Ellen Freeman
The Crier received word that Ellen Freeman , knowed to so many in Fairview and Gerton residents as the lady who walked or hitched up and down the mountain , every day, has pasted away . Ellen was married to Sonny Freeman. May she rest in peace . Photo by Amelia Caristo.
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Wife Of Sonny Freeman
Cremated Some Ashes Scared In Bearwallow Cemetery Gerton North Carolina. Her Husband Has The Rest.
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Ellen just showed up on the mountain and she met Sonny , Sonny and Ellen lived happily for many of years. I saw her many times walking up and down the mountain. When I Lived In Gerton.
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Long-Time Gerton Neighbor Dies
Ellen Gilkey Freeman, 68, passed away after a lengthy illness on October 9. She is survived by husband Sam (Sonny) Freeman. Ellen was born on December 9, 1950, in Nelsonville, Ohio. She worked for Van Wingerden greenhouses in Hendersonville for ten years; then Manual Woodworkers in Gerton for 10 years. She and Sam married in September 2008. There is no living family on Ellen's side, only Sam and his family. Services were held graveside at Bearwallow Cemetery at 3 p.m. on Sunday, October 28. Revs. Don Freeman and Bobby Dees officiated.
In lieu of flowers, checks may be made out to Bearwallow Baptist Church and marked for "Sonny and Ellen Freeman Fund." This money will be used for Sonny for things he will need. He has a burial plot in Bearwallow Baptist cemetery, but no headstone. There may be medical bills from Ellen, and Sam may require health care in the future.
REMEMBERING ELLEN FREEMAN
Ellen Massey Freeman and I were both Ohioans, so Ohio was a bond we shared. I came to know her on the few occasions when I stopped to give her rides as she was thumbing, either on her way to or from Fairview. That's when she'd tell me stories, make her observations, share opinions. If she didn't get a ride sometimes, she told me, winter hiking was quicker the whole way because the snakes had gone to bed, and she could take the mountain trails instead—they bisected the 33 curves. Summers she carried a walking stick Sonny made her to fend with, and to help keep balance.
She loved doing word puzzles, the kind where you circle the words discovered in blocks of capital letters—sideways, upside down, crosswise. If anyone gave her a puzzle book, it didn't take long for her to finish all the pages. Playing solitaire was another one of her joys, the cards curled with age. (Why did I not remember to give her one of our many unused decks?) She told the funniest stories, mostly jokes on herself or another person. "I just get prettier and sexier every day," she once told me. Not a bad morale booster—right? (I try to say the same of myself now, neither attribute true at age 85.) Her employers wondered at her physical stamina—she'd walk to and from her long-time job at the Hendersonville greenhouse where she carried and toted tirelessly, according to the account. Another employer I know said he wished every worker he'd hired worked as hard as Ellen did --she seemed to be all over the place at once, with as much pep at the day's end as at the beginning.
She was kind, especially to animals—in all kinds of weather, she walked her black dogs on a leash outside the house to avoid their being hit on the highway. When a warehouse co-worker wept over a lost pet, Ellen bought a sympathy card, collected signatures and a little money to tuck into the envelope.
She grieved for a newborn baby she'd lost, and for a twin sister she'd lost touch with in the little Ohio River town where they'd grown up, or until they left home. She'd moved to North Carolina with a man who'd eventually abandoned her, and then Sonny came along, and somehow, his house close by the highway seemed the safest choice.
Her thick beautiful hair with its natural waves pleased her. She didn't mind when she lost all her teeth—the artificial ones hurt too much. At church one time, she'd overheard someone whisper that she wasn't wearing a slip—and it embarrassed her. A proud stubborn woman, the dresses someone had kindly provided for Ellen and Sonny's wedding day she chose not to wear. But she was deeply, deeply pleased by the gifts people had brought. And she laughed about the wedding cake—with the replicas of a little bride dragging the groom across the icing's surface to the tiny altar.
That Ellen lived a hard life is an understatement. That she made choices not good or healthful we all could see. To a degree, don't we all. But we can know she did find joy in little things; she
held her own—a pioneer really, stubborn, strong, self-sufficient as she could manage, until she couldn't anymore. We will remember Ellen as an original, and now, wish her well and kindly.
Contributor : --Barbara Earnhardt Thank you for such a wonderful story about Ellen everyone will miss her.∼Ellen Freeman wife of Sonny Freeman past away October 9, 2018, In a Hospital In Hendersonville North Carolina. She was cremated.
