Monday, July 9, 2018
Shirley Gayle Booth Nash
An angel in the form of my mama
Jenn Nash sent "Supermarket Flowers" link to me! Perfect! Click blue link to listen to song
Played at mama's Memorial Service
a favorite singer, Elvis Presley, and fav. song
Those present at Private Burial at New Concord Presbyterian Church, now her remains lie beside daddy, Kenneth Lee Nash
Erica Stratton, Harry Hall, Rhonda Hall, Cynthia & Terry Robertson, Ronnie & Doris Nash, Allen & Jane Nash, Michael Nash, Christy Nash, Austin Short, Brandy,Jerry & Vanessa Kinne, Stevie & Nancy Nash, Tee Eagle, Hayden Robertson (Photographer & Erica's boyfriend
Her six children: Cynthia Robertson, Ronnie Nash, Allen Nash, Michael Nash, Rhonda Nash-Hall, and Steven Nash (listed in birth order)
New Concord Presbyterian Church
Harry & I on steps of New Concord Presbyterian Church near the Memorial Garden.
Mama loved to visit the graves of daddy & other loved ones
Grandchildren present at burial: Erica Joy Murray Stratton, (great-granddaugher): Vanessa Kinne,
Brandy Lynn Nash Kinne, & Christy Leigh Nash
Photos of Private Burial
In Memory of Mama
Shirley Gayle Booth Nash
11/12/33 - 7/2/2018
by youngest daughter,
Rhonda Gayle Nash-Hall
Pictorial Memories of Birthday Celebrations
Mama w/niece, Doris Booth Thompson & husband, Tommy
Mama's 84th birthday party at Appomattox Health & Rehab
CNAs who lovingly cared for my mama:
Sharon, Kaitlyn, Britney & Amanda
Granny Nash w/granddaughter & youngest grandchild of nine
Christy Leigh Nash is studying nursing at Liberty University
and was faithfully by Granny's side after her stroke
and they spent much time together over the years!
Son, Allen Nash w/Mama's roommate,
Me, Rhonda, w/Uncle Steve Jones
Mama thought he was so funny (I do too) and loved talking to him
He visited several times after her stroke and many times over the previous years with my
Aunt Shirley Nash Jones
Ronnie was always her solid rock!
Birthday cake for 84th birthday ordered by her oldest child and daughter, Cynthia Nash Robertson
Me, Mama, Uncle Steve Jones, and Mama's "baby boy", Stevie Nash (she always thought he was a cutie and could do anything! He restored daddy's tractor and she was so proud of him
Mama w/youngest son, baby of family, Steven Nash w/his sweet wife, Nancy Nash
Flowers sent by Liz Nash, Christy & Austin
Second son & child #3 of 6, Allen Booth Nash. He is named for our granddaddies,
Allen for James Allen Nash & Booth for Pax Booth
Shelf built for mama's room by son #3 and 5th child of 6, Michael Thomas Nash
He is named for mama's grandpa, Thomas Sidney Booth
Granny w/me, Alison Cara Stratton Dosher (her granddaughter & my middle daughter) with Ali's stepson, Brennan Dosher
Me with my adored, precious, beautiful granddaughter, Natalie Brook Dosher, age 4
Mama's oldest daughter and child #1 of 6, with her great-grandson, Bentley George
Great-granddaughter of Granny, Jessica Thurman George w/her two, Samya & Jayce;
Samya & Jayce visited Granny Nash a lot !!!
My pomeranian, Cocoa; Mama didn't really like dogs but we took Cocoa with us to Mama's almost every time we went to see her and they loved each other.
Granddaughter, Christy Leigh with her boyfriend, Austin Short. Granny gave her stamp of approval to Austin & said he would always be good to Christy
Me with my youngest daughter, Amanda Gayle Stratton, who is named for Granny
Mama with daughter-in-law, Liz
Liz sent mama flowers for every occasion after her stroke
Saturday, July 7, 2018
In Loving Memory
Shirley Gayle Booth Nash
Nov. 12, 1933-July 2, 2018
For those of you who don't know me, I am the youngest daughter and the fourth child of six. I am named for mama, sharing the middle name, Gayle.
Job 8:21 says "He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and joy." Mama had a loud, joyful laugh and she was well-known for that laugh! Her laughter could be heard from far away and she made those around her laugh along with her. That was one of the saddest things after her stroke in Feburay of 2017....she was unable to laugh like that. My sister told her caregivers that she hoped mama would improve enough so that they could hear her laugh. Sadly, she did not, but we will always remember her laughter and joy.
She was easy-going and rarely got mad, but when she did.....whew! you had better look out. One days, she appeared in the yard where we were playing and started tearing up on my youngest brother's legs. Michael and I looked at each other and said, "She might think of something we did. We better run." and run we did! We hid in the treehouse for hours to give her plenty of time to cool off.
Speaking of funny stories she shared that made us all laugh....one night, around 2:00 a.m., she heard a commotion in the kitchen and got up to inspect it. She found a squirrel jumping frantically around the kitchen and started screaming. What did she do? Well, naturally, she called 911. The Appomattox police sent two young deputies and I'm sure that was the only call they got to rescue an elderly lady from a rodent. They tried to catch the squirrel without success and it kept jumping and she kept screaming. The squirrel crawled up the arm of one of the deputies. He started tearing at his shirt and pulling it half off, knocking magnets off the refrigerator in his frantic efforts to get the squirrel off of him. He and mama were screaming all the while. Finally the men took the trash can and flipped it upside and captured the wayward rodent. The accomplis was arrested. He was released without bail to the yard. This story had us all laughing.
