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05/14/2011 - Beulah McCoy Glendy
Funeral Services for Beulah McCoy Glendy, of Crawford will be Saturday, May 14, 2011 at 10:00 AM at the United Methodist Church in Crawford with Pastor Marsha Stauss officiating.
Burial will be at the Crawford Cemetery.
A memorial has been established for the Crawford Volunteer Fire and Rescue Department. Donations may be sent to the Security First Bank, 403 2nd Street, Crawford, Nebraska 69339.
Online condolences can be made at www.chamberlainchapel.com
Beulah was the tenth child of eleven children born to George W. Smith and Susannah Alcorn Smith, March 12, 1913, in Crawford, Nebraska. She attended school in Crawford and finished high school in Alliance, Nebraska.
Beulah married Lew “Bud” McCoy in 1933, and the couple were blessed with two children, daughter, Rochelle, in 1936 and son, Errol, in 1941. She taught country schools for several years, and then in 1946, the family moved to Fontana, California where they made their home until 1987.
Beulah continued her education in California and earned her Masters Degree in Early Childhood Development. They then subsequently built and opened her Mother Goose Nursery School which she ran for twenty years. During those twenty years, she was elected for a two year term as president of the Southern California Nursery School Association.
The nursery school was sold and Lew passes away in 1980. In 1987, Beulah married Tom W. Glendy, sold her home in California and they moved to Crawford. She was again widowed in 1999 when Tom passed away. In 2000, she moved into an apartment connected to her daughter’s home in Crawford and then ponderosa Villa Nursing Home until the time of her demise.
Beulah was predeceased by her parents, all of her siblings, her first and second husbands, and her son. She is survived by her daughter, stepson, step grandchildren, and many nieces and nephews.
Chamberlain Chapel of Crawford is in charge of arrangements.
POEM:
Your mother is always with you.
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street,
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember,
Flowers you pick and perfume that she wore,
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well,
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
She is in the colors of a rainbow, and she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she is crystallized in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion……..
Happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow….and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the food feelings in life. She is the place you came from, your first home, and she is the map you follow with every step you take. She is your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space…..not even death!
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