Mary Yvonne Fuller

28 août 1934 - 7 mai 2020

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Mary Yvonne Fuller, born August 28, 1934 in Winnfield, LA, died suddenly on May 7, 2020 at home in Baton Rouge, LA. She was one of 12 children born to Morean and Fred Welch. She was raised in Natchitoches, LA. Yvonne earned a Master of Education degree from LSU. She was an elementary school teacher and Reading Specialist until her retirement. She continued her love of teaching by becoming a "reading friend" to many through her later years. Yvonne always had a sweet smile and gave unconditional love to all. Yvonne is survived by her loving husband of almost 64 years, Don Fuller; son, David (Beth); daughter, Nancy Salmon (Guy); granddaughters, Ashley Song (Adam) and Megan Castrilli (Chadd). She was proud to be great-grandmother to Colson, Weston, Brendon, Connor, Brady, and Grant. Yvonne is also survived by 3 siblings Theda, Karen, and Jimmy and many nieces and nephews. Due to the current pandemic, no funeral services will be held. The family invites contributions in her memory to be made to St. John's UMC, Baton Rouge, LA. https://www.stjohnsbr.org/

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William Beyer

The Dearest Neighbors You Could Ever Want - June 2006, Upon arriving on Sharynwood Drive in January of 1974, the Beyers were 28 years-old with a new firstborn, one car (no air), excited at the prospect of moving into our first home. One of our earliest memories is being welcomed to the neighborhood warmly by Yvonne and Don. For the next 26 years, you were tried and true - always helpful, thoughtful and kind. You nurtured us, rescued us, counseled us and shared. The hardest part of moving from Lynnewood Village was leaving the most wonderful neighbors we could ever want. Happy 50th anniversary. Love, Bill and Jane Good Neighbors Willard Wattles Many a man hath gold to guard And house to keep him warm, And ale to drink and bread to eat And strong and ready arm; But many a man when time is come To rest him from his labors Hath not so rich a store as I Who boast me of good neighbors. There's many a lad would scale the hills And sail the fickle ocean, And touching keels at every quay Live ever in commotion. But what a man may buy with sweat Or carve with hearty saber He may not own so sure as I Who have a jovial neighbor. Oh, some would cram a granary With oats and corn and barley, And some would dance a round or two With every fiddling Charlie. I like the time when malt is ripe And Jenny brings the tabors, But mostly I like every day Because I have good neighbors.

Publié 2 juin 2020