Florence, Aunt Kitty, was born on October 22, 1924, only 20 minutes apart from her twin cousin, Virginia Brown Fisher Marriotto in the same house - one upstairs one downstairs. The mother of the two sisters delivered both babies. Her sister, Coral Lee was born 14 months later in the same house, and the three of them were close all their lives. She graduated from Bellingham High School, class of 1942.
During the war she commuted to Seattle to Boeing, and was a Rosie the Rivitter. After the war, she was a "Number Please" operator, and as a little girl, I loved when I knew the operator was Aunt Kitty. Later she was a private secretary in the Prosecutor's office, and worked as secretary for Puget Power. She preferred being home and doing her gardening, knitting, sewing, and needle point, and taking care of their beloved dogs who were their only "children". Lilly was their last one and they were broken hearted when she died after 17 years of faithful companion ship.
Florence married her childhood sweetheart, Frank Abela, and they had 54 years together before he passed in 2004. They loved traveling on their vacations and always had their fishing poles with them. In Florida, Aunt Kitty caught a marlin, well, half a marlin. A barracuda took the back half in one bite while she was reeling it in. It made an interesting trophy catch photo. Every vacation had the pics of their catches and they always had a lot of fish. They especially liked taking their nephew Chucky with them.
Florence and Frank were members of Calvary Temple and knew Jesus Christ as their savior. They traveled with the church to build churches in the Fiji Islands and Hawaii. Aunt Kitty loved the Fiji trip and the people.
They were Snowbirds the last ten years of their lives together, going to Cabo San Lucas for 6 months a year. On their last trip down, a Tsunami hit and every one left and ran up the hill to the Convent. They watched the wave come in and wash away the beachside trailers and cars. The ones on the other side of the street were buried in 5 feet of sand, mud, and debris, but they were still there. That was the first time in 10 years they were not on the beachside. On the way home from that trip, they scraped off the passenger side of the RV to avoid hitting the truck on their side of the curve… That ended their vacation travels.
They lived in many homes in Bellingham and moved to Vacaville, CA in the mid '60s, then moved back to Bellingham and lived out on Gooseberry point in the late '60s. When the bridge in Marietta washed out in a storm. Aunt was airlifted out in a helicopter and said it was the most terrifying thing in her life. In the mid '70s, they moved to their little enchanted cottage in Fairhaven where they lived the rest of their lives, across the street from their dear friends, Rob and Claudia Marsh. When Uncle Frank was so ill for the last two years, Rob and Claudia were Florence's rock to lean on.
Cat, the mangiest looking grey in existence, literally walked into Florence's life and house about 3 days after Frank passed away. She called saying the cat was rubbing up on her legs… He was her companion and slept on her bed and got lovies and was the bestest cat food there ever was. Cat moved across the street when Florence broke her hip and moved to Mt Baker Care Center. He still lives with Claudia and Rob. We should have named him Therapy.
Florence spent her last year living in Everson with niece, Robin Anderson, and was very happy with the hustle and bustle, all because she was there and dearly loved. When she saw the wheelchair ramp, she said "What a lovely wooden garden path," and that was how she viewed life, always with an optimistic view.
She will be greatly missed by many nieces and nephews, including several great nieces and nephews, a few great-great nieces and nephews, and one great-great-great niece. Florence touched many lives and left each one a better person because of her caring attitude and her loving spirit.
Many thanks to Circle of life and Hospice House. Hospice House gave her a peaceful, serene setting with the most gentle care, as she passed from this earthly life to her eternal life with Christ her Lord and Savior. She left to go home through the FRONT door with dignity and grace, and we knew the saints were already hugging her.
In lieu of cards and flowers, Aunt Kitty would like donations sent to Summer Bell Medical Benefit Account, First National Bank, 245 E. 1st St, Powell, Wyoming 82435.
During the war she commuted to Seattle to Boeing, and was a Rosie the Rivitter. After the war, she was a "Number Please" operator, and as a little girl, I loved when I knew the operator was Aunt Kitty. Later she was a private secretary in the Prosecutor's office, and worked as secretary for Puget Power. She preferred being home and doing her gardening, knitting, sewing, and needle point, and taking care of their beloved dogs who were their only "children". Lilly was their last one and they were broken hearted when she died after 17 years of faithful companion ship.
Florence married her childhood sweetheart, Frank Abela, and they had 54 years together before he passed in 2004. They loved traveling on their vacations and always had their fishing poles with them. In Florida, Aunt Kitty caught a marlin, well, half a marlin. A barracuda took the back half in one bite while she was reeling it in. It made an interesting trophy catch photo. Every vacation had the pics of their catches and they always had a lot of fish. They especially liked taking their nephew Chucky with them.
Florence and Frank were members of Calvary Temple and knew Jesus Christ as their savior. They traveled with the church to build churches in the Fiji Islands and Hawaii. Aunt Kitty loved the Fiji trip and the people.
