A few years ago Mom wrote this: “As some of you have probably noticed, I do talk with a very different accent. I was born in France many years ago, I lived there until I got married and came to the United States.
Growing up in France was quite different. I went to an elementary school.
Children in France still go to school in a different way. From 8:00 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. then lunch from 11:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m,. School started again 1:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. They go Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday and have Wednesday off. My hometown was in the northeast of France near the Belgium border. We were about 80 miles south of Brussels, on the highway to Paris. It is an industrial part of France with coal mines and steel factories in the vicinity. We used to go to the seaside facing England, and the weather was very much often humid and cool.
I had an older brother and younger sister and a mother and father. My mother became very ill and could not take care of us. She put us in a boarding school, where she had gone too. It was run by Catholic nuns and we went home quite often on the weekends.
The war started June 1939 and my father was a captain in the reserve and was called back. He was made a prisoner of war for 2 years and we were there, 3 teenagers living alone with my grandmother, and times were hard at that time. We had a lot of rationing, but being young we could handle it. In 1945, the war was over and I was going to school in Paris and then I was sitting quietly on the train. George was stationed in a medical dispensary nearby Amiens, France and had a pass for his first visit to Paris. He offered to carry my bag when we arrived at the station and also asked me to help him to use the French phone to call the USO where he was staying. My English was better than his French and he also asked me if I would meet with him the next day. We met and went to Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. We started writing and each time that he could have a pass, he would come back and see each other again and discuss more of Paris, Versailles and the Louvre. He met my family and then was sent home when the war with Japan was over in 1945, about 6 months after meeting him. He asked me before leaving me for the last time if I would marry him and I said,” yes”. My father did not like the idea of me coming so far to a place named Kansas. The few things that we knew from the U.S. were movies such as cowboys in Texas, gangsters in Chicago and Indians that would scalp you when they could find you. He told us to wait for one year for George to come back to the states, write to each other and to see in time if
we still cared for each other. He went back to Kansas and started school on the G.I. Bill.
A year later we were still in love and decided to get married. We were married by proxy in 1947 before I moved to the U.S.”
The following is the timeline in the U.S. from 1947-2018:
She arrived in the U.S. at Ellis Island in New York, then moved to Wichita, Kansas, where Terry and Michele were born. She moved to Evansville, Indiana for a short time where Linda was born. She then moved to Oklahoma City, OK where she lived for several years. Later she moved to Denver, Colorado in 1966, Humble, Texas from 1973 to 1976, back to Oklahoma City, OK from 1976 to 1990 and then back to Denver, Colorado in 1990 to 2018.
She enjoyed cooking, being a homemaker, taking care of her children, playing bridge, keeping up to date on current events and SHOPPING! She spent a lot of time with her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren and being a part of their lives. She loved traveling back to France, around the United States and to Canada. She never met a stranger and loved talking to everyone. Elizabeth was loved by all.
She was preceded in death by her husband, George in 1999. She is survived by her son Terry (Shanna), and her 2 daughters Michele Christofferson (Bob), and Linda Bachman (Rick).
She is also survived by 9 grandchildren, Paul, Emily and Laura, Travis, Kaia and Matt, Heidi, Melodee and Nikki as well as 12 great-grandchildren, Tanner, Zakary, Hannah, Tyler, Dylan, Jack, Mason, Logan, Peyton, Elle, Maddie, and Nora and soon to be Audrey.
Elizabeth was so very proud of her family and they loved her so very, very much.
We are thankful that the suffering is over and we all know that Grandmere is experiencing the perfection of heaven and we will be with her there one day.
Memorial donations can be made in Elizabeth’s memory to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital: https://www.stjude.org/
Growing up in France was quite different. I went to an elementary school.
Children in France still go to school in a different way. From 8:00 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. then lunch from 11:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m,. School started again 1:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. They go Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday and have Wednesday off. My hometown was in the northeast of France near the Belgium border. We were about 80 miles south of Brussels, on the highway to Paris. It is an industrial part of France with coal mines and steel factories in the vicinity. We used to go to the seaside facing England, and the weather was very much often humid and cool.
I had an older brother and younger sister and a mother and father. My mother became very ill and could not take care of us. She put us in a boarding school, where she had gone too. It was run by Catholic nuns and we went home quite often on the weekends.
