Christina was the daughter of the late Otto and Betty Herold. She is survived in death by two daughers, Nicole (Steve) Barker-Austin of Tacoma, Wash. and Beth (John) Barker-Wingard of Lexington, S.C.; one grandson, Miles Wingard of Lexington, S.C.; her mother, Betty Herold of Zanesville; one brother, Rodney (Debbie) Herold of Lancaster; and one sister, Melanie (Butch) Bleakney of Zanesville; one niece, Kylie Bleakney; four nephews, Brian and Scott Herold and Chad and Joshua Bleakney; and a special friend, Doug Floyd.
She was employed at CMC Steel Recycling of Lexington, S.C. Chris' warm heart, sweet spirit and joyful laugh will be deeply missed by everyone who has known her.
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
She was employed at CMC Steel Recycling of Lexington, S.C. Chris' warm heart, sweet spirit and joyful laugh will be deeply missed by everyone who has known her.
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
Christina was the daughter of the late Otto and Betty Herold. She is survived in death by two daughers, Nicole (Steve) Barker-Austin of Tacoma, Wash. and Beth (John) Barker-Wingard of Lexington, S.C.; one grandson, Miles Wingard of Lexington, S.C.; her mother, Betty Herold of Zanesville; one brother, Rodney (Debbie) Herold of Lancaster; and one sister, Melanie (Butch) Bleakney of Zanesville; one niece, Kylie Bleakney; four nephews, Brian and Scott Herold and Chad and Joshua Bleakney; and a special friend, Doug Floyd.
She was employed at CMC Steel Recycling of Lexington, S.C. Chris' warm heart, sweet spirit and joyful laugh will be deeply missed by everyone who has known her.
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
She was employed at CMC Steel Recycling of Lexington, S.C. Chris' warm heart, sweet spirit and joyful laugh will be deeply missed by everyone who has known her.
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
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