They were Snowbirds the last ten years of their lives together, going to Cabo San Lucas for 6 months a year. On their last trip down, a Tsunami hit and every one left and ran up the hill to the Convent. They watched the wave come in and wash away the beachside trailers and cars. The ones on the other side of the street were buried in 5 feet of sand, mud, and debris, but they were still there. That was the first time in 10 years they were not on the beachside. On the way home from that trip, they scraped off the passenger side of the RV to avoid hitting the truck on their side of the curve… That ended their vacation travels.
They lived in many homes in Bellingham and moved to Vacaville, CA in the mid '60s, then moved back to Bellingham and lived out on Gooseberry point in the late '60s. When the bridge in Marietta washed out in a storm. Aunt was airlifted out in a helicopter and said it was the most terrifying thing in her life. In the mid '70s, they moved to their little enchanted cottage in Fairhaven where they lived the rest of their lives, across the street from their dear friends, Rob and Claudia Marsh. When Uncle Frank was so ill for the last two years, Rob and Claudia were Florence's rock to lean on.
Cat, the mangiest looking grey in existence, literally walked into Florence's life and house about 3 days after Frank passed away. She called saying the cat was rubbing up on her legs… He was her companion and slept on her bed and got lovies and was the bestest cat food there ever was. Cat moved across the street when Florence broke her hip and moved to Mt Baker Care Center. He still lives with Claudia and Rob. We should have named him Therapy.
Florence spent her last year living in Everson with niece, Robin Anderson, and was very happy with the hustle and bustle, all because she was there and dearly loved. When she saw the wheelchair ramp, she said "What a lovely wooden garden path," and that was how she viewed life, always with an optimistic view.
She will be greatly missed by many nieces and nephews, including several great nieces and nephews, a few great-great nieces and nephews, and one great-great-great niece. Florence touched many lives and left each one a better person because of her caring attitude and her loving spirit.
Many thanks to Circle of life and Hospice House. Hospice House gave her a peaceful, serene setting with the most gentle care, as she passed from this earthly life to her eternal life with Christ her Lord and Savior. She left to go home through the FRONT door with dignity and grace, and we knew the saints were already hugging her.
In lieu of cards and flowers, Aunt Kitty would like donations sent to Summer Bell Medical Benefit Account, First National Bank, 245 E. 1st St, Powell, Wyoming 82435.
Florence, Aunt Kitty, was born on October 22, 1924, only 20 minutes apart from her twin cousin, Virginia Brown Fisher Marriotto in the same house - one upstairs one downstairs. The mother of the two sisters delivered both babies. Her sister, Coral Lee was born 14 months later in the same house, and the three of them were close all their lives. She graduated from Bellingham High School, class of 1942.
During the war she commuted to Seattle to Boeing, and was a Rosie the Rivitter. After the war, she was a "Number Please" operator, and as a little girl, I loved when I knew the operator was Aunt Kitty. Later she was a private secretary in the Prosecutor's office, and worked as secretary for Puget Power. She preferred being home and doing her gardening, knitting, sewing, and needle point, and taking care of their beloved dogs who were their only "children". Lilly was their last one and they were broken hearted when she died after 17 years of faithful companion ship.
Florence married her childhood sweetheart, Frank Abela, and they had 54 years together before he passed in 2004. They loved traveling on their vacations and always had their fishing poles with them. In Florida, Aunt Kitty caught a marlin, well, half a marlin. A barracuda took the back half in one bite while she was reeling it in. It made an interesting trophy catch photo. Every vacation had the pics of their catches and they always had a lot of fish. They especially liked taking their nephew Chucky with them.
Florence and Frank were members of Calvary Temple and knew Jesus Christ as their savior. They traveled with the church to build churches in the Fiji Islands and Hawaii. Aunt Kitty loved the Fiji trip and the people.
They were Snowbirds the last ten years of their lives together, going to Cabo San Lucas for 6 months a year. On their last trip down, a Tsunami hit and every one left and ran up the hill to the Convent. They watched the wave come in and wash away the beachside trailers and cars. The ones on the other side of the street were buried in 5 feet of sand, mud, and debris, but they were still there. That was the first time in 10 years they were not on the beachside. On the way home from that trip, they scraped off the passenger side of the RV to avoid hitting the truck on their side of the curve… That ended their vacation travels.
They lived in many homes in Bellingham and moved to Vacaville, CA in the mid '60s, then moved back to Bellingham and lived out on Gooseberry point in the late '60s. When the bridge in Marietta washed out in a storm. Aunt was airlifted out in a helicopter and said it was the most terrifying thing in her life. In the mid '70s, they moved to their little enchanted cottage in Fairhaven where they lived the rest of their lives, across the street from their dear friends, Rob and Claudia Marsh. When Uncle Frank was so ill for the last two years, Rob and Claudia were Florence's rock to lean on.
