We want to embrace Mom’s life with our memories through her ninety-two years on this earth from beginning to end. From the first day Mom graced this world with her birth to the day she closed her eyes and breathed her last.
Born on what is now the Keith Pratt farm, located on Pratt Road, Hop Bottom, PA. Mom was the third of five children: Keith, Evelyn, Mom, Bernice, and Leroy (James). The children of Kenneth Lord Pratt and Anna Mabel (Robinson) Pratt.
She married our Dad, Philip Louis Myers, on November 4, 1951 at Sampson AFB, New York. A wonderful memory of Mom’s is that she saw Dad at the Sampson Base Exchange and she said she knew that day, she was going to marry him…love at first sight.
The five of us joined the picture soon after, Phil, Steve, Donna, Marty, and Little Bit (Sharon) bringing up the rear.
Over the next seventy-two years Mom welcomed, loved and cherished five children, fifteen grandchildren and thirty-three great grandchildren. The last, Lou Elizabeth was born November 4, 2023. And Mom kept Hallmark in business because she never forgot a birthday, anniversary, or Christmas, sending cards to all of us.
Mom was born and raised in the small town of Hop Bottom, PA, but she did love to travel, and was always up for an adventure. During our Dad’s military career, we were able to travel to England, and it is there they met Jim and Margaret Vincent in 1959, becoming fast friends even taking turns for visits every four years. That friendship lasted over seventy-four years. Very few of us are blessed with a friendship lasting that long. The military travels also took her to Texas and several locations in New England.
Mom left this world in Arizona, her adopted home that she loved on the morning of November 22, 2023. Mom’s little quote, “don’t say goodbye, just say so long.”
When a loved one passes, of course it will bring sadness and tears, our Mom would rather we celebrate her ninety-two years of living and not the one day she left us.
Mom made specific requests and asked we respect her wishes in death as we did in life.
“I want to be cremated and my ashes sprinkled to the earth at the farm where I was born. I do not want a funeral but a memorial service on the day my ashes are spread.”
“I do not want flowers, in lieu of flowers, please make a donation to the charity of your choice.”
We all have memories of our mother. Memories that have always been constant. We hear them in a whisper and see them in our thoughts.
When we were young Mom would come to our room at bedtime, give us a kiss and say our prayers.
Birthdays were special when we were living at home. Not for the presents but for the dinner. Our favorite dinner and dessert. No store bought here all homemade. Mom made the best pies. The crust would just melt in your mouth.
Mom taught us humility and honesty. Above all, Mom was devoted to her family.
With Mom’s passing memories are what we hold dear. Remembering what made us smile, laugh, cry, and learn. For ninety-two years our mother graced this earth, and now she returns to the earth with the same grace.
So please feel free to share a memory of Elizabeth, Ziddy, Liz, Mom, Grandma, Neenie. etc.
Mom will love it.