Jackson Funeral Service and Crematory serves the Hendersonville , North Carolina
The Crier received word that Ellen Freeman , knowed to so many in Fairview and Gerton residents as the lady who walked or hitched up and down the mountain , every day, has pasted away . Ellen was married to Sonny Freeman. May she rest in peace . Photo by Amelia Caristo.
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Wife Of Sonny Freeman
Cremated Some Ashes Scared In Bearwallow Cemetery Gerton North Carolina. Her Husband Has The Rest.
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Ellen just showed up on the mountain and she met Sonny , Sonny and Ellen lived happily for many of years. I saw her many times walking up and down the mountain. When I Lived In Gerton.
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Long-Time Gerton Neighbor Dies
Ellen Gilkey Freeman, 68, passed away after a lengthy illness on October 9. She is survived by husband Sam (Sonny) Freeman. Ellen was born on December 9, 1950, in Nelsonville, Ohio. She worked for Van Wingerden greenhouses in Hendersonville for ten years; then Manual Woodworkers in Gerton for 10 years. She and Sam married in September 2008. There is no living family on Ellen's side, only Sam and his family. Services were held graveside at Bearwallow Cemetery at 3 p.m. on Sunday, October 28. Revs. Don Freeman and Bobby Dees officiated.
In lieu of flowers, checks may be made out to Bearwallow Baptist Church and marked for "Sonny and Ellen Freeman Fund." This money will be used for Sonny for things he will need. He has a burial plot in Bearwallow Baptist cemetery, but no headstone. There may be medical bills from Ellen, and Sam may require health care in the future.
REMEMBERING ELLEN FREEMAN
Ellen Massey Freeman and I were both Ohioans, so Ohio was a bond we shared. I came to know her on the few occasions when I stopped to give her rides as she was thumbing, either on her way to or from Fairview. That's when she'd tell me stories, make her observations, share opinions. If she didn't get a ride sometimes, she told me, winter hiking was quicker the whole way because the snakes had gone to bed, and she could take the mountain trails instead—they bisected the 33 curves. Summers she carried a walking stick Sonny made her to fend with, and to help keep balance.
She loved doing word puzzles, the kind where you circle the words discovered in blocks of capital letters—sideways, upside down, crosswise. If anyone gave her a puzzle book, it didn't take long for her to finish all the pages. Playing solitaire was another one of her joys, the cards curled with age. (Why did I not remember to give her one of our many unused decks?) She told the funniest stories, mostly jokes on herself or another person. "I just get prettier and sexier every day," she once told me. Not a bad morale booster—right? (I try to say the same of myself now, neither attribute true at age 85.) Her employers wondered at her physical stamina—she'd walk to and from her long-time job at the Hendersonville greenhouse where she carried and toted tirelessly, according to the account. Another employer I know said he wished every worker he'd hired worked as hard as Ellen did --she seemed to be all over the place at once, with as much pep at the day's end as at the beginning.
She was kind, especially to animals—in all kinds of weather, she walked her black dogs on a leash outside the house to avoid their being hit on the highway. When a warehouse co-worker wept over a lost pet, Ellen bought a sympathy card, collected signatures and a little money to tuck into the envelope.
She grieved for a newborn baby she'd lost, and for a twin sister she'd lost touch with in the little Ohio River town where they'd grown up, or until they left home. She'd moved to North Carolina with a man who'd eventually abandoned her, and then Sonny came along, and somehow, his house close by the highway seemed the safest choice.
Her thick beautiful hair with its natural waves pleased her. She didn't mind when she lost all her teeth—the artificial ones hurt too much. At church one time, she'd overheard someone whisper that she wasn't wearing a slip—and it embarrassed her. A proud stubborn woman, the dresses someone had kindly provided for Ellen and Sonny's wedding day she chose not to wear. But she was deeply, deeply pleased by the gifts people had brought. And she laughed about the wedding cake—with the replicas of a little bride dragging the groom across the icing's surface to the tiny altar.
That Ellen lived a hard life is an understatement. That she made choices not good or healthful we all could see. To a degree, don't we all. But we can know she did find joy in little things; she
held her own—a pioneer really, stubborn, strong, self-sufficient as she could manage, until she couldn't anymore. We will remember Ellen as an original, and now, wish her well and kindly.
Contributor : --Barbara Earnhardt Thank you for such a wonderful story about Ellen everyone will miss her.∼Ellen Freeman wife of Sonny Freeman past away October 9, 2018, In a Hospital In Hendersonville North Carolina. She was cremated.
