Vivian Jean Lampman was the youngest daughter of Albert Isaac Lampman and Rosa Lee Robinson. Rosa Lee died when Jean was only 6 years old.
She worked at General Dynamics and Ben Hogan.
While married to Phillip Bernstein, she had one daughter, Sandra Kaye. Jean was married to Phillip 3 times. All three marriages ended in divorce. She was also married to Hugh W Brown.
Jean was my grandmother. She wasn't a normal grandmother. She was MoMo. She had a bond with my son like no other. He was everything to her and her to him. He loved going to her house and spending the night with her. She always said, "There will never be another" when talking about "her boy".
It was only fitting that "her boy" gave a beautiful eulogy at her funeral. I was never a more proud mama. The eulogy follows.
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Looking out at everyone here, I think everyone had their own special nicknames for my great grandmother – Viv, Jean, Jeanie, Sister or as we younger ones always call her, Momo. When I say "younger ones" I am generously including the two 40-something year old granddaughters, my mom Jeanie and my Aunt Jack. I think there is even a cat named in Momo's honor, but that's not my story. You will have to talk to Aunt Negg for details on the cat situation.
My first memory of Momo is her love for the Dollar Store. I found out much later, she didn't love the Dollar Store. I did. She took me to the Dollar Store every time I visited with her whether it was planned or not. For some reason, I was always good at talking her in to a quick trip to the Dollar Store. Hmmm This must have been where I perfected my way with the ladies. Again, that's another story.
There is one trip to the Dollar Store that really sticks out in my mind. Four year old boys love plastic guns, holsters, and handcuffs. Anytime the Dollar Store had news ones, I always thought I needed to have one. This trip I was in luck and Momo bought me a cool new set. We got it to her house and I played with it all afternoon and evening. That night, Momo told me to put everything in the sack, leave it on the chair and go to bed. As most boys do, I follwed her directions exactly. I went to bed and took everything with me. Some time later, Momo was walking past my bedroom and heard me crying. Yes, I have to admit I had handcuffed myself in the bed with my hands behind my back and couldn't get to the keys. Please don't ask how I did that. I'm still not sure myself!!! Also, let me remind you at this point in the story that I was only four years old and not the brightest crayon in the box. I am now grown and always ensure I have the keys anytime I play with plastic guns, holsters, and handcuffs. To my eternal embarrassment, Momo told this story to everyone she met. I am sure some of you have heard it two or three times.
At a very young age, I had the unique opportunity to have a fun relationship with Momo and my Old Papa –he is another story altogether! I want to remember all the good times I had with both of my great grandparents. To help me remember and since Momo is no longer with us, I will tell this exciting tale to everyone I come across.
I love you Momo. Rest in Peace.
She worked at General Dynamics and Ben Hogan.
While married to Phillip Bernstein, she had one daughter, Sandra Kaye. Jean was married to Phillip 3 times. All three marriages ended in divorce. She was also married to Hugh W Brown.
Jean was my grandmother. She wasn't a normal grandmother. She was MoMo. She had a bond with my son like no other. He was everything to her and her to him. He loved going to her house and spending the night with her. She always said, "There will never be another" when talking about "her boy".
It was only fitting that "her boy" gave a beautiful eulogy at her funeral. I was never a more proud mama. The eulogy follows.
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Looking out at everyone here, I think everyone had their own special nicknames for my great grandmother – Viv, Jean, Jeanie, Sister or as we younger ones always call her, Momo. When I say "younger ones" I am generously including the two 40-something year old granddaughters, my mom Jeanie and my Aunt Jack. I think there is even a cat named in Momo's honor, but that's not my story. You will have to talk to Aunt Negg for details on the cat situation.
My first memory of Momo is her love for the Dollar Store. I found out much later, she didn't love the Dollar Store. I did. She took me to the Dollar Store every time I visited with her whether it was planned or not. For some reason, I was always good at talking her in to a quick trip to the Dollar Store. Hmmm This must have been where I perfected my way with the ladies. Again, that's another story.
There is one trip to the Dollar Store that really sticks out in my mind. Four year old boys love plastic guns, holsters, and handcuffs. Anytime the Dollar Store had news ones, I always thought I needed to have one. This trip I was in luck and Momo bought me a cool new set. We got it to her house and I played with it all afternoon and evening. That night, Momo told me to put everything in the sack, leave it on the chair and go to bed. As most boys do, I follwed her directions exactly. I went to bed and took everything with me. Some time later, Momo was walking past my bedroom and heard me crying. Yes, I have to admit I had handcuffed myself in the bed with my hands behind my back and couldn't get to the keys. Please don't ask how I did that. I'm still not sure myself!!! Also, let me remind you at this point in the story that I was only four years old and not the brightest crayon in the box. I am now grown and always ensure I have the keys anytime I play with plastic guns, holsters, and handcuffs. To my eternal embarrassment, Momo told this story to everyone she met. I am sure some of you have heard it two or three times.
At a very young age, I had the unique opportunity to have a fun relationship with Momo and my Old Papa –he is another story altogether! I want to remember all the good times I had with both of my great grandparents. To help me remember and since Momo is no longer with us, I will tell this exciting tale to everyone I come across.
I love you Momo. Rest in Peace.
