Pamela’s fairy-tale story began on March 24, 1951 in Wichita. She lived in a cottage on the corner of Wabash and 1st. Like all well-known princesses, she did all the cleaning, took care of her needy siblings, read stacks of books, and brought food home from her job at the Dog-N-Shake. The page turns, and she met her prince, Duane Pritchard, a dashing man in uniform who was renting two doors away. Wedding bells rang. Their black 1966 Chevelle Super Sport awaited. As more pages turn, she bore three perfect, and often well-mannered children, Jeffrey, Tammy and Christopher. She nurtured them. She sewed their clothes but thankfully stopped. She ensured each one loved the Beatles. Throughout her story, her home was tidy. And for over 40 years, she worked cleaning other people’s homes and businesses too. Like the mermaid, she had her collections to complete: dolls, Boyd’s Bears, and Precious Moments figurines. Devout in her faith, and firmly believing in God, she studied the Bible and spoke openly about the happily-ever-after. She had a favorite spot to sit with a glass of wine and watch Once Upon a Time, Downton Abbey and Poldark. She loved traveling to far-away lands, like Ireland, where she saw green fields, stone walls and castles. Pam went to sleep on January 27, 2022. She was 70. She now rests, waiting for the next chapter.
Pam was preceded in death by her husband of almost 39 years, Duane Leonard Pritchard, her parents Russell and Wilma Mitchell, her siblings R.W. and David Mitchell, and her grandson, Garrett Hawkins. She is survived by her son Jeff (Michelle), daughter Tambra (Jerry) and Christopher (Victoria); her grandchildren Brantley, Peyton, Kaleigh, Ethan (Sydney), Blake (Ia), Grant, Arden (Daniel), Thomas, Cady, Sam, Avery and Asher; and her great-grandchildren Brooklyn, Olivia and Emery; and her siblings Rosie (Dennis) Stephens, Mark (Teresa) Mitchell and Jeannie (Danny) Mans.
