paul. They were married and had me. Unfortunately daddy didn't live very long, daddy passed away in 1965 or 66. It seemed to be too painful for her to share many of her memories of him with me. She shared some special times, but I think she tried to hold back fearing I would miss him more than I did. I believe after all these years that's how my mom thought. You can't miss what you don't know about, so hold back the memeories and Sharon won't hurt as much. I still do, but I respected my mom's wishes and thoughts. I do wish I had known more.
Mom was alone for a long time, devoting her time to me, her parents health, and our town ambulance corp. She then married my step father, Jim. That marriage ended in divorce because of drug and mental problems with this man. He wasn't my favorite person and for the longest time I chose not to mention him here. He was part of her life though and I'm sure she did care about him. He passed away in 1986.
Ginny was a wonderful person, a devoted daughter and mother. She was the strongest person I knew and one I will admire and love with all my heart always.
Cause of Death-heart failure. Mom was actually scared to death. We had been burned out of our house 3 weeks before her death. She survived that better than most people would have. However the morning we were supposed to move back home to a trailer in our yard the hotel fire alarms went off. The sprinklers were on and my mom unable to walk was in a wheel chair. The alarms were going off before 6AM and I grabbed a pair of jeans, my mom, the dog and took off down the hall, pushing the wheel chair, dragging the dog, through 4 inches of water. I couldn't carry them down four flights of stairs so had no choice but to get into the elevator. When the elevator hit the lobby my mom had passed out. She was later taken to the hospital where she died. She had been so afraid the hotel was on fire, but it was just a malfunction.
I love you mom.
~~~~~
Thank you to all who have visited, left flowers, and words of comfort. I appreciate it, and I know my mom would be overwhelmed with the love and caring that one of her favorite sites has showered on her. Peace and Love to all.
~~~~~
A very special thank you to Dennis Deel for sponsoring this memorial. Dennis, I know my mom would have loved you. Only she would be telling you to call her Ginny, so please do.
Percival Preston and
Jessie Marie Gorman Preston
Sister of
Marian Curlee 1922
Dorothy Preston 1925
Jean Andrey 1930
Granddaughter of
Charles Gorman and
Margery MacDonald Gorman
and
George Preston and
Mary Hickey Preston
My beloved and wonderful mother
Mom was born in Cranston, Rhode Island.
Ginny was President of our Local V.F.W. Ladies Auxiliary and Outstanding District president many times of Bergen County New Jersey. She was a member of our town's ambulance corp. Donating hours of service to both organizations. She took pride in her love of our country and always cared about the welfare of our service men and women.
Ginny worked for New Jersey Bell for 45 years, she was a faithful and devoted employee who pushed me to apply and get hired. Thanks to her I've had a wonderful job for 27+ years. Thanks mom.
I have a lot to thank her for, she raised me alone when my dad died at a young age. When her parents were faced with losing the house they had rented for years, in their advanced age they couldn't get a mortgage, mom bought the house for them. An arrangement that worked out well for all, grandma and grandpa got to keep their home and mom had very reliable people to watch me while she worked.
After 45 years of service to the Bell System, retirement didn't suit her. She had several busy jobs for the next 5 years or so, then found her love job. She became a crossing guard to elementary age kids. She enjoyed that so much. Making sure each one got into the school safely. She found a second career there and worked crossing her kids for the next 14 years.
An example of just what a sweet and wonderful woman she was, as well as having a sweet and wonderful mom herself. My mom was on our local ambulance corp, she always had an attachment to Rhode Island, being born there. One afternoon a newly wedded couple were driving from Rhode Island through New Jersey on their honeymoon. They stopped for the night taking a room at a local motel. The groom went to take a shower and as he was showering, scalding hot water rushed from the shower, in a panic the man fell breaking several ribs. My mom was on call that afternoon and took him to the hospital. Meanwhile his young bride was left to be alone in the motel room. My mom took the bride with them to the hospital and when she came home told her mom about the young couple from RI. Together they agreed that a motel room was no place for a young woman on her honeymoon alone. So that night my mom brought the bride home to live with us. She stayed several weeks while her husband recouperated from broken ribs and other problems from the fall. Close enough to the bus, the bride was able to visit her husband every day and come home to a hot meal and a caring family. That's just one of the wonderful things my mom would do for people, even if she never laid eyes on them before.
