Barbara G. Taylor

Barbara Gibson Taylor, age 74 passed away peacefully at home on October 5th in East Aurora, NY, surrounded by her family. She was born on October 27, 1951 in Buffalo, NY. She was the beloved daughter of Edwin Julian Gibson and Doris Jean Gibson.

Barbara grew up in East Aurora, NY where she roamed the neighborhood with the notorious King Street Gang, fending off rivals from Persons Street and other ne'er-do wells, and where she later raised her “fambly”.

Throughout life, Barbara was known for her incredibly sharp wit that became affectionately known as “Barbs” amongst the family. She loved going on adventures with her sister and daughters, forgetting they were amongst the public and causing hilarious chaos wherever they went. She loved music, mandatory kick-ball with her children and grandchildren, full contact snowball fights, her writing class, her many greyhounds, and sashaying through the French Quarter of New Orleans - especially eating at Deanies and listening to Charles Jacobs wherever he was playing. An avid gardener, she transformed her home into what could only be described as a fairy tail grotto, transporting anyone that enjoyed sitting with her on the back patio to another more beautiful world. Fiercely independent and strong willed, she was the undisputed matriarch of the family. She was a gifted writer and published her collection of short stories “Particularly Peculiar People” that chronicled her life and precocious adventures as “B Lynn” better than we can do here. And while she would say publishing her book would rate as one of her proudest achievements, she would undoubtedly say that her loving marriage, her children and grandchildren and all of the beautiful love she gave to her family and many dear friends was the greatest.

Barbara is survived by her husband of 41 years, Randolph Taylor, daughters Courtney (Adam) Eck and Jamie (Christopher) Biviano, step son Thomas Taylor, grandchildren Jason, Ryan and Amy Eck and Isabella and Julian Biviano.

She was preceded in death by her parents Edwin and Doris and sister, Jean Suzanne McMurray and step son James Taylor.

We will remember her as she wished; vibrant, funny, impetuous, and so full of life. It is in that memory, and because the thought of anyone milling around wearing “drab funeral clothes” and all of the associated “nonsense” of a funeral or calling hours would be appalling to her, none will be offered.