Jackson Funeral Service and Crematory serves the Hendersonville , North Carolina
Ellen Freeman
The Crier received word that Ellen Freeman , knowed to so many in Fairview and Gerton residents as the lady who walked or hitched up and down the mountain , every day, has pasted away . Ellen was married to Sonny Freeman. May she rest in peace . Photo by Amelia Caristo.
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Wife Of Sonny Freeman
Cremated Some Ashes Scared In Bearwallow Cemetery Gerton North Carolina. Her Husband Has The Rest.
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Ellen just showed up on the mountain and she met Sonny , Sonny and Ellen lived happily for many of years. I saw her many times walking up and down the mountain. When I Lived In Gerton.
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Long-Time Gerton Neighbor Dies
Ellen Gilkey Freeman, 68, passed away after a lengthy illness on October 9. She is survived by husband Sam (Sonny) Freeman. Ellen was born on December 9, 1950, in Nelsonville, Ohio. She worked for Van Wingerden greenhouses in Hendersonville for ten years; then Manual Woodworkers in Gerton for 10 years. She and Sam married in September 2008. There is no living family on Ellen's side, only Sam and his family. Services were held graveside at Bearwallow Cemetery at 3 p.m. on Sunday, October 28. Revs. Don Freeman and Bobby Dees officiated.
In lieu of flowers, checks may be made out to Bearwallow Baptist Church and marked for "Sonny and Ellen Freeman Fund." This money will be used for Sonny for things he will need. He has a burial plot in Bearwallow Baptist cemetery, but no headstone. There may be medical bills from Ellen, and Sam may require health care in the future.
REMEMBERING ELLEN FREEMAN
Ellen Massey Freeman and I were both Ohioans, so Ohio was a bond we shared. I came to know her on the few occasions when I stopped to give her rides as she was thumbing, either on her way to or from Fairview. That's when she'd tell me stories, make her observations, share opinions. If she didn't get a ride sometimes, she told me, winter hiking was quicker the whole way because the snakes had gone to bed, and she could take the mountain trails instead—they bisected the 33 curves. Summers she carried a walking stick Sonny made her to fend with, and to help keep balance.
She loved doing word puzzles, the kind where you circle the words discovered in blocks of capital letters—sideways, upside down, crosswise. If anyone gave her a puzzle book, it didn't take long for her to finish all the pages. Playing solitaire was another one of her joys, the cards curled with age. (Why did I not remember to give her one of our many unused decks?) She told the funniest stories, mostly jokes on herself or another person. "I just get prettier and sexier every day," she once told me. Not a bad morale booster—right? (I try to say the same of myself now, neither attribute true at age 85.) Her employers wondered at her physical stamina—she'd walk to and from her long-time job at the Hendersonville greenhouse where she carried and toted tirelessly, according to the account. Another employer I know said he wished every worker he'd hired worked as hard as Ellen did --she seemed to be all over the place at once, with as much pep at the day's end as at the beginning.
She was kind, especially to animals—in all kinds of weather, she walked her black dogs on a leash outside the house to avoid their being hit on the highway. When a warehouse co-worker wept over a lost pet, Ellen bought a sympathy card, collected signatures and a little money to tuck into the envelope.
She grieved for a newborn baby she'd lost, and for a twin sister she'd lost touch with in the little Ohio River town where they'd grown up, or until they left home. She'd moved to North Carolina with a man who'd eventually abandoned her, and then Sonny came along, and somehow, his house close by the highway seemed the safest choice.
Her thick beautiful hair with its natural waves pleased her. She didn't mind when she lost all her teeth—the artificial ones hurt too much. At church one time, she'd overheard someone whisper that she wasn't wearing a slip—and it embarrassed her. A proud stubborn woman, the dresses someone had kindly provided for Ellen and Sonny's wedding day she chose not to wear. But she was deeply, deeply pleased by the gifts people had brought. And she laughed about the wedding cake—with the replicas of a little bride dragging the groom across the icing's surface to the tiny altar.
That Ellen lived a hard life is an understatement. That she made choices not good or healthful we all could see. To a degree, don't we all. But we can know she did find joy in little things; she
held her own—a pioneer really, stubborn, strong, self-sufficient as she could manage, until she couldn't anymore. We will remember Ellen as an original, and now, wish her well and kindly.
Contributor : --Barbara Earnhardt Thank you for such a wonderful story about Ellen everyone will miss her.∼Ellen Freeman wife of Sonny Freeman past away October 9, 2018, In a Hospital In Hendersonville North Carolina. She was cremated.