Mom also had a great sense of humor. On my 10th birthday I had a slumber party, just to give me permission to have 20 10 year old girls invade our house, she had to have a sense of humor. My mom was like one of the girls, we levatated her in the air, drove her crazy, and had one laugh after another. Then came the big laughs, as it got later and we all settled down or tried to for the night, the phone rang. It was the chief of police in my town. He was a friend of my mom's. Not only did she know him from working on the ambulance corp, they had dated in high school. My mom was the type of person that would remain friends with all her ex boyfriends, from grammar school to adulthood. The chief of police called to tell her there was a complaint from my next door neighbor, seems they told the cops we were having a "pot" party. My mom laughed it off, told the chief, yes we are and we are running low could they send more. That would get most parents in trouble, but my mom and the police knew my neighbors liked to cause trouble, it was actually my 12 year old next door neighbor that did the calling. The chief told my mom he had to send a squad car, but to have us be quiet and have the house dark. As the squad car drove by, the policeman saw the house in darkness, so he rang my neighbors bell. With 42 eyes peering out every window we could,we sat as quietly as 20 10 year old girls could and watched. The mother and father knew nothing of the complaint the daughter called in. As the cop drove off, the phone rang, the chief told my mom that my neighbors' daughter was getting yelled at, we laughed until morning after that, many of my friends would see my mom in later years and always bring up the memories of that night.
She was a devoted member of the community, of her town, of her county, of her state, and of her country. Most of all she was a devoted mom. She never let me want for anything. Every Christmas she made an absolute magic time for me, as a kid she would get everything I asked Santa for. As I got older I realized that I had to stop asking for the world, because she would do her best to get it. She loved the holidays and wanted me to treasure each one growing up. I may be a little spoiled for her loving and giving heart, but my memories and thoughts of those wonderful years is the best gift she ever gave me.
She was married a few times, the first husband was before I was born, Jackie McFadyen. Although they ended in divorce Jack and Gin always remained close. He remained one of her dearest friends and was there for her when her mom died. She was there for him when he became ill. I sincerely hope that in heaven they have met and renewed their devotion and love for each other.
She married again to a man she never spoke of, only a few weeks before she passed she told me he was a cruel and jealous man. His jealosy caused the death of her little dog named Jet. My mom was never one to hate anyone. She would go out of her way for strangers, so when she told me how much she hated this man. I know and understand why she never told me about him.
My mom was then married to my dad, Paul. She enjoyed going to the horse races and one evening she met Paul. They were married and had me. Unfortunately daddy didn't live very long, daddy passed away in 1965 or 66. It seemed to be too painful for her to share many of her memories of him with me. She shared some special times, but I think she tried to hold back fearing I would miss him more than I did. I believe after all these years that's how my mom thought. You can't miss what you don't know about, so hold back the memeories and Sharon won't hurt as much. I still do, but I respected my mom's wishes and thoughts. I do wish I had known more.
Mom was alone for a long time, devoting her time to me, her parents health, and our town ambulance corp. She then married my step father, Jim. That marriage ended in divorce because of drug and mental problems with this man. He wasn't my favorite person and for the longest time I chose not to mention him here. He was part of her life though and I'm sure she did care about him. He passed away in 1986.
Ginny was a wonderful person, a devoted daughter and mother. She was the strongest person I knew and one I will admire and love with all my heart always.
Cause of Death-heart failure. Mom was actually scared to death. We had been burned out of our house 3 weeks before her death. She survived that better than most people would have. However the morning we were supposed to move back home to a trailer in our yard the hotel fire alarms went off. The sprinklers were on and my mom unable to walk was in a wheel chair. The alarms were going off before 6AM and I grabbed a pair of jeans, my mom, the dog and took off down the hall, pushing the wheel chair, dragging the dog, through 4 inches of water. I couldn't carry them down four flights of stairs so had no choice but to get into the elevator. When the elevator hit the lobby my mom had passed out. She was later taken to the hospital where she died. She had been so afraid the hotel was on fire, but it was just a malfunction.
I love you mom.
~~~~~
Thank you to all who have visited, left flowers, and words of comfort. I appreciate it, and I know my mom would be overwhelmed with the love and caring that one of her favorite sites has showered on her. Peace and Love to all.
~~~~~
A very special thank you to Dennis Deel for sponsoring this memorial. Dennis, I know my mom would have loved you. Only she would be telling you to call her Ginny, so please do.
Daughter of
Percival Preston and
Jessie Marie Gorman Preston
Sister of
Marian Curlee 1922
Dorothy Preston 1925
Jean Andrey 1930
Granddaughter of
Charles Gorman and
Margery MacDonald Gorman
and
George Preston and
Mary Hickey Preston
My beloved and wonderful mother
Mom was born in Cranston, Rhode Island.
