I never met Edie, but, do know her niece Jodi, daughters Violet, Janet and Jackie, with whom I have a special friendship. Over the years Jackie shared stories of her mom, childhood and the love and laughter they all shared. It’s a special woman that raises her family surrounded by such happiness. To her family and close friends I know the sadness you feel now is palpable. Stay strong. My condolences with heartfelt love. Lenora Cuccinello

Mom,
On this day 59 years ago, it was the first time I saw your beautiful eyes, and you held my little tiny hands in yours. Through the many years, we shared treasured memories, you smothered me with love, millions of kisses and thousands of hugs. On this day, I will always celebrate you. Thank you for “borning” me Mommy.
I will always love you oxo
I am the woman I am today, all because of you.
Love, Janet

Aunt Edie, you will be so missed by many people, I will cherish and keep in my heart all we shared together…. I will never forget your positivity, love you shared , strength instilled in me by you…. Till we meet again. Love you…

My first memories of "Mrs. Grater" were sitting at her kitchen table in Barnsboro, eating melba toast, and most likely plotting behind her back to get Violet out of the house. I'm assuming something we would later regret, since she always seemed to know, under that watchful eye, we were probably up to yet another foolish idea. However, as an adult, what I remember most is her intelligence and quick wit with a no-nonsense delivery which usually ended in laughter for us all. I will miss the joy I felt while in her presence, this special, unique lady that lives on in her daughters. Thank you Mrs Grater for the memories

Mom,
We loved to say “MY” Mommy all the time; it rolled right off our tongue. You made each of us feel like we were the only one.

Here is a poem for you:

My Mom Kept A Garden
Author Unknown

My Mother kept a garden, 
a garden of the heart,

She planted all the good things
 that gave my life it’s start.

She turned me to the sunshine
 and encouraged me to dream,

Fostering and nurturing 
the seeds of self-esteem…

And when the winds and rain came,
 she protected me enough-

But not too much because she knew
 I’d need to stand up strong and tough.

Her constant good example
 always taught me right from wrong-

Markers for my pathway
 that will last a lifetime long.

I am my Mother’s garden.

I am her legacy-
And I hope today she feels the love 
reflected back from me.

With much love & admiration,
your Daughters oxo

Rest in peace aunt edie....from the evans.

In loving memory, until we meet again Always.... Violet