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Cathy
July 7, 2025
Today would have been Anne's 96th birthday.....I miss her today and many days,she was our family's "adopted grandma" and my dear friend. We'll play a game of Scrabble in your honor.
Mary
June 27, 2022
Miss you every day, Mum.
Owen Patterson
November 3, 2018
Nope.
Cameron Talbot
July 25, 2015
Having meet this gracious, handsome, perceptive woman just once at one of Jim and Kathy's wedding anniversary dinners, I was struck by her innate beauty which this photo does not render.
My sincere condolences to the wonderful family she nurtured and loved.
Sibelan Forrester
July 24, 2015
It's terribly painful to lose your mother. No one else knows you or loves you the way your mother does. And the most important things she teaches you aren't in what she says, but in what you watch her do and how she lives.
My mother Anne Cameron Forrester Snow was born in Shipley, Yorkshire in 1929. Her parents were Scots, both born in 1888, and chary with compliments or open expressions of love. Her father was headmaster of St. Bede's Catholic boys' school in Bradford, a bus ride away, and all four of his children attended Catholic school. Her mother was a former seamstress who had made the best buttonholes in Edinburgh, and she continued to knit clothes for her children and then grandchildren as long as her hands and eyesight allowed. Anne was the second child and oldest of three daughters. She had hoped to attend university (variously interested in studying genetics or veterinary science), but the family prioritized her older brother's medical education, so she went to teacher's college instead. She was happy in this profession and glad to have the chance to work with children. She came to the United States looking forward to a break from the rainy weather and postwar rationing, and she thought she would go back to England after a year or two. Imagine this person landing in San Francisco in 1954, then living in Boulder in the 1960s and 1970s, and then moving to the mountains in 1980, and teaching school for several years in Nederland. She kept her feet on the ground through all that, including some difficult years after her first husband left her with four small children. She was a strong and sometimes stubborn woman who was determined to stay as long as she could in her house on Sugarloaf, and who greatly appreciated what this community gave her.
My mother was a loyal friend: she enjoyed getting to know people and spending time with them. She loved her six stepchildren, their spouses and kids, and was just devastated when her youngest stepchild, Kent Snow, died before he turned fifty. In 1995 and 1996, when my four-year-old son needed intensive chemotherapy for leukemia, she flew out to spend a month with us in Pennsylvania, and when her granddaughter Jesse needed a heart operation she flew to New York State to be there for that as well.
Anne had a wonderfully dry sense of humor: she always enjoyed pulling someone's leg. Because of her accent and that British tradition of humor she often found herself performing Englishness. (She herself would say Britishness, because of her Scottish parents and one Irish grandmother.) She usually enjoyed the performance, but two of the friends she most treasured Kathleen Heywood in the 1970s, and Peg Fulton more recently were from England themselves, which meant there was no need to perform or explain things. Anne would also agree that of all the accents an immigrant might have, the English one had great prestige and often made some aspect of life a bit easier. Now I think of the times when her father and then her mother died, and she could not afford to fly back for their funerals. Even though she was strong and had chances to visit later, she missed the members of her family who had stayed in the old country, and being in this country changed her.
We were lucky to have Anne with us as long as we did, and we are thankful to the neighbors in Coughlin Meadows who looked after her as part of their community, to her friends and former colleagues in Nederland, to everyone at St. Rita's. Since I found employment far away from Boulder, I am especially grateful to my stepbrothers and stepsisters and their families, who also held Anne in their hearts and always included her in celebrations. I trust you will keep her in your prayers, as she certainly kept you in hers.
July 9, 2015
I don't think I signed my name to the first comment but as you would say Anne " I'm right daft". Anyway dear friend thank you for making me laugh and sharing many cups of tea. Such a pleasure to have known you!
Pam or as you always called me "Queen Pam". I am going to miss you so much.
July 9, 2015
I will always love Anne Snow. One of my dearest friends. We had so many laughing sessions when we were out for lunch or on the phone. I miss her terribly. I am from Lancashire and she was from Yorkshire and the War of the Roses was ever in mind - lol. Lady Di
July 9, 2015
Will miss your wonderful sense of humor and our long phone conversations!! We did laugh.
Love you Anne.
Mary and Michael Waterman
July 2, 2015
We love you, Mum <3
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