Mary was born to Benjamin Holland and Helen Catherine (Weyandt) Johnson.
She married Welton Curtiss Chamberlain on 4 October 1959 in Oberlin, Ohio and honeymooned at Niagara Falls. Mary and Welton had three children, Ben, Bryan and Cassie (Veselovsky).
Preceding her in death were her mother and father, brothers Jim and Bud and her husband.
Surviving her are her three children, grandchildren (Rachael, Hannah, Taylor, Lydia, Anna, Samantha and Josef), and many dear nieces and nephews. That's enough info for the genealogists, and having been married to dad for 49 years, I think she would understand and appreciate its inclusion.
Mom was a loving, spirited soul who cared deeply and lived life passionately. She had mentioned she wanted to be a nurse. Considering in high school she let me go a good week before getting my broken hand checked by a doctor and her go-to cure for any cold was Vick's Vapor Rub and Vernor's, I'm glad she chose a non-medical field. She had also, at one point in her youth, wanted to be a nun. I don't think I have to explain why I am completely thrilled she didn't make that journey. She did however spend her life devoted to God and living life by his word. In fact, it was within her religious journeys (fellowship weekends, mission trips including to Ghana, Sunday worship services) that many of her deepest relationships were forged and strengthened.
Her other passion was education. Mom was a teacher of children with special needs. As a child I remember her testing out projects or coursework on us kids and fondly recall her correcting notes I left on the kitchen table with a red pen. Many nights after working on her own assignments, she would be up late at the table typing out our school reports. I learned from her you can pursue your own dreams while helping others; balance is the key.
I'm thankful she is my mom. I'm blessed she was always there to guide me and support me. I'm glad we had these past couple of months to share memories like dancing to Rod Stewart's "Blondes have more Fun" album in the west room proving brunettes know how to have a good time too. There were many things we didn't see eye to eye on over the years, and of course she let me know, BUT she always would listen to and value my opinion. She has always, always, always been there for me, and right now I just feel that empty ache.
My brothers and I lost our mom, but you lost a friend, or an aunt or a grandma, or a confidant, a ready hug or a listening ear, a teacher, a prayer warrior, a travel buddy or a crafting friend, or maybe, probably, a mixture of many things. Each relationship is special and unique with its own glorious sparkly moments. So, I invite you to share a memory or two here of your special relationship with mom, if you want, so that we can all appreciate and remember and cherish each bit that made her Mary Ann Chamberlain.
Gorsline Runciman Funeral Home, Mason
She married Welton Curtiss Chamberlain on 4 October 1959 in Oberlin, Ohio and honeymooned at Niagara Falls. Mary and Welton had three children, Ben, Bryan and Cassie (Veselovsky).
Preceding her in death were her mother and father, brothers Jim and Bud and her husband.
Surviving her are her three children, grandchildren (Rachael, Hannah, Taylor, Lydia, Anna, Samantha and Josef), and many dear nieces and nephews. That's enough info for the genealogists, and having been married to dad for 49 years, I think she would understand and appreciate its inclusion.
Mom was a loving, spirited soul who cared deeply and lived life passionately. She had mentioned she wanted to be a nurse. Considering in high school she let me go a good week before getting my broken hand checked by a doctor and her go-to cure for any cold was Vick's Vapor Rub and Vernor's, I'm glad she chose a non-medical field. She had also, at one point in her youth, wanted to be a nun. I don't think I have to explain why I am completely thrilled she didn't make that journey. She did however spend her life devoted to God and living life by his word. In fact, it was within her religious journeys (fellowship weekends, mission trips including to Ghana, Sunday worship services) that many of her deepest relationships were forged and strengthened.
Her other passion was education. Mom was a teacher of children with special needs. As a child I remember her testing out projects or coursework on us kids and fondly recall her correcting notes I left on the kitchen table with a red pen. Many nights after working on her own assignments, she would be up late at the table typing out our school reports. I learned from her you can pursue your own dreams while helping others; balance is the key.
I'm thankful she is my mom. I'm blessed she was always there to guide me and support me. I'm glad we had these past couple of months to share memories like dancing to Rod Stewart's "Blondes have more Fun" album in the west room proving brunettes know how to have a good time too. There were many things we didn't see eye to eye on over the years, and of course she let me know, BUT she always would listen to and value my opinion. She has always, always, always been there for me, and right now I just feel that empty ache.
My brothers and I lost our mom, but you lost a friend, or an aunt or a grandma, or a confidant, a ready hug or a listening ear, a teacher, a prayer warrior, a travel buddy or a crafting friend, or maybe, probably, a mixture of many things. Each relationship is special and unique with its own glorious sparkly moments. So, I invite you to share a memory or two here of your special relationship with mom, if you want, so that we can all appreciate and remember and cherish each bit that made her Mary Ann Chamberlain.