The war started June 1939 and my father was a captain in the reserve and was called back. He was made a prisoner of war for 2 years and we were there, 3 teenagers living alone with my grandmother, and times were hard at that time. We had a lot of rationing, but being young we could handle it. In 1945, the war was over and I was going to school in Paris and then I was sitting quietly on the train. George was stationed in a medical dispensary nearby Amiens, France and had a pass for his first visit to Paris. He offered to carry my bag when we arrived at the station and also asked me to help him to use the French phone to call the USO where he was staying. My English was better than his French and he also asked me if I would meet with him the next day. We met and went to Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. We started writing and each time that he could have a pass, he would come back and see each other again and discuss more of Paris, Versailles and the Louvre. He met my family and then was sent home when the war with Japan was over in 1945, about 6 months after meeting him. He asked me before leaving me for the last time if I would marry him and I said,” yes”. My father did not like the idea of me coming so far to a place named Kansas. The few things that we knew from the U.S. were movies such as cowboys in Texas, gangsters in Chicago and Indians that would scalp you when they could find you. He told us to wait for one year for George to come back to the states, write to each other and to see in time if
we still cared for each other. He went back to Kansas and started school on the G.I. Bill.
A year later we were still in love and decided to get married. We were married by proxy in 1947 before I moved to the U.S.”
The following is the timeline in the U.S. from 1947-2018:
She arrived in the U.S. at Ellis Island in New York, then moved to Wichita, Kansas, where Terry and Michele were born. She moved to Evansville, Indiana for a short time where Linda was born. She then moved to Oklahoma City, OK where she lived for several years. Later she moved to Denver, Colorado in 1966, Humble, Texas from 1973 to 1976, back to Oklahoma City, OK from 1976 to 1990 and then back to Denver, Colorado in 1990 to 2018.
She enjoyed cooking, being a homemaker, taking care of her children, playing bridge, keeping up to date on current events and SHOPPING! She spent a lot of time with her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren and being a part of their lives. She loved traveling back to France, around the United States and to Canada. She never met a stranger and loved talking to everyone. Elizabeth was loved by all.
She was preceded in death by her husband, George in 1999. She is survived by her son Terry (Shanna), and her 2 daughters Michele Christofferson (Bob), and Linda Bachman (Rick).
She is also survived by 9 grandchildren, Paul, Emily and Laura, Travis, Kaia and Matt, Heidi, Melodee and Nikki as well as 12 great-grandchildren, Tanner, Zakary, Hannah, Tyler, Dylan, Jack, Mason, Logan, Peyton, Elle, Maddie, and Nora and soon to be Audrey.
Elizabeth was so very proud of her family and they loved her so very, very much.
We are thankful that the suffering is over and we all know that Grandmere is experiencing the perfection of heaven and we will be with her there one day.
Memorial donations can be made in Elizabeth’s memory to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital: https://www.stjude.org/
A few years ago Mom wrote this: “As some of you have probably noticed, I do talk with a very different accent. I was born in France many years ago, I lived there until I got married and came to the United States.
Growing up in France was quite different. I went to an elementary school.
Children in France still go to school in a different way. From 8:00 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. then lunch from 11:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m,. School started again 1:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. They go Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday and have Wednesday off. My hometown was in the northeast of France near the Belgium border. We were about 80 miles south of Brussels, on the highway to Paris. It is an industrial part of France with coal mines and steel factories in the vicinity. We used to go to the seaside facing England, and the weather was very much often humid and cool.
I had an older brother and younger sister and a mother and father. My mother became very ill and could not take care of us. She put us in a boarding school, where she had gone too. It was run by Catholic nuns and we went home quite often on the weekends.
The war started June 1939 and my father was a captain in the reserve and was called back. He was made a prisoner of war for 2 years and we were there, 3 teenagers living alone with my grandmother, and times were hard at that time. We had a lot of rationing, but being young we could handle it. In 1945, the war was over and I was going to school in Paris and then I was sitting quietly on the train. George was stationed in a medical dispensary nearby Amiens, France and had a pass for his first visit to Paris. He offered to carry my bag when we arrived at the station and also asked me to help him to use the French phone to call the USO where he was staying. My English was better than his French and he also asked me if I would meet with him the next day. We met and went to Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. We started writing and each time that he could have a pass, he would come back and see each other again and discuss more of Paris, Versailles and the Louvre. He met my family and then was sent home when the war with Japan was over in 1945, about 6 months after meeting him. He asked me before leaving me for the last time if I would marry him and I said,” yes”. My father did not like the idea of me coming so far to a place named Kansas. The few things that we knew from the U.S. were movies such as cowboys in Texas, gangsters in Chicago and Indians that would scalp you when they could find you. He told us to wait for one year for George to come back to the states, write to each other and to see in time if
we still cared for each other. He went back to Kansas and started school on the G.I. Bill.
A year later we were still in love and decided to get married. We were married by proxy in 1947 before I moved to the U.S.”
The following is the timeline in the U.S. from 1947-2018:
She arrived in the U.S. at Ellis Island in New York, then moved to Wichita, Kansas, where Terry and Michele were born. She moved to Evansville, Indiana for a short time where Linda was born. She then moved to Oklahoma City, OK where she lived for several years. Later she moved to Denver, Colorado in 1966, Humble, Texas from 1973 to 1976, back to Oklahoma City, OK from 1976 to 1990 and then back to Denver, Colorado in 1990 to 2018.
