Martha Thomas

Martha was born in Franklin, Louisiana on August 16th 1921 to the union of Julia Prevost and Herbert Jackson. She was the third of seven children; brother Hudson Jackson of Seattle, sister Sylvia Young of Seattle, brother Herbert Jackson, sisters Birdell McGowan, Velma Simpson and Jo-Ann Barrett of Sacramento, California.

The family moved to Port Arthur, Texas in 1925 and later settled in Sacramento California. Martha then moved to Seattle Washington where she became an LPN and worked at Virginia Mason and Cabrini hospitals. She met and married her husband Eddie A. Thomas in Seattle and began a 44 year marriage, which ended when Eddie passed on in 1993. They raised two sons together, Lance Brandon and James Thomas.

Martha passed away on March 5th 2012 in her home attended by loved ones at 90 years old quietly, while she lay sleeping. Martha Thomas leaves to cherish her memory beloved sister Velma Simpson, her two sons, Lance and his wife Rosalyn, James and his wife Cindy, three grandchildren, 4 great grandchildren, and a host of admiring nieces, nephews friends and relatives.

To a few, she was Mrs. Thomas, to a few more, she was “mom”, to others she was “little people”, but to most everyone who knew her, she was “Aunt Martha”. She will be sorely missed.

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God’s Garden

God looked around his garden

and found an empty space.

He then looked down

upon the earth,

and saw your tired face.

He put his arms around you

And lifted you to rest.

God’s garden must be beautiful

He always takes the best.

He knew that you were suffering,

He knew you were in pain.

He knew that you would never

get well on earth again.

He saw the road was getting rough,

and the hills were hard to climb.

So he closed your weary eyelids,

And whispered “peace be thine”.

It broke our hears to lose you

But you did NOT go alone,

For part of US went with you

The day God called you home.

Home Again

When we were kids, Dad would be at the wheel of our old Pontiac and mom would be in the front seat at his side, and Lance and I in the back. As soon as we would get within sight of the house, mom would recite a nursery rhyme from her school days:

Home again, home again, jiggity-jig!

If she was feeling particularly good that day, she would follow up with:

Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!

She would say this in a load voice and with that smile that makes everyone else grin ear-to-ear.

Now she has passed on, and I know exactly where she is. Because she gave her life to Christ, and when a Christian is absent from the body, they are present with the Lord! In my imagination, when she passed from this life into eternity, she looked around her, and saw her Lord and savior standing there. She realized where she was and shouted it out:

HOME again, HOME again, jiggity-jig!

She laughed that wonderful laugh, and followed it up with:

BAA BAA Black Sheep, have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir, THREE BAGS FULL!

James Thomas

Arrangements under the direction of Price-Helton Funeral Home, Auburn, WA.