|Birth: ||Sep. 12, 1923|
|Death: ||Aug. 18, 1991|
Mom, your soft voice sometimes so hard to hear. Opposites do attract, as your husband had a voice that carried. You were the only woman he ever loved. He missed you so much when you were gone. And he waited for the day he could join you again. Loved by husband and daughter. Left your favorite songs in the heart and on my mind. May God Bless your heart and soul and your husband's too.
The love of your life after your husband and child was playing the guitar, singing country songs. You always made it a family affair. Dad would listen, intently your adoring audience and you had your daughter sing with you. Wrote the words down to the songs, played with heart and soul.
Times were hard, your soldier off to war to fight at Normandy. The letters to few, but precious to you even in later years.
Moved from the hills of Missouri to go to the big city of Kansas City to make enough money to live on. Springfield a little town, times were hard after the war at first.
Slowly American's were making the way back from the depression you remembered, WW II and you added your part to the Baby Boomer's generation.
Life became easier for a time with your husband getting out of the carpenter work and into the furnace business. On to a new ranch style home in suburban Independence, Missouri.
Fishing and hunting part of the family week-ends and routines.
I am sure had you pursued the dreams you had you would have made them look easy to the rest of us. Desired to be a commercial artist as a young girl, and woman. For a while thought you may want to sing. But did not do a lot to pursue that.
Housewife and mother to settle into the daily life. Good and bad times. You come through, lots of grins and happiness along the way, when you could.
So soft spoken, mild and shy...my dear that would have not been easy to be on a stage with those endearing qualities. Admired, almost on a pedestal to high to reach by your one and only husband of 50 plus years. Adored by a daughter and sometimes the one that gave you some horrible times. Yet through all that you never gave up with your good sense of humor song, "And baby makes three."
Favored love could be seen from your eyes, as you played and sang "Room Full Of Roses." Sick and dying of cancer, still the humor as you from the hospital called your husband on the phone to tell him it was your 50th Anniversary and you wanted that pot of gold he promised you.
Your one moment of fame when you sang on stage "Settin The Woods On Fire" in Kansas City, MO. and played your guitar at the Jubilee House there. I sat beside your mother and she was very pleased with her daughter, and her beautiful singing voice. Music and art your loves. After the husband, daughter and pets of course.
Muerl Page Mead (1896 - 1935)
Jeanetta Elizabeth Finch Mead (1896 - 1968)
Ralph Leroy Davis (1920 - 2003)*
Cecil Forrest Mead (1921 - 1980)*
Anna Florence Mead Davis (1923 - 1991)
Springfield National Cemetery
Plot: F0 299
Created by: Judy Young
Record added: Sep 13, 2005
Find A Grave Memorial# 11743037