She enjoyed cooking, being a homemaker, taking care of her children, playing bridge, keeping up to date on current events and SHOPPING! She spent a lot of time with her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren and being a part of their lives. She loved traveling back to France, around the United States and to Canada. She never met a stranger and loved talking to everyone. Elizabeth was loved by all.
She was preceded in death by her husband, George in 1999. She is survived by her son Terry (Shanna), and her 2 daughters Michele Christofferson (Bob), and Linda Bachman (Rick).
She is also survived by 9 grandchildren, Paul, Emily and Laura, Travis, Kaia and Matt, Heidi, Melodee and Nikki as well as 12 great-grandchildren, Tanner, Zakary, Hannah, Tyler, Dylan, Jack, Mason, Logan, Peyton, Elle, Maddie, and Nora and soon to be Audrey.
Elizabeth was so very proud of her family and they loved her so very, very much.
We are thankful that the suffering is over and we all know that Grandmere is experiencing the perfection of heaven and we will be with her there one day.
Memorial donations can be made in Elizabeth’s memory to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital: https://www.stjude.org/
Growing up in France was quite different. I went to an elementary school.
Children in France still go to school in a different way. From 8:00 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. then lunch from 11:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m,. School started again 1:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. They go Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday and have Wednesday off. My hometown was in the northeast of France near the Belgium border. We were about 80 miles south of Brussels, on the highway to Paris. It is an industrial part of France with coal mines and steel factories in the vicinity. We used to go to the seaside facing England, and the weather was very much often humid and cool.
I had an older brother and younger sister and a mother and father. My mother became very ill and could not take care of us. She put us in a boarding school, where she had gone too. It was run by Catholic nuns and we went home quite often on the weekends.
The war started June 1939 and my father was a captain in the reserve and was called back. He was made a prisoner of war for 2 years and we were there, 3 teenagers living alone with my grandmother, and times were hard at that time. We had a lot of rationing, but being young we could handle it. In 1945, the war was over and I was going to school in Paris and then I was sitting quietly on the train. George was stationed in a medical dispensary nearby Amiens, France and had a pass for his first visit to Paris. He offered to carry my bag when we arrived at the station and also asked me to help him to use the French phone to call the USO where he was staying. My English was better than his French and he also asked me if I would meet with him the next day. We met and went to Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. We started writing and each time that he could have a pass, he would come back and see each other again and discuss more of Paris, Versailles and the Louvre. He met my family and then was sent home when the war with Japan was over in 1945, about 6 months after meeting him. He asked me before leaving me for the last time if I would marry him and I said,” yes”. My father did not like the idea of me coming so far to a place named Kansas. The few things that we knew from the U.S. were movies such as cowboys in Texas, gangsters in Chicago and Indians that would scalp you when they could find you. He told us to wait for one year for George to come back to the states, write to each other and to see in time if
we still cared for each other. He went back to Kansas and started school on the G.I. Bill.
A year later we were still in love and decided to get married. We were married by proxy in 1947 before I moved to the U.S.”
The following is the timeline in the U.S. from 1947-2018:
She arrived in the U.S. at Ellis Island in New York, then moved to Wichita, Kansas, where Terry and Michele were born. She moved to Evansville, Indiana for a short time where Linda was born. She then moved to Oklahoma City, OK where she lived for several years. Later she moved to Denver, Colorado in 1966, Humble, Texas from 1973 to 1976, back to Oklahoma City, OK from 1976 to 1990 and then back to Denver, Colorado in 1990 to 2018.
She enjoyed cooking, being a homemaker, taking care of her children, playing bridge, keeping up to date on current events and SHOPPING! She spent a lot of time with her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren and being a part of their lives. She loved traveling back to France, around the United States and to Canada. She never met a stranger and loved talking to everyone. Elizabeth was loved by all.
She was preceded in death by her husband, George in 1999. She is survived by her son Terry (Shanna), and her 2 daughters Michele Christofferson (Bob), and Linda Bachman (Rick).
She is also survived by 9 grandchildren, Paul, Emily and Laura, Travis, Kaia and Matt, Heidi, Melodee and Nikki as well as 12 great-grandchildren, Tanner, Zakary, Hannah, Tyler, Dylan, Jack, Mason, Logan, Peyton, Elle, Maddie, and Nora and soon to be Audrey.
Elizabeth was so very proud of her family and they loved her so very, very much.
We are thankful that the suffering is over and we all know that Grandmere is experiencing the perfection of heaven and we will be with her there one day.
Memorial donations can be made in Elizabeth’s memory to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital: https://www.stjude.org/
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