Gorsline Runciman Funeral Home, Mason
Mary was born to Benjamin Holland and Helen Catherine (Weyandt) Johnson.
She married Welton Curtiss Chamberlain on 4 October 1959 in Oberlin, Ohio and honeymooned at Niagara Falls. Mary and Welton had three children, Ben, Bryan and Cassie (Veselovsky).
Preceding her in death were her mother and father, brothers Jim and Bud and her husband.
Surviving her are her three children, grandchildren (Rachael, Hannah, Taylor, Lydia, Anna, Samantha and Josef), and many dear nieces and nephews. That's enough info for the genealogists, and having been married to dad for 49 years, I think she would understand and appreciate its inclusion.
Mom was a loving, spirited soul who cared deeply and lived life passionately. She had mentioned she wanted to be a nurse. Considering in high school she let me go a good week before getting my broken hand checked by a doctor and her go-to cure for any cold was Vick's Vapor Rub and Vernor's, I'm glad she chose a non-medical field. She had also, at one point in her youth, wanted to be a nun. I don't think I have to explain why I am completely thrilled she didn't make that journey. She did however spend her life devoted to God and living life by his word. In fact, it was within her religious journeys (fellowship weekends, mission trips including to Ghana, Sunday worship services) that many of her deepest relationships were forged and strengthened.
Her other passion was education. Mom was a teacher of children with special needs. As a child I remember her testing out projects or coursework on us kids and fondly recall her correcting notes I left on the kitchen table with a red pen. Many nights after working on her own assignments, she would be up late at the table typing out our school reports. I learned from her you can pursue your own dreams while helping others; balance is the key.
I'm thankful she is my mom. I'm blessed she was always there to guide me and support me. I'm glad we had these past couple of months to share memories like dancing to Rod Stewart's "Blondes have more Fun" album in the west room proving brunettes know how to have a good time too. There were many things we didn't see eye to eye on over the years, and of course she let me know, BUT she always would listen to and value my opinion. She has always, always, always been there for me, and right now I just feel that empty ache.
My brothers and I lost our mom, but you lost a friend, or an aunt or a grandma, or a confidant, a ready hug or a listening ear, a teacher, a prayer warrior, a travel buddy or a crafting friend, or maybe, probably, a mixture of many things. Each relationship is special and unique with its own glorious sparkly moments. So, I invite you to share a memory or two here of your special relationship with mom, if you want, so that we can all appreciate and remember and cherish each bit that made her Mary Ann Chamberlain.
Gorsline Runciman Funeral Home, Mason
She married Welton Curtiss Chamberlain on 4 October 1959 in Oberlin, Ohio and honeymooned at Niagara Falls. Mary and Welton had three children, Ben, Bryan and Cassie (Veselovsky).
Preceding her in death were her mother and father, brothers Jim and Bud and her husband.
Surviving her are her three children, grandchildren (Rachael, Hannah, Taylor, Lydia, Anna, Samantha and Josef), and many dear nieces and nephews. That's enough info for the genealogists, and having been married to dad for 49 years, I think she would understand and appreciate its inclusion.
Mom was a loving, spirited soul who cared deeply and lived life passionately. She had mentioned she wanted to be a nurse. Considering in high school she let me go a good week before getting my broken hand checked by a doctor and her go-to cure for any cold was Vick's Vapor Rub and Vernor's, I'm glad she chose a non-medical field. She had also, at one point in her youth, wanted to be a nun. I don't think I have to explain why I am completely thrilled she didn't make that journey. She did however spend her life devoted to God and living life by his word. In fact, it was within her religious journeys (fellowship weekends, mission trips including to Ghana, Sunday worship services) that many of her deepest relationships were forged and strengthened.
Her other passion was education. Mom was a teacher of children with special needs. As a child I remember her testing out projects or coursework on us kids and fondly recall her correcting notes I left on the kitchen table with a red pen. Many nights after working on her own assignments, she would be up late at the table typing out our school reports. I learned from her you can pursue your own dreams while helping others; balance is the key.
I'm thankful she is my mom. I'm blessed she was always there to guide me and support me. I'm glad we had these past couple of months to share memories like dancing to Rod Stewart's "Blondes have more Fun" album in the west room proving brunettes know how to have a good time too. There were many things we didn't see eye to eye on over the years, and of course she let me know, BUT she always would listen to and value my opinion. She has always, always, always been there for me, and right now I just feel that empty ache.
My brothers and I lost our mom, but you lost a friend, or an aunt or a grandma, or a confidant, a ready hug or a listening ear, a teacher, a prayer warrior, a travel buddy or a crafting friend, or maybe, probably, a mixture of many things. Each relationship is special and unique with its own glorious sparkly moments. So, I invite you to share a memory or two here of your special relationship with mom, if you want, so that we can all appreciate and remember and cherish each bit that made her Mary Ann Chamberlain.
Gorsline Runciman Funeral Home, Mason
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