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Beva Grace <I>Goodwin</I> Frady

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Beva Grace Goodwin Frady

Birth
Calico Rock, Izard County, Arkansas, USA
Death
12 Jun 2000 (aged 81)
Haworth, McCurtain County, Oklahoma, USA
Burial
Horatio, Sevier County, Arkansas, USA Add to Map
Plot
SECT D ROW 9
Memorial ID
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Grace was the wife of Willie D Frady.
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THE LIFE OF BEVA GRACE GOODWIN FRADY
Oct 13, 1919 - June 12, 2000
A poem about Momma, written by Judy Farley just before her death.

She was born in the Ozark Mountains,
But she didn't stay there long.
Her dad had the travelin' fever,
And his urge to move was strong.

By way of Colorado,
Texas was now in view.
Her dad didn't make it to the land of milk and honey.
As he always wanted to.

They ended up in Humble,
Where her mom worked to make them a home.
That's where her family spent the rest of their days,
Never more to roam.

But she had spied a blue eyed boy
A cuttin' across her lawn.
A short cut home from the oil fields,
Where he worked each day from dawn.

He said from the moment he saw her,
Someday she'll be my wife,
And for the next 57 years
To her he devoted his life.

From the love they felt together,
They were given a little girl,
And the next four years were together
Until World War II intruded into their world.

For 18 months she raised their child ,
Waiting for the day,
Uncle Sam would send him home again,
And he would get to stay.

So when the war was over,
The job he'd left was gone,
So the blue eyed boy she'd married,
Felt Arkansas calling them home.

So one more time she picked up roots,
Leaving brothers and mother behind.
To spend her life in Arkansas,
Where a new family she would find.

His mom and dad were like her own,
They lived just down the lane.
And the little girl was nearly nine,
When baby sister came.

Six more years had scurried by,
They were happy as could be,
Then another baby surprised them all,
That made the daughters three.

She made all their clothes, with her own hands,
Even made costumes for their plays.
And she was always there when her girls came home,
At the end of each school day.

She was always kind and quite,
Polite as she could be.
She always strived for peacefulness
And to have harmony.

Now eighty-one years have come and gone,
She had one last move to make.
Jesus and her blue eyed boy from Arkansas,
Will be a waitin' at Heaven's Gate.


Grace was the wife of Willie D Frady.
****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****************
THE LIFE OF BEVA GRACE GOODWIN FRADY
Oct 13, 1919 - June 12, 2000
A poem about Momma, written by Judy Farley just before her death.

She was born in the Ozark Mountains,
But she didn't stay there long.
Her dad had the travelin' fever,
And his urge to move was strong.

By way of Colorado,
Texas was now in view.
Her dad didn't make it to the land of milk and honey.
As he always wanted to.

They ended up in Humble,
Where her mom worked to make them a home.
That's where her family spent the rest of their days,
Never more to roam.

But she had spied a blue eyed boy
A cuttin' across her lawn.
A short cut home from the oil fields,
Where he worked each day from dawn.

He said from the moment he saw her,
Someday she'll be my wife,
And for the next 57 years
To her he devoted his life.

From the love they felt together,
They were given a little girl,
And the next four years were together
Until World War II intruded into their world.

For 18 months she raised their child ,
Waiting for the day,
Uncle Sam would send him home again,
And he would get to stay.

So when the war was over,
The job he'd left was gone,
So the blue eyed boy she'd married,
Felt Arkansas calling them home.

So one more time she picked up roots,
Leaving brothers and mother behind.
To spend her life in Arkansas,
Where a new family she would find.

His mom and dad were like her own,
They lived just down the lane.
And the little girl was nearly nine,
When baby sister came.

Six more years had scurried by,
They were happy as could be,
Then another baby surprised them all,
That made the daughters three.

She made all their clothes, with her own hands,
Even made costumes for their plays.
And she was always there when her girls came home,
At the end of each school day.

She was always kind and quite,
Polite as she could be.
She always strived for peacefulness
And to have harmony.

Now eighty-one years have come and gone,
She had one last move to make.
Jesus and her blue eyed boy from Arkansas,
Will be a waitin' at Heaven's Gate.



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