This memorial website was created in memory Siby Shaw, 66, born on February 28, 1948 and passed away on June 21, 2014. Her family and friends will miss her smiling face and positive outlook on everything that life threw her way.
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Leave a tributeSiby was my BIG SISTER. She was ALWAYS cool to me!
We grew up in the typical American family - dysfunctional. Siby is most of 7-years older than me so I was always chasing her around, begging her play board games or cards with me and trying to weasel in on her and her girlfriends' get-togethers. I can remember Sharon, Linda and Barbara.
Sib shared her time well enough with her punk brother when we were children, but by the time I hit 5th grade I was in charge of getting her out of bed and ready for school. Sib was a late sleeper if left to hear own devices, while I was at dawn or before. Often times I would offer her the half-cooked bacon or toast in the oven that I'd make us for breakfast but usually she declined.
When Sib and Chuck Bever hooked up a few years before I was deported to Alabama, that put a jet engine on my relationship with Sib and Chuck. Chuck was extremely good to me and I think that he convinced Siby to let me tag along from time to time. Chuck, Siby and I were good friends for years to come. Neither of them ever turned their back on me when I needed them throughout our lives.
More later.... Bob Kirby
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Our Life - Early Years
Siby shared 7-years with our mom and dad before I came along, so I can't speak much to that except for one neat story. As it was told to me, my soon to be family had just moved to MPLS from Laurens, S.C. They rented an apartment in a multi-story apartment building in South MPLS that had a common utiliy room in the basement. Each apartment or at least each floor was equipped with a laundry chute designed to expedite clothes travel from the upper floors to the laundry facilities in the basement. You're way ahead of me by now I know.
Siby, being the adventurer that she turned out to be decided to take a short trip down the chute on a day when both mom and dad were home at the same time. As told to me, they realized what had happened about the same time and dad turned three (3) flights of stairs into three (3) stairs getting to the basement where he found my sweet big sister drowning in tears on top of a basket full of dirty clothes!!!
Sib never stopped trying out various chutes all of her wonderful life, blessedly surviving all but one.
More to come.........