|Birth: ||Jun. 3, 1926|
|Death: ||Apr. 21, 1995|
Betty Jean Clawes Braddy King was the daughter of Roy Clawes and Jessie Ferrier, sister of Richard Hugh Clawes and Robert "Bob" Clawes Sr. She grew up in a building on Pratt Ave where her paternal grandparents Richard O. Clawes and Bessie Danielsen Clawes lived, and they worked in the deli on the first floor. They were a very close family literally as well as figuratively. Unfortunately Bessie died later that same year in December. Her Uncle Russell Clawes and Aunt Mae Nelson Clawes lived with their daughter Charlotte Clawes Ritz and son Leslie Clawes. So they were a tight knit group and very gragarious flock together. Jessie told me a few times that she won a pretty baby contest once. She was "smart as a whip" too as Jessie would say. She graduated Salutatorian from Taft High School in Chicago (1-27-44). I suspect from the way she reacted about it when I asked her, that she fudged on purpose to let her friend graduate 1st place, but can't prove it, but I would bet on it because that's how my mom was. A giving person. It gave her more pleasure than anything to give to someone else. It was her utmost God givin blessing and it saved her or paved her way through out her life time and again. It made her what she was to the core, and of that I am sure. She went to Knox College in Galesburg, IL., where I believe she met my future father Tillman "Brad" Braddy, whom she married in June of 1949. After graduation from Knox she taught grade schoolers at Ashley Fletcher Leal School in Urbana, IL. Then it was time to raise children: Ann, Susan and me, Scott Braddy. They moved several times going to Omaha, Nebraska, then Rochester NY, and Henrietta NY then to Englewood Colorado. They seperated a few times and tried to mend things up as they were not seeing eye to eye on things anymore for several tough years. They divorced in 69. Some may say that stuff is too personal to talk about, but my mother had nothing to hide. Separations and divorce made her a stronger person. However after not working in the outside world for almost 20 years scared her to death, it was very hard for her at first to figure out what to do. I remember telling her to go work teaching and she said no to that because it had been to long. "Well how about sales in a store selling clothes", which she loved, and by golly she took my advice. When I said that, bells must have gone off in her head like a slot machine or something, because it was like a fish to water. Looking back on that, I'm thankful I helped do something meaningful for her. She blamed herself for the divorce I think at first. I remember telling her several times that it was not her fault. It was nobody's fault. She needed to get on with her life, and start dating already. I was suprised she took my advice. I was only a young kid, but it must of meant a lot to her to hear that. In hindsight I'm really glad I could do that for my mom. To not have your childrens blessing on something like that must be hard. You don't really think that way when your a kid missing his dad, but I had to put myself in my mothers shoes to stop, and think. She met a boy fried or two and one ripped her off making her more depressed and skeptical, but all this made her and us as a family realize she had to be strong, and not be takin advantage of ever again. It was a lesson. She met Eddie King around 1970 or 71 while working at Neusteders Department Store in Cinderella City Mall in Englewood and later Cherry Creek Mall selling clothes on commission. Eddie sold shoes there or nearby in the mall. Eddie was a good man who had been through a divorce too. He turned out to be a great person for her. They were good for each other. He made her laugh, and smile and feel good about herself. They moved to Santa Monica, California. On the way in to California while in Las Vegas Nevada they got married in October 1977. Moving there was the best thing they ever did together. It was an adventure and good to go to a clean slate away from the old past. Eddie's father lived with them in his later years and Betty's daughter Susan. Taking care of Eddie's father was a very honorable thing that they did for him vice putting him in a home. Betty worked in sales again at Saks 5th Ave in Beverly Hills and loved it. She was in heaven there. She loved to shop and be in stores, so working in them was not work for her so much as pleasure. I think she must of been very good at it. Waiting on the movie stars from time to time, in the Baby Clothes Department. My mother was very caring that way and had tact and honor and humility and felt that others deserved the same. She was in heaven in a clothes store, and to get paid for it was a bonus. Plus, in Beverly Hills, well, she felt special, - and she was. She was a very caring and giving person. She was very close with family, most of all her mother Jessie. She was coming to visit her mother Jessie in early April of 1995 when she came down ill with liver cancer. She passed suddenly just a few weeks later in her daughter Ann Pasque's house in Parker, Colorado. She was surrounded by family. She had time to get things in order. She was cheerful the entire time. I was thankful that her mother and brothers who called her "Betts" came to see her go. I felt so sad for her mother Jessie. Betty was happy until the end and even went out with a very contented smile on her face. It broke my heart to see her go and I cried like I've never before uncontrolably like a little baby. It suprised me so as I always thought she'd pull through somehow. She was never sick hardly at all in her life. When we stood around her not long before she went she thanked us for being there, mentioning us by name and also a person or being called Joe. She thanked us for coming and being there and it was so uterly selfless and gracious of her, but it was her calling card. It was the last hing she said and she went to sleep. We looked at each other and asked "who's Joe?" An old friend or an angel to take her spirit away perhaps is all I could think and for that I felt good. Until we meet again mom. I love you. If I could only have a fraction of her honor and graciousness I'd be set, but I couldn't hold that record as she is unbeatable.
She was 68 years old.
Roy Alexander Clawes (1900 - 1959)
Jessie Ferrier Clawes (1901 - 1996)
Edward King (1918 - 1984)
Betty Jean Clawes King (1926 - 1995)
Richard Hugh Clawes (1930 - 2016)*
Memory Gardens Cemetery
Plot: Meditation - 349-C-3
Created by: Scott Braddy
Record added: May 01, 2008
Find A Grave Memorial# 26536666