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There are too many memories of Mamaw to count. Christmas Eves, barbecues, birthdays. Her house and the ranch were such important places in my life because of her.
I remember waking up in the old ranch house before sunrise to go deer hunting, just me, Mamaw, and Papaw. She’d make me hot chocolate in a Snap-On mug while Papaw got ready, and I’d sit over the air vent in the dining room floor warming up before heading out into the cold. There was something special and irreplaceable about being in that isolated corner of the world, in the cold dark of early morning, just sitting quietly with Mamaw.
Whenever Papaw and I got back from hunting, she’d have biscuits and gravy, eggs, and bacon ready for us, and she always wanted to hear every detail of the hunt. She loved to just sit and talk with her grandchildren about family, hunting, Texas history, and wildlife. In the afternoons, when it was too hot to go out, we’d drink lemonade and watch Steve Irwin on TV. I never seemed to be able to leave the ranch without a lemon meringue pie, which she knew was my favorite.
During high school and for a few years after, I’d mow Mamaw’s lawn every week in the summer. She’d make me BLT sandwiches, and we’d watch the news and talk about politics. Whenever I sat at her counter, she always used to say that when she “croaks” (her word!), we should each lay claim to one of her many chickens.
On one of my last visits to the ranch, when Ninnie was still with us, I saw Mamaw comfort Ninnie in a moment of fear. It occurred to me then, as it has many times, that Mamaw had infinite kindness for her family. I hope that we were the same comfort to her that she was to us.
Memories
There are too many memories of Mamaw to count. Christmas Eves, barbecues, birthdays. Her house and the ranch were such important places in my life because of her.
I remember waking up in the old ranch house before sunrise to go deer hunting, just me, Mamaw, and Papaw. She'd make me hot chocolate in a Snap-On mug while Papaw got ready, and I'd sit over the air vent in the dining room floor warming up before heading out into the cold. There was something special and irreplaceable about being in that isolated corner of the world, in the cold dark of early morning, just sitting quietly with Mamaw.
Whenever Papaw and I got back from hunting, she'd have biscuits and gravy, eggs, and bacon ready for us, and she always wanted to hear every detail of the hunt. She loved to just sit and talk with her grandchildren about family, hunting, Texas history, and wildlife. In the afternoons, when it was too hot to go out, we'd drink lemonade and watch Steve Irwin on TV. I never seemed to be able to leave the ranch without a lemon meringue pie, which she knew was my favorite.
During high school and for a few years after, I'd mow Mamaw's lawn every week in the summer. She'd make me BLT sandwiches, and we'd watch the news and talk about politics. Whenever I sat at her counter, she always used to say that when she "croaks" (her word!), we should each lay claim to one of her many chickens.
On one of my last visits to the ranch, when Ninnie was still with us, I saw Mamaw comfort Ninnie in a moment of fear. It occurred to me then, as it has many times, that Mamaw had infinite kindness for her family. I hope that we were the same comfort to her that she was to us.
There are too many memories of Mamaw to count. Christmas Eves, barbecues, birthdays. Her house and the ranch were such important places in my life because of her.
I remember waking up in the old ranch house before sunrise to go deer hunting, just me, Mamaw, and Papaw. She’d make me hot chocolate in a Snap-On mug while Papaw got ready, and I’d sit over the air vent in the dining room floor warming up before heading out into the cold. There was something special and irreplaceable about being in that isolated corner of the world, in the cold dark of early morning, just sitting quietly with Mamaw.
Whenever Papaw and I got back from hunting, she’d have biscuits and gravy, eggs, and bacon ready for us, and she always wanted to hear every detail of the hunt. She loved to just sit and talk with her grandchildren about family, hunting, Texas history, and wildlife. In the afternoons, when it was too hot to go out, we’d drink lemonade and watch Steve Irwin on TV. I never seemed to be able to leave the ranch without a lemon meringue pie, which she knew was my favorite.
During high school and for a few years after, I’d mow Mamaw’s lawn every week in the summer. She’d make me BLT sandwiches, and we’d watch the news and talk about politics. Whenever I sat at her counter, she always used to say that when she “croaks” (her word!), we should each lay claim to one of her many chickens.
On one of my last visits to the ranch, when Ninnie was still with us, I saw Mamaw comfort Ninnie in a moment of fear. It occurred to me then, as it has many times, that Mamaw had infinite kindness for her family. I hope that we were the same comfort to her that she was to us.
