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Vail Virginia Stedman

Sacramento, California

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STEDMAN, Vail Virginia (Hanson) Born July 14, 1922 in Hammond, WI. On March 28, 2005 she flew away from her home in Sacramento to join in heaven her mother Alice Hanson, father Austin Hanson, stepmother Fern Hanson, son Terry Olson, and grandsons Joshua and Jeremy Stedman. Vail knew that family...

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I did'nt know Vail until later in her life,but she accepted me into her family with open arms.She was always very nice to me and made me feel welcomed in her home.

I will always remember her as a caring loving person, and that she was. She had a good sense of humor, and she enjoyed making people laugh. Now she is resting with those she loves, and she is with us in memory and will forever be in our hearts. She will be missed.

Mrs. Stedman always had a wonderful smile and a great laugh. She loved to make others laugh, too. She knew how to make me feel important to her, even when as an adult my encounters with her became infrequent.

My favorite memories of Mrs. Stedman were when she and the kids lived in a mobile home park off Madison near Watt Ave. She was always so full of life. At times she seemed quite a fireball! But she was always there for her kids. It was nice being a part of her world. I'll...

Vail was my sister and even though we lived far apart she was never far from my thoughts. She was never judgemental; she opened her heart to people from all walks of life. She was kind and selfless and had a great sense of humor. She never complained even though her life was not an easy one. She will be missed now that she has "flown away." I loved her.

She was my mother, always there for me, always ready to give me everything she could. She always said what is mine is yours, you know that. I loved her dearly and know she loved me. Her kids were the most important thing in her life. She didn't care if she had
any material belongings, but she wanted us to have things. We grew up poor, yet I witnessed her charity towards others. No matter how old I got or what address I had, wherever she was, home was. I was so used to going over to her...