Cat, the mangiest looking grey in existence, literally walked into Florence's life and house about 3 days after Frank passed away. She called saying the cat was rubbing up on her legs… He was her companion and slept on her bed and got lovies and was the bestest cat food there ever was. Cat moved across the street when Florence broke her hip and moved to Mt Baker Care Center. He still lives with Claudia and Rob. We should have named him Therapy.
Florence spent her last year living in Everson with niece, Robin Anderson, and was very happy with the hustle and bustle, all because she was there and dearly loved. When she saw the wheelchair ramp, she said "What a lovely wooden garden path," and that was how she viewed life, always with an optimistic view.
She will be greatly missed by many nieces and nephews, including several great nieces and nephews, a few great-great nieces and nephews, and one great-great-great niece. Florence touched many lives and left each one a better person because of her caring attitude and her loving spirit.
Many thanks to Circle of life and Hospice House. Hospice House gave her a peaceful, serene setting with the most gentle care, as she passed from this earthly life to her eternal life with Christ her Lord and Savior. She left to go home through the FRONT door with dignity and grace, and we knew the saints were already hugging her.
In lieu of cards and flowers, Aunt Kitty would like donations sent to Summer Bell Medical Benefit Account, First National Bank, 245 E. 1st St, Powell, Wyoming 82435.
During the war she commuted to Seattle to Boeing, and was a Rosie the Rivitter. After the war, she was a "Number Please" operator, and as a little girl, I loved when I knew the operator was Aunt Kitty. Later she was a private secretary in the Prosecutor's office, and worked as secretary for Puget Power. She preferred being home and doing her gardening, knitting, sewing, and needle point, and taking care of their beloved dogs who were their only "children". Lilly was their last one and they were broken hearted when she died after 17 years of faithful companion ship.
Florence married her childhood sweetheart, Frank Abela, and they had 54 years together before he passed in 2004. They loved traveling on their vacations and always had their fishing poles with them. In Florida, Aunt Kitty caught a marlin, well, half a marlin. A barracuda took the back half in one bite while she was reeling it in. It made an interesting trophy catch photo. Every vacation had the pics of their catches and they always had a lot of fish. They especially liked taking their nephew Chucky with them.
Florence and Frank were members of Calvary Temple and knew Jesus Christ as their savior. They traveled with the church to build churches in the Fiji Islands and Hawaii. Aunt Kitty loved the Fiji trip and the people.
They were Snowbirds the last ten years of their lives together, going to Cabo San Lucas for 6 months a year. On their last trip down, a Tsunami hit and every one left and ran up the hill to the Convent. They watched the wave come in and wash away the beachside trailers and cars. The ones on the other side of the street were buried in 5 feet of sand, mud, and debris, but they were still there. That was the first time in 10 years they were not on the beachside. On the way home from that trip, they scraped off the passenger side of the RV to avoid hitting the truck on their side of the curve… That ended their vacation travels.
They lived in many homes in Bellingham and moved to Vacaville, CA in the mid '60s, then moved back to Bellingham and lived out on Gooseberry point in the late '60s. When the bridge in Marietta washed out in a storm. Aunt was airlifted out in a helicopter and said it was the most terrifying thing in her life. In the mid '70s, they moved to their little enchanted cottage in Fairhaven where they lived the rest of their lives, across the street from their dear friends, Rob and Claudia Marsh. When Uncle Frank was so ill for the last two years, Rob and Claudia were Florence's rock to lean on.
Cat, the mangiest looking grey in existence, literally walked into Florence's life and house about 3 days after Frank passed away. She called saying the cat was rubbing up on her legs… He was her companion and slept on her bed and got lovies and was the bestest cat food there ever was. Cat moved across the street when Florence broke her hip and moved to Mt Baker Care Center. He still lives with Claudia and Rob. We should have named him Therapy.
Florence spent her last year living in Everson with niece, Robin Anderson, and was very happy with the hustle and bustle, all because she was there and dearly loved. When she saw the wheelchair ramp, she said "What a lovely wooden garden path," and that was how she viewed life, always with an optimistic view.
She will be greatly missed by many nieces and nephews, including several great nieces and nephews, a few great-great nieces and nephews, and one great-great-great niece. Florence touched many lives and left each one a better person because of her caring attitude and her loving spirit.
Many thanks to Circle of life and Hospice House. Hospice House gave her a peaceful, serene setting with the most gentle care, as she passed from this earthly life to her eternal life with Christ her Lord and Savior. She left to go home through the FRONT door with dignity and grace, and we knew the saints were already hugging her.
In lieu of cards and flowers, Aunt Kitty would like donations sent to Summer Bell Medical Benefit Account, First National Bank, 245 E. 1st St, Powell, Wyoming 82435.
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