Vivian Jean Lampman was the youngest daughter of Albert Isaac Lampman and Rosa Lee Robinson. Rosa Lee died when Jean was only 6 years old.
She worked at General Dynamics and Ben Hogan.
While married to Phillip Bernstein, she had one daughter, Sandra Kaye. Jean was married to Phillip 3 times. All three marriages ended in divorce. She was also married to Hugh W Brown.
Jean was my grandmother. She wasn't a normal grandmother. She was MoMo. She had a bond with my son like no other. He was everything to her and her to him. He loved going to her house and spending the night with her. She always said, "There will never be another" when talking about "her boy".
It was only fitting that "her boy" gave a beautiful eulogy at her funeral. I was never a more proud mama. The eulogy follows.
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Looking out at everyone here, I think everyone had their own special nicknames for my great grandmother – Viv, Jean, Jeanie, Sister or as we younger ones always call her, Momo. When I say "younger ones" I am generously including the two 40-something year old granddaughters, my mom Jeanie and my Aunt Jack. I think there is even a cat named in Momo's honor, but that's not my story. You will have to talk to Aunt Negg for details on the cat situation.
My first memory of Momo is her love for the Dollar Store. I found out much later, she didn't love the Dollar Store. I did. She took me to the Dollar Store every time I visited with her whether it was planned or not. For some reason, I was always good at talking her in to a quick trip to the Dollar Store. Hmmm This must have been where I perfected my way with the ladies. Again, that's another story.
There is one trip to the Dollar Store that really sticks out in my mind. Four year old boys love plastic guns, holsters, and handcuffs. Anytime the Dollar Store had news ones, I always thought I needed to have one. This trip I was in luck and Momo bought me a cool new set. We got it to her house and I played with it all afternoon and evening. That night, Momo told me to put everything in the sack, leave it on the chair and go to bed. As most boys do, I follwed her directions exactly. I went to bed and took everything with me. Some time later, Momo was walking past my bedroom and heard me crying. Yes, I have to admit I had handcuffed myself in the bed with my hands behind my back and couldn't get to the keys. Please don't ask how I did that. I'm still not sure myself!!! Also, let me remind you at this point in the story that I was only four years old and not the brightest crayon in the box. I am now grown and always ensure I have the keys anytime I play with plastic guns, holsters, and handcuffs. To my eternal embarrassment, Momo told this story to everyone she met. I am sure some of you have heard it two or three times.
At a very young age, I had the unique opportunity to have a fun relationship with Momo and my Old Papa –he is another story altogether! I want to remember all the good times I had with both of my great grandparents. To help me remember and since Momo is no longer with us, I will tell this exciting tale to everyone I come across.
I love you Momo. Rest in Peace.
She worked at General Dynamics and Ben Hogan.
While married to Phillip Bernstein, she had one daughter, Sandra Kaye. Jean was married to Phillip 3 times. All three marriages ended in divorce. She was also married to Hugh W Brown.
Jean was my grandmother. She wasn't a normal grandmother. She was MoMo. She had a bond with my son like no other. He was everything to her and her to him. He loved going to her house and spending the night with her. She always said, "There will never be another" when talking about "her boy".
It was only fitting that "her boy" gave a beautiful eulogy at her funeral. I was never a more proud mama. The eulogy follows.
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Looking out at everyone here, I think everyone had their own special nicknames for my great grandmother – Viv, Jean, Jeanie, Sister or as we younger ones always call her, Momo. When I say "younger ones" I am generously including the two 40-something year old granddaughters, my mom Jeanie and my Aunt Jack. I think there is even a cat named in Momo's honor, but that's not my story. You will have to talk to Aunt Negg for details on the cat situation.
My first memory of Momo is her love for the Dollar Store. I found out much later, she didn't love the Dollar Store. I did. She took me to the Dollar Store every time I visited with her whether it was planned or not. For some reason, I was always good at talking her in to a quick trip to the Dollar Store. Hmmm This must have been where I perfected my way with the ladies. Again, that's another story.
There is one trip to the Dollar Store that really sticks out in my mind. Four year old boys love plastic guns, holsters, and handcuffs. Anytime the Dollar Store had news ones, I always thought I needed to have one. This trip I was in luck and Momo bought me a cool new set. We got it to her house and I played with it all afternoon and evening. That night, Momo told me to put everything in the sack, leave it on the chair and go to bed. As most boys do, I follwed her directions exactly. I went to bed and took everything with me. Some time later, Momo was walking past my bedroom and heard me crying. Yes, I have to admit I had handcuffed myself in the bed with my hands behind my back and couldn't get to the keys. Please don't ask how I did that. I'm still not sure myself!!! Also, let me remind you at this point in the story that I was only four years old and not the brightest crayon in the box. I am now grown and always ensure I have the keys anytime I play with plastic guns, holsters, and handcuffs. To my eternal embarrassment, Momo told this story to everyone she met. I am sure some of you have heard it two or three times.
At a very young age, I had the unique opportunity to have a fun relationship with Momo and my Old Papa –he is another story altogether! I want to remember all the good times I had with both of my great grandparents. To help me remember and since Momo is no longer with us, I will tell this exciting tale to everyone I come across.
I love you Momo. Rest in Peace.
