Mary Amanda Hale
March 22, 1936 – August 11, 2018
Mary A. Hale (82) of Shelby died Saturday, August 11, 2018 at her home. She was born March 22, 1936 in Olean, NY to the late Melvin and Jane Etta (Lott) Whitcher Turner. Mrs. Hale worked at Holthouse Farms and enjoyed reading, puzzle books, playing bingo and spending time with her family.
Mrs. Hale is survived by her daughters: Diana (Tom) Oney of Plymouth, Rita (Bernie) Gayheart of Shelby and Paula (Leo) Brousseau of Greenwich, 2 sons: Matthew Hale and Melvin (Teresa) Hale of Greenwich, 22 grandchildren, 45 great grandchildren and 2 great great grandchildren, 2 half-brothers: Gene (Vicki) Turner of Elyria and Joe Turner of Florida, sister: Lucy Takacs of Elyria. She was preceded in death by her husband: Joe Hale, 3 sons: Alan, Rodney, Robert Hale, daughter: Rose Mary, grandson: Thomas Scott Oney, great grandson: Daytona Matthew Hale, father: Melvin Whitcher, stepfather: Eugene Turner, mother: Jane Etta (Lott) Turner, Brother: Melvin Whitcher Jr., and stepbrothers: David Turner and Walter Turner.
Friends may call Wednesday, August 15, 2018 from 11:00 am to 1:00 pm at the Lindsey Kocher Funeral Service, 323 Myrtle Ave, Willard, Ohio 44890 with services being held at 1:00 PM with Pastor Delmer Bailey officiating. Burial will be at Maple Grove Cemetery, New Haven. Online condolences may be made at www.Lindseykocherfh.com.
- Visitation Wednesday, August 15, 2018
- Funeral Services Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Mary Amanda Hale
August 13, 2018
Dear Tom & Diane, I’m so sorry for the loss of your mother,
I saw this and I kept it to try and comfort ones who go through this.
I hope you enjoy it.
Kingdom Promises—Making All Things New. YOU pluck a luscious apple from the branch. You take in its aroma before adding it to the growing mound in the basket. You have been working for hours, but you feel fine and ready for a bit more work. Your mother is at a tree nearby, happily working and chatting with other family members and friends who are helping with the harvest. She looks so young—the way you remember her when you were just a child all those years ago. It is hard to believe that you saw her grow old in the world that is now long gone. You saw her waste away with illness, you held her hand as she breathed her last, and you wept at her graveside. Yet, here she is, along with so many others, alive and healthy again! Such days will come; we know it. We know it because God’s promises always come true.