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Leave a tributeGod looked around his garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone…
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
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Leave a Tribute
God looked around his garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone…
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Author: unknown
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Tacoma News Tribune Obituary
VIRGINIA HAYES
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Virginia F. Hayes Virginia passed away August 31, 2015. She was born July 7, 1920. She was a longtime resident of Tacoma. She enjoyed cooking, reading and old movies. Virginia is survived by her daughters Marie Harris and Deanna Armour, sister Vera Conley, and six generations of family members.
Published in News Tribune (Tacoma) on Sept. 9, 2015
posted by her daughter, Marie Harris
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I left my heart in San Francisco
One of my mother's favorite memories is a trip which she took with Virginia to San Franscisco, CA. She had agreed to accompany my aunt to San Francscisco to visit her husband, uncle Art in the VA Hospital. He had to travel there in order to have surgery since he was merchant marine and that was the closest hospital. My mother thought that it would be a fun trip since my oldest sister, Juanita lived across the Bay in Richmond with her second husband and 3 children and my father had cousins in San Francisco.
They took a long train ride which must have be reminicist of their trip to Columbus, OH after the death of their mother. In those days, the Pullman Porters were still predominately African American, so it was one of the few places where African Americans were treated royally. Also there were not many safe places for women travelingl alone without much money to stay, so they stayed in a small room in the YWCA.
My mother remembers how fasinated they were the city and the big buildings and rapid pace of life. They wanted to venture to "Chinatown" since their uncle and father had travelled and spent time there in the 1920s and 1930s, but they were warned of the dangers. They did however get to see the cable cars and Golden Gate Bridge.
My sister, Juanita's home was in a very low income distressed area of Richmond, CA which was 360 degrees different from the sparkling city that they had left. My sister ran with was referred to as a "fast" crowd in those days that loved to have card parties, smoke and drink into long hours of the night. This was not at all my mom's style, but Aunt Virginia fit right in. Although she was probably 2 decades older than my sister's friends, my mother remembers her becoming the life of the party. She could drink with the best of them and she was a great story telling. She had the rare talent that many of today's comedians have, where she could tell a real life story, but embellished it just enough to have everyone rolling on the floor in laughter. She could hand all night with the best of them. She had my sister's friends in tears and entertained them the whole trip.
KFC
SHE hould have had stock in KFC in her Senior years, because it was her favorite treat. All that grease & salt & she lived to 95! Not to mention the years of Vodka--but of course it had been a staple for Russians who have lived over 100 yrs. I am not recommending however, because we all do not have those genes