Ginny was President of our Local V.F.W. Ladies Auxiliary and Outstanding District president many times of Bergen County New Jersey. She was a member of our town's ambulance corp. Donating hours of service to both organizations. She took pride in her love of our country and always cared about the welfare of our service men and women.
Ginny worked for New Jersey Bell for 45 years, she was a faithful and devoted employee who pushed me to apply and get hired. Thanks to her I've had a wonderful job for 27+ years. Thanks mom.
I have a lot to thank her for, she raised me alone when my dad died at a young age. When her parents were faced with losing the house they had rented for years, in their advanced age they couldn't get a mortgage, mom bought the house for them. An arrangement that worked out well for all, grandma and grandpa got to keep their home and mom had very reliable people to watch me while she worked.
After 45 years of service to the Bell System, retirement didn't suit her. She had several busy jobs for the next 5 years or so, then found her love job. She became a crossing guard to elementary age kids. She enjoyed that so much. Making sure each one got into the school safely. She found a second career there and worked crossing her kids for the next 14 years.
An example of just what a sweet and wonderful woman she was, as well as having a sweet and wonderful mom herself. My mom was on our local ambulance corp, she always had an attachment to Rhode Island, being born there. One afternoon a newly wedded couple were driving from Rhode Island through New Jersey on their honeymoon. They stopped for the night taking a room at a local motel. The groom went to take a shower and as he was showering, scalding hot water rushed from the shower, in a panic the man fell breaking several ribs. My mom was on call that afternoon and took him to the hospital. Meanwhile his young bride was left to be alone in the motel room. My mom took the bride with them to the hospital and when she came home told her mom about the young couple from RI. Together they agreed that a motel room was no place for a young woman on her honeymoon alone. So that night my mom brought the bride home to live with us. She stayed several weeks while her husband recouperated from broken ribs and other problems from the fall. Close enough to the bus, the bride was able to visit her husband every day and come home to a hot meal and a caring family. That's just one of the wonderful things my mom would do for people, even if she never laid eyes on them before.
Mom also had a great sense of humor. On my 10th birthday I had a slumber party, just to give me permission to have 20 10 year old girls invade our house, she had to have a sense of humor. My mom was like one of the girls, we levatated her in the air, drove her crazy, and had one laugh after another. Then came the big laughs, as it got later and we all settled down or tried to for the night, the phone rang. It was the chief of police in my town. He was a friend of my mom's. Not only did she know him from working on the ambulance corp, they had dated in high school. My mom was the type of person that would remain friends with all her ex boyfriends, from grammar school to adulthood. The chief of police called to tell her there was a complaint from my next door neighbor, seems they told the cops we were having a "pot" party. My mom laughed it off, told the chief, yes we are and we are running low could they send more. That would get most parents in trouble, but my mom and the police knew my neighbors liked to cause trouble, it was actually my 12 year old next door neighbor that did the calling. The chief told my mom he had to send a squad car, but to have us be quiet and have the house dark. As the squad car drove by, the policeman saw the house in darkness, so he rang my neighbors bell. With 42 eyes peering out every window we could,we sat as quietly as 20 10 year old girls could and watched. The mother and father knew nothing of the complaint the daughter called in. As the cop drove off, the phone rang, the chief told my mom that my neighbors' daughter was getting yelled at, we laughed until morning after that, many of my friends would see my mom in later years and always bring up the memories of that night.
She was a devoted member of the community, of her town, of her county, of her state, and of her country. Most of all she was a devoted mom. She never let me want for anything. Every Christmas she made an absolute magic time for me, as a kid she would get everything I asked Santa for. As I got older I realized that I had to stop asking for the world, because she would do her best to get it. She loved the holidays and wanted me to treasure each one growing up. I may be a little spoiled for her loving and giving heart, but my memories and thoughts of those wonderful years is the best gift she ever gave me.
She was married a few times, the first husband was before I was born, Jackie McFadyen. Although they ended in divorce Jack and Gin always remained close. He remained one of her dearest friends and was there for her when her mom died. She was there for him when he became ill. I sincerely hope that in heaven they have met and renewed their devotion and love for each other.
She married again to a man she never spoke of, only a few weeks before she passed she told me he was a cruel and jealous man. His jealosy caused the death of her little dog named Jet. My mom was never one to hate anyone. She would go out of her way for strangers, so when she told me how much she hated this man. I know and understand why she never told me about him.