Jackson Funeral Service and Crematory serves the Hendersonville , North Carolina
The Crier received word that Ellen Freeman , knowed to so many in Fairview and Gerton residents as the lady who walked or hitched up and down the mountain , every day, has pasted away . Ellen was married to Sonny Freeman. May she rest in peace . Photo by Amelia Caristo.
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Wife Of Sonny Freeman
Cremated Some Ashes Scared In Bearwallow Cemetery Gerton North Carolina. Her Husband Has The Rest.
____________________________________________________________________
Ellen just showed up on the mountain and she met Sonny , Sonny and Ellen lived happily for many of years. I saw her many times walking up and down the mountain. When I Lived In Gerton.
____________________________________________________________________
Long-Time Gerton Neighbor Dies
Ellen Gilkey Freeman, 68, passed away after a lengthy illness on October 9. She is survived by husband Sam (Sonny) Freeman. Ellen was born on December 9, 1950, in Nelsonville, Ohio. She worked for Van Wingerden greenhouses in Hendersonville for ten years; then Manual Woodworkers in Gerton for 10 years. She and Sam married in September 2008. There is no living family on Ellen's side, only Sam and his family. Services were held graveside at Bearwallow Cemetery at 3 p.m. on Sunday, October 28. Revs. Don Freeman and Bobby Dees officiated.
In lieu of flowers, checks may be made out to Bearwallow Baptist Church and marked for "Sonny and Ellen Freeman Fund." This money will be used for Sonny for things he will need. He has a burial plot in Bearwallow Baptist cemetery, but no headstone. There may be medical bills from Ellen, and Sam may require health care in the future.
REMEMBERING ELLEN FREEMAN
Ellen Massey Freeman and I were both Ohioans, so Ohio was a bond we shared. I came to know her on the few occasions when I stopped to give her rides as she was thumbing, either on her way to or from Fairview. That's when she'd tell me stories, make her observations, share opinions. If she didn't get a ride sometimes, she told me, winter hiking was quicker the whole way because the snakes had gone to bed, and she could take the mountain trails instead—they bisected the 33 curves. Summers she carried a walking stick Sonny made her to fend with, and to help keep balance.
She loved doing word puzzles, the kind where you circle the words discovered in blocks of capital letters—sideways, upside down, crosswise. If anyone gave her a puzzle book, it didn't take long for her to finish all the pages. Playing solitaire was another one of her joys, the cards curled with age. (Why did I not remember to give her one of our many unused decks?) She told the funniest stories, mostly jokes on herself or another person. "I just get prettier and sexier every day," she once told me. Not a bad morale booster—right? (I try to say the same of myself now, neither attribute true at age 85.) Her employers wondered at her physical stamina—she'd walk to and from her long-time job at the Hendersonville greenhouse where she carried and toted tirelessly, according to the account. Another employer I know said he wished every worker he'd hired worked as hard as Ellen did --she seemed to be all over the place at once, with as much pep at the day's end as at the beginning.
She was kind, especially to animals—in all kinds of weather, she walked her black dogs on a leash outside the house to avoid their being hit on the highway. When a warehouse co-worker wept over a lost pet, Ellen bought a sympathy card, collected signatures and a little money to tuck into the envelope.
She grieved for a newborn baby she'd lost, and for a twin sister she'd lost touch with in the little Ohio River town where they'd grown up, or until they left home. She'd moved to North Carolina with a man who'd eventually abandoned her, and then Sonny came along, and somehow, his house close by the highway seemed the safest choice.
Her thick beautiful hair with its natural waves pleased her. She didn't mind when she lost all her teeth—the artificial ones hurt too much. At church one time, she'd overheard someone whisper that she wasn't wearing a slip—and it embarrassed her. A proud stubborn woman, the dresses someone had kindly provided for Ellen and Sonny's wedding day she chose not to wear. But she was deeply, deeply pleased by the gifts people had brought. And she laughed about the wedding cake—with the replicas of a little bride dragging the groom across the icing's surface to the tiny altar.
That Ellen lived a hard life is an understatement. That she made choices not good or healthful we all could see. To a degree, don't we all. But we can know she did find joy in little things; she
held her own—a pioneer really, stubborn, strong, self-sufficient as she could manage, until she couldn't anymore. We will remember Ellen as an original, and now, wish her well and kindly.
Contributor : --Barbara Earnhardt Thank you for such a wonderful story about Ellen everyone will miss her.∼Ellen Freeman wife of Sonny Freeman past away October 9, 2018, In a Hospital In Hendersonville North Carolina. She was cremated.
Jackson Funeral Service and Crematory serves the Hendersonville , North Carolina
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