Aaron Stewart Owens
Billie's Grandchild
Saturday August 12, 2023
Memories
There are too many memories of Mamaw to count. Christmas Eves, barbecues, birthdays. Her house and the ranch were such important places in my life because of her.
I remember waking up in the old ranch house before sunrise to go deer hunting, just me, Mamaw, and Papaw. She'd make me hot chocolate in a Snap-On mug while Papaw got ready, and I'd sit over the air vent in the dining room floor warming up before heading out into the cold. There was something special and irreplaceable about being in that isolated corner of the world, in the cold dark of early morning, just sitting quietly with Mamaw.
Whenever Papaw and I got back from hunting, she'd have biscuits and gravy, eggs, and bacon ready for us, and she always wanted to hear every detail of the hunt. She loved to just sit and talk with her grandchildren about family, hunting, Texas history, and wildlife. In the afternoons, when it was too hot to go out, we'd drink lemonade and watch Steve Irwin on TV. I never seemed to be able to leave the ranch without a lemon meringue pie, which she knew was my favorite.
During high school and for a few years after, I'd mow Mamaw's lawn every week in the summer. She'd make me BLT sandwiches, and we'd watch the news and talk about politics. Whenever I sat at her counter, she always used to say that when she "croaks" (her word!), we should each lay claim to one of her many chickens.
On one of my last visits to the ranch, when Ninnie was still with us, I saw Mamaw comfort Ninnie in a moment of fear. It occurred to me then, as it has many times, that Mamaw had infinite kindness for her family. I hope that we were the same comfort to her that she was to us.
Billie was a true blessing in my life. She was a lifelong friend to both of my parents. Blessed to spend countless days at her house growing up, dancing to oldies with her girls and eating her famous enchiladas. Such a special friend to my mother, always checking on her, calling me when she couldn’t reach her…a true friend until her final days. Thankful she is reunited with our precious Lord, and the love of her life…who we also loved dearly.
To the family. Our hearts and prayers are with you as you celebrate your precious mom, grandmother, great grandmother. You loved her well.
Vicki Bowers Rogers
Billie's Friend
Thursday August 10, 2023
Love You So!
Billie was a true blessing in my life. She was a lifelong friend to both of my parents. Blessed to spend countless days at her house growing up, dancing to oldies with her girls and eating her famous enchiladas. Such a special friend to my mother, always checking on her, calling me when she couldn’t reach her…a true friend until her final days. Thankful she is reunited with our precious Lord, and the love of her life…who we also loved dearly.
To the family. Our hearts and prayers are with you as you celebrate your precious mom, grandmother, great grandmother. You loved her well.
He will raise you up on eagle wings, bear you on the breath of dawn, make you shine like the sun and hold you in the palm of His hand.
Phyllis Allen
Billie's Friend
Thursday August 10, 2023
RIP
He will raise you up on eagle wings, bear you on the breath of dawn, make you shine like the sun and hold you in the palm of His hand.
There are so many foods, smells, books, songs, and sayings that will always remind me of you, Mamaw. Your life will forever be interwoven into mine and my children’s memories every time they come to the kitchen to ask for a slice of cheese off the block or throw down a quilt to camp out on the living room floor. When I teach them to make oatmeal the same way you taught me, or cinnamon toast with extra butter and sugar so the top crystallizes like candy in the oven. When we sit in the rocking chair and sing, or go outside to work on the garden, your influence will be there. I will hear, “Mamaw loves you” every time I see your picture and remember how well you loved us all, without restraint. You will so missed for now, but I will see you again, and will be very glad on that day.
Sara Barrett
Billie's Grandchild
Wednesday August 9, 2023
Cherished memories
There are so many foods, smells, books, songs, and sayings that will always remind me of you, Mamaw. Your life will forever be interwoven into mine and my children's memories every time they come to the kitchen to ask for a slice of cheese off the block or throw down a quilt to camp out on the living room floor. When I teach them to make oatmeal the same way you taught me, or cinnamon toast with extra butter and sugar so the top crystallizes like candy in the oven. When we sit in the rocking chair and sing, or go outside to work on the garden, your influence will be there. I will hear, "Mamaw loves you" every time I see your picture and remember how well you loved us all, without restraint. You will so missed for now, but I will see you again, and will be very glad on that day.
We Will Miss You Mamaw ♥️
Lily and Matthew Kernan
Billie's Grandchild
Wednesday August 9, 2023
We will miss you
We Will Miss You Mamaw ♥️