My mom was then married to my dad, Paul. She enjoyed going to the horse races and one evening she met Paul. They were married and had me. Unfortunately daddy didn't live very long, daddy passed away in 1965 or 66. It seemed to be too painful for her to share many of her memories of him with me. She shared some special times, but I think she tried to hold back fearing I would miss him more than I did. I believe after all these years that's how my mom thought. You can't miss what you don't know about, so hold back the memeories and Sharon won't hurt as much. I still do, but I respected my mom's wishes and thoughts. I do wish I had known more.
Mom was alone for a long time, devoting her time to me, her parents health, and our town ambulance corp. She then married my step father, Jim. That marriage ended in divorce because of drug and mental problems with this man. He wasn't my favorite person and for the longest time I chose not to mention him here. He was part of her life though and I'm sure she did care about him. He passed away in 1986.
Ginny was a wonderful person, a devoted daughter and mother. She was the strongest person I knew and one I will admire and love with all my heart always.
Cause of Death-heart failure. Mom was actually scared to death. We had been burned out of our house 3 weeks before her death. She survived that better than most people would have. However the morning we were supposed to move back home to a trailer in our yard the hotel fire alarms went off. The sprinklers were on and my mom unable to walk was in a wheel chair. The alarms were going off before 6AM and I grabbed a pair of jeans, my mom, the dog and took off down the hall, pushing the wheel chair, dragging the dog, through 4 inches of water. I couldn't carry them down four flights of stairs so had no choice but to get into the elevator. When the elevator hit the lobby my mom had passed out. She was later taken to the hospital where she died. She had been so afraid the hotel was on fire, but it was just a malfunction.
I love you mom.
~~~~~
Thank you to all who have visited, left flowers, and words of comfort. I appreciate it, and I know my mom would be overwhelmed with the love and caring that one of her favorite sites has showered on her. Peace and Love to all.
~~~~~
A very special thank you to Dennis Deel for sponsoring this memorial. Dennis, I know my mom would have loved you. Only she would be telling you to call her Ginny, so please do.
Percival Preston and
Jessie Marie Gorman Preston
Sister of
Marian Curlee 1922
Dorothy Preston 1925
Jean Andrey 1930
Granddaughter of
Charles Gorman and
Margery MacDonald Gorman
and
George Preston and
Mary Hickey Preston
My beloved and wonderful mother
Mom was born in Cranston, Rhode Island.
Ginny was President of our Local V.F.W. Ladies Auxiliary and Outstanding District president many times of Bergen County New Jersey. She was a member of our town's ambulance corp. Donating hours of service to both organizations. She took pride in her love of our country and always cared about the welfare of our service men and women.
Ginny worked for New Jersey Bell for 45 years, she was a faithful and devoted employee who pushed me to apply and get hired. Thanks to her I've had a wonderful job for 27+ years. Thanks mom.
I have a lot to thank her for, she raised me alone when my dad died at a young age. When her parents were faced with losing the house they had rented for years, in their advanced age they couldn't get a mortgage, mom bought the house for them. An arrangement that worked out well for all, grandma and grandpa got to keep their home and mom had very reliable people to watch me while she worked.
After 45 years of service to the Bell System, retirement didn't suit her. She had several busy jobs for the next 5 years or so, then found her love job. She became a crossing guard to elementary age kids. She enjoyed that so much. Making sure each one got into the school safely. She found a second career there and worked crossing her kids for the next 14 years.
An example of just what a sweet and wonderful woman she was, as well as having a sweet and wonderful mom herself. My mom was on our local ambulance corp, she always had an attachment to Rhode Island, being born there. One afternoon a newly wedded couple were driving from Rhode Island through New Jersey on their honeymoon. They stopped for the night taking a room at a local motel. The groom went to take a shower and as he was showering, scalding hot water rushed from the shower, in a panic the man fell breaking several ribs. My mom was on call that afternoon and took him to the hospital. Meanwhile his young bride was left to be alone in the motel room. My mom took the bride with them to the hospital and when she came home told her mom about the young couple from RI. Together they agreed that a motel room was no place for a young woman on her honeymoon alone. So that night my mom brought the bride home to live with us. She stayed several weeks while her husband recouperated from broken ribs and other problems from the fall. Close enough to the bus, the bride was able to visit her husband every day and come home to a hot meal and a caring family. That's just one of the wonderful things my mom would do for people, even if she never laid eyes on them before.
