Virginia H. Simpson

Virginia Simpson Obituary

Simpson, Virginia H.
Greece: Died October 17, 2008. Member of North Baptist Church. Survived by spouse, Howard; son, Richard; daughter, Judith; 4 grandchildren of Rochester and 1 of Washington, DC.
No visitation. Immediate family only, Falls Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, send donations to Lifetime Care Hospice of Rochester.

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Published by Rochester Democrat And Chronicle on Oct. 21, 2008.

Memories and Condolences
for Virginia Simpson

2 Entries

Judy Zulauf

October 24, 2008

These are some of the things I've thought about since Mom passed on.
When we lived on Mohawk St. in an apartment, I remember a red dress Mom wore for a party. Wow-she was beautiful. I remember running home from a girlfriend's house crying because I chipped my front tooth playing baseball. While Mom was hugging me someone brought Tom home crying because he fell through a showcase in a store that was in our building. There she was, trying to comfort both us. I remember moving to Ridgeway Ave., the first house my parents bought. I was ten years old. Mom was so excited and worked so hard to fix it up. I remember her surprising me and redecorating my bedroom while I was at Christian camp for a week. We had argued over the color I wanted-forest green. She thought it was too dark. I never thought they'd do it when they did, but there it was when I came home. Forest green walls and new tile floor-green with white speckles. And bedspread, drapes, vanity and chair all matching. It was amazing!
I remember Mrs. Moore helping Mom learn to sew clothes for me for high school. A dark green corduroy skirt and vest, and a plaid skirt with a high waist and straps, and 5 yards around. It was the style and I thought I was cool when I wore them. She also made the dress I graduated from seventh grade in. It was pink dotted swiss with big puff sleeves and a full skirt. She learned to drive a standard shift car while we lived there. She also had her teeth pulled. She had to go to the hospital to have it done because she had to have reconstructive surgery done. She came home with two black eyes and her face all swollen. She had to go without false teeth for about six months. She had to grind all her food and we would tease her. I wrote a silly poem and gave it to her.
We moved to Mt. Read Blvd. in 1957. I graduated from high school Friday night, and we moved Saturday and Sunday. I started my new job Monday at Consolidated Electronics in the Traffic Dept. Mom worked part time at Ebert's Bakery and on Saturdays she'd come home with all kinds of goodies-chocolate eclairs and chop sueys. Oval spice cakes with chocolate frosting were my favorites-yum-yum. Our first autumn in the house, Mom let me have a sleepover with some of the girls from my Sunday School class. We had our first fire in our fireplace. Mom didn't know about opening the flue and the house filled with smoke. It was probably midnight before we got the smoke cleared out. Mentioning Sunday school reminded me that Mrs. Moore invited us to North Baptist Church and drove us there every Sunday until Mom learned to drive. Mom always made sure we were in church for everything. Donald's sister Jean lived two houses from us on Mt. Read. He lived with her and we saw each other every day from April through August 14, 1959 when we married in my home.
Dad and Mom had a house built in 1964 on Dorian Lane. Mom had such a good time planning all the things she wanted in this house. I think this was the first time she ever had new furniture. This is the house I watched my mom grow in. Sometimes Donald and I would pick her up to go for a drive and stop somewhere to eat. She loved going in the fall to see all the fall colors. She was funny, because every time we'd go by an old cemetery, she'd say, isn't that a beautiful cemetery. Sometimes Donald and I will still say that when we drive by one, because it reminds us of her. She finally had to leave her home and go into a nursing home in January of 2008. Something I forgot to mention-was every time you went to Mom's she had to offer you something to eat and drink and she always sent you home with something-usually food. She also had to walk you to your car, no matter what the weather was. I'll always remember her standing in the driveway waving goodbye. When we'd visit her in the nursing home, and get ready to leave she'd say I forgot to offer you something to eat or drink, and then she'd want to walk you to the door. It wasn't long before Mom grew worse. I did a lot of praying and crying for her. Finally, on October 17, 2008 I received a phone call from my nephew Steven saying that Mom had passed on. The first words out of my mouth were, "Praise the Lord!". I'm happy Mom is home with her Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. I'm sure her grandson Craig was there to welcome her home. Someday we'll all be together again, Mom. We'll have a new and perfect body, and live with Jesus forever. Meantime, I'll love and miss you.
Judy

Rebecca James

October 21, 2008

To my Grandmother,
I love you and will cherish the memories I have of spending summer vacations at your house with my cousin Steven, who I love to this day. I always looked forward to your good cooking. Until we meet in heaven, I will keep you close in my heart and keep you alive in my memories. I love you. See you in heaven.
Love,
Rebecca

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