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Verletta M Day

January 6, 1928October 30, 2019

Verletta M Day was born on January 6, 1928 and passed away on October 30, 2019.

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William Mize

November 6, 2019

When I was a little boy, aunt Betty, was aunt BB. She was the aunt who loved me the most and I loved her back - I think it made my mom jealous sometimes. They would talk Bible on the phone. Aunt BB gave me canned peaches in milk when I said, "PKees, aunt BB, Pkees", and a little gold ring I once lost in my cocoa and again, later, in the latch of the bedroom door in the Houston Heights, which I found when I lived there during medical school. Our mother, her older sister, who she called "Dean", trusted her with me and let me go see her by train in Louisianna from Houston, when I was 6. Moss hung from the trees there and made it look mysterious, like there could be ghosts. It was the first cousins I visited in the summertimes - Alan, Robin, Matt, Cherie and little Tommy. Uncle Milton loved her a lot and watched baseball from his man-cave out back. The neighbor boy wasnt so nice, when we played cowboys and Indians, so I threw little pebbles at him through the fence. They threatened to call "the juvenile authorities" on me, to take me away. But aunt BB didn't let that happen. I guess she understood me and I felt she understood all us kids. She took us for car rides on the old river road to look for ghost plantations and to get snow cones. We loved her and will miss her from the times when the world was too wide to imagine.

Virginia Mize Goldstein

November 4, 2019

Virginia Mize Goldstein

November 4, 2019

Virginia Mize Goldstein

November 4, 2019

Virginia Mize Goldstein

November 4, 2019

Virginia Mize Goldstein

November 4, 2019

Virginia Mize Goldstein

November 4, 2019

Virginia Mize Goldstein

November 4, 2019

Part 2
Back then Betty and Cherie fought like cats and dogs the way a mother and teen-aged daughter will. But before it was all over, Betty and Milton could not have asked for a better or more devoted care-giver than Cherie.

Betty and her siblings talked lovingly of their own childhood in Orange, Texas, in Little Cypress near the Newton County Road. I was raised hearing their stories and looking at the photos that Virgil, Betty's father, had taken of his family in the 1920s and 1930s. I was, again, greatly impacted by these and have pursued research about the Hogan family history. And it all started with their stories. Their reverence for that time and place, their parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles is a legacy the knowledge of which I can pass forward. In the end, you can love your family or not, but who you are comes from them, not just the genetics, but the stories, dreams, even losses, and the idea of your family's history. We stand on their shoulders. Our blood is their blood. Aunt Betty was a quirky, complicated human being. She was generally cheery and had a funny sort of sense of humor. She could be curt and cut you to the quick. She loved her family and her God. She had a good long life. When the time came, she went peacefully. We should all be so lucky.

Virginia Mize Goldstein

November 4, 2019

Part I
Aunt Betty was my mother's only sister and when I was growing up, she came to our house once or twice a year for a visit and would stay for a week or so. Mama and Betty were like all siblings--they would get along until they didn't, but I never doubted the love they had for one another. When they started getting on each other's nerves Betty would call Milton, and it was time to go home.

When their kids were younger Aunt Betty and Uncle Milton took a road trip every year with their camper trailer named "C'est La Vie." I was very envious because my family didn't really take vacations. One year, when I was about 9 years old they allowed Mama and I to join them on a driving trip to Colorado, Wyoming, Arizona and Utah. It was the only trip like that my mother and I had ever gone on and it meant the world to my mother in so many ways. I have many funny memories of that trip, but mostly I learned that the wide world out there is not just in pictures in the National Geographic--you can go and see for yourself. The very first museum I ever went to was on that trip. --that trip impacted me to my core--I have not stopped traveling to this day, and before I started my family, I worked in a museum for 8 years. I have often wondered if I had not had that opportunity to travel with Betty and Milton, how different would my life have been.

One summer when I was about 14, I pretty much spent the entire summer in Baton Rouge. Aunt Betty would get mad at Cherie and wouldn't let her drive the car. And even though I was the same age as Cherie, and also did not have a driver's license, Betty would give me the keys to the car. We ran errands, but we also got up to all sorts of shenanigans. I liked to sit and talk to Aunt Betty sometimes, and I think she liked that--maybe that's why she let me have the keys to the car.

Gaynor Burch

November 4, 2019

Verletta was such a lovely (inside and out) godly woman with a deep faith. She had a Wonderful and godly daughter also, that took such good care of her. Verletta was very content and as long as she could; wrote a chapter daily from the Bible daily. I consider myself fortunate to have met Verletta and enjoyed good conversation the times I was around her. She was at peace knowing that she would be with her Heavenly Father when she passed.