Mom also had a great sense of humor. On my 10th birthday I had a slumber party, just to give me permission to have 20 10 year old girls invade our house, she had to have a sense of humor. My mom was like one of the girls, we levatated her in the air, drove her crazy, and had one laugh after another. Then came the big laughs, as it got later and we all settled down or tried to for the night, the phone rang. It was the chief of police in my town. He was a friend of my mom's. Not only did she know him from working on the ambulance corp, they had dated in high school. My mom was the type of person that would remain friends with all her ex boyfriends, from grammar school to adulthood. The chief of police called to tell her there was a complaint from my next door neighbor, seems they told the cops we were having a "pot" party. My mom laughed it off, told the chief, yes we are and we are running low could they send more. That would get most parents in trouble, but my mom and the police knew my neighbors liked to cause trouble, it was actually my 12 year old next door neighbor that did the calling. The chief told my mom he had to send a squad car, but to have us be quiet and have the house dark. As the squad car drove by, the policeman saw the house in darkness, so he rang my neighbors bell. With 42 eyes peering out every window we could,we sat as quietly as 20 10 year old girls could and watched. The mother and father knew nothing of the complaint the daughter called in. As the cop drove off, the phone rang, the chief told my mom that my neighbors' daughter was getting yelled at, we laughed until morning after that, many of my friends would see my mom in later years and always bring up the memories of that night.
She was a devoted member of the community, of her town, of her county, of her state, and of her country. Most of all she was a devoted mom. She never let me want for anything. Every Christmas she made an absolute magic time for me, as a kid she would get everything I asked Santa for. As I got older I realized that I had to stop asking for the world, because she would do her best to get it. She loved the holidays and wanted me to treasure each one growing up. I may be a little spoiled for her loving and giving heart, but my memories and thoughts of those wonderful years is the best gift she ever gave me.
She was married a few times, the first husband was before I was born, Jackie McFadyen. Although they ended in divorce Jack and Gin always remained close. He remained one of her dearest friends and was there for her when her mom died. She was there for him when he became ill. I sincerely hope that in heaven they have met and renewed their devotion and love for each other.
She married again to a man she never spoke of, only a few weeks before she passed she told me he was a cruel and jealous man. His jealosy caused the death of her little dog named Jet. My mom was never one to hate anyone. She would go out of her way for strangers, so when she told me how much she hated this man. I know and understand why she never told me about him.
My mom was then married to my dad, Paul. She enjoyed going to the horse races and one evening she met Paul. They were married and had me. Unfortunately daddy didn't live very long, daddy passed away in 1965 or 66. It seemed to be too painful for her to share many of her memories of him with me. She shared some special times, but I think she tried to hold back fearing I would miss him more than I did. I believe after all these years that's how my mom thought. You can't miss what you don't know about, so hold back the memeories and Sharon won't hurt as much. I still do, but I respected my mom's wishes and thoughts. I do wish I had known more.
Mom was alone for a long time, devoting her time to me, her parents health, and our town ambulance corp. She then married my step father, Jim. That marriage ended in divorce because of drug and mental problems with this man. He wasn't my favorite person and for the longest time I chose not to mention him here. He was part of her life though and I'm sure she did care about him. He passed away in 1986.
Ginny was a wonderful person, a devoted daughter and mother. She was the strongest person I knew and one I will admire and love with all my heart always.
Cause of Death-heart failure. Mom was actually scared to death. We had been burned out of our house 3 weeks before her death. She survived that better than most people would have. However the morning we were supposed to move back home to a trailer in our yard the hotel fire alarms went off. The sprinklers were on and my mom unable to walk was in a wheel chair. The alarms were going off before 6AM and I grabbed a pair of jeans, my mom, the dog and took off down the hall, pushing the wheel chair, dragging the dog, through 4 inches of water. I couldn't carry them down four flights of stairs so had no choice but to get into the elevator. When the elevator hit the lobby my mom had passed out. She was later taken to the hospital where she died. She had been so afraid the hotel was on fire, but it was just a malfunction.
I love you mom.
~~~~~
Thank you to all who have visited, left flowers, and words of comfort. I appreciate it, and I know my mom would be overwhelmed with the love and caring that one of her favorite sites has showered on her. Peace and Love to all.
~~~~~
A very special thank you to Dennis Deel for sponsoring this memorial. Dennis, I know my mom would have loved you. Only she would be telling you to call her Ginny, so please do.