Proverbs 31:10-31 describes my mother perfectly.
My daddy had great love and respect for mama. He forbid us to complain about any meal she prepared and we didn't. She sewed, cooked, cleaned, planted a garden, canned and froze food, washed and ironed what must have seemed like a mountain of dirty laundry, using a wringer washer for many of those years. She mended the knees of many pants. She wiped thousands of tears, applied umpteen bandades.
She told me that she had always wanted to be a teacher and regretted never achieving that goal. I told her that she was a teacher. She taught the six of us with patience and love. One day, while teaching me to sew, she made me rip out the waistband of a skirt at least 10 times but she never yelled or fussed. She had the patience of Job.
She loved her family more than anything. She was still calling for her "boys" as she called my brothers to come and help her until she passed away. She adored my brothers and was so proud of them. She was sure there was nothing they couldn't fix or build. I know that six of us gave her a run for her money a million times, but she swore we were just mischievous and never bad. Obviously her memory was affected.
Mama shed many tears for us, and lay awake praying for us many many nights.
She waited at the hospital for many grandbabies to make their entrance into the world.
When preparing for holidays, she would say "I've gotta make butterbeans and mashed potatoes because "the boys" like those,
"Gotta make the cherry jello salad since Harry loves that," Fried chicken and macaroni and cheese would be on the table when my niece, Susan, was with us.
We always had a homemade birthday cake for our birthdays, even for my brother and I who were born on Christmas week, such a busy time for her, but that didn't matter.
When my daughters, Erica, Alison, and Amanda were growing up, she would take them and their cousins, Jessica, Julie, Jonathan, Chris, Christy and Jason to movies at the Dollar Theatre or Holiday Lake with a picnic. She rocked many children and grandchildren to sleep, sterilized hundreds of bottles, washed even more diapers. She told me that she still loved to see diapers hanging on the clothesline.
She loved her parents and in-laws. She told me that once, daddy got mad at Granny Booth for some reason and told her that her mama was never setting foot in our house again. Mama told him, "Oh yes, she is. You need to get over it, Kenneth, you are not keeping me from my mama."
I always thought of her as the glue that held our family together.
Mama and I spent lot of time talking "Oh, she loved to talk too, did I mention that? I might have inherited that trait from her." She would share how Ronnie & Lucky had come to visit and she had enjoyed the time they spent with her. She bragged on Ronnie and Doris' long and happy marriage.
....how Michael kept her laughing cause he was so funny....how he and Christy came over to bring her lunch....She made Jason's hummingbird cake every time he came home from deployment or leave. He hid it in the bedroom cause he wasn't about to share it.
......how proud she was that Stevie had built his beautiful home and restored daddy's tractor to perfection.....how Allen kept her grass mowed...how he loved his children and let them pile into bed with him...how he hung out diapers for Brandy Lynn, using a wringer washer.
.......She depended on my sister, Cynthia, the eldest of our clan, to always be there for us. Cynthia went every week to fill her medicine box, take her to the store or doctor's, often running by Wendy's to bring her chili and junior bacon-cheeseburger & she would enjoy eating with Samya and Jayce. But she worried that Cynthia would have another heart attack because she came almost every single day, while keeping her great-grandchildren.
One year when Todd was little, he said that all he wanted for his birthday was some of those little angelflake biscuits Granny made, and she made a huge Tuppeware bowl full of them. She watched movies with Christy Leigh and laughed and told me that Christy always had to get an Oatmeal Cream Cake when she came over, so she always kept some in the house.
She was indeed loved and respected and it was obvious when I watched my sweet niece, Christy Leigh, and my brothers, feeding her the pureed food she needed after her stroke. She couldn't lift her hands to do it or even see except with one eye. Allen said to me, "It's not easy feeding your own mama, but I do it." It was hard on all of us to see the one who had cared for us, now needing us to return the favor, but we all did it because we love her.
When I went to Longwood College, she drove down every Friday after work to bring me home. She never complained about it either.
I know we had to drive her crazy over the years, but when daddy passed away in 1996, she told us "Your daddy left me with the greatest treasure.....the six of you."
She had a bit of a love affair with Dr. Phil and quoted him to us often. She loved to read Danielle Steele, and "Shhh don't tell, but she even read the Fifty Shades books, much to the shock of some of her family. She loved doing the crossword puzzle in the Sunday paper.
She watched Jerry and Jonathan Falwell many times every week. She rarely missed watching on of Billy Graham's crusades and she loved watching the services in the Crystal Cathedral. She and I had many discussions about things she learned about from one of these ministers or a lesson from Elmer Townes.
Program from Memorial Service 7/6/18
Robinson's Funeral Home
Dr. Rev. Rusty Small, officiating,
Liberty Baptist Church, Appomattox, VA pastor
Granny Nash w/Jenn & Kaydence Nash
Ronnie Nash w/mama Gayle Nash at Stevie's wedding
Austin Short, Christy Leigh Nash w/Granny Nash, Easter 2016
Mama w/Nancy & Stevie Nash, Mama's 84th birthday 11/12/2017
Five Generations: Gayle Nash, Allen Nash, Brandy N. Kinne, Chelsey Kinne, & Alaynia Kinne
@Appomattox Health & Rehab, summer 2017
Proverbs 31: 10-31 describes my mother perfectly.