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Pauline C Rodriquez, of Montrose died on her 95th birthday on Monday, Feb.9,1998 in the Valley Manor Care Center in Montrose. She was the daughter of Felipie and Matitda(Chavez)Carabajal, in Clayton, N.M., where she spent her childhood. She then was married in 1923 to Emilio Belarde, and then moved to Montrose a couple years later. In 1938 her husband Emilio passed away. In 1954 she was remarried to John Rodriquez who preceded her in death May 31,1997 in Montrose.
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She single handily took care of her kids after her husband Emilio Belarde's death in 1938 till 1954 when she was remarried to John Rodriquez. Her husband John gladly accepted being a father figure to his step children. However, they were already were all grown up. But then there were plenty of grandchildren.
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Pauline was my Grandma. My Grandma is best remembered for her extra good bread and cooking. She put a lot of love in her cooking. I sure loved her empanada's with mice meat! And her cookies, unbelievable! My Grandma and I were very close. Even though she lived 300 miles away, I always kept close contact with her. When I was a kid, I always saved some my dimes to call her long distance from a pay phone. She always looked forward to seeing me, as I looked forward to seeing her. My Grandma was as nice as can be, but if she didn't like what you were doing, she wasn't shy to set matters straight with you. She definitely had some authority when it came to enforcing obedience. I use to grab her ear and she would just look at me...and then she would tell me to knock it off! It was cute, but she didnt think so.
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Ten years before she left us, my Grandpa(her husband) became ill and was admitted to a nursery home. Grandma had a hard time bearing him not being home with her. She then had surgery on her leg from a prior injury. After that, She admitted her self to the same nursing home, and never left. She was happy, because she was there with her husband. To me that is as true love as it gets. She never once complained about being in there. She also enjoyed all the nursing home activities, especially bingo.
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Towards the end, she was starting to forget things here and there, but she always knew who I was. It was such a good feeling inside of me. All the times I kept in contact payed off. I would travel all the way to Montrose and as I would walk in the door of the nursing home from a distance, she would stare straight at me until I would walk all the way up to her. She then would say Bobby, its my Bobby. I always kissed her right on the lips. I miss her so much. She was my Grandma.
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My Grandmother
In my Rose Garden of memories
I see you standing there
An angel in disguise
Who taught me how to care
I long to hear your voice
for real not in my dreams
I am missing you so much these days
how empty my world seems
People say time heals all wounds
that someday the pain will subside
But Grandma I can tell you
I think they must have lied
The emptiness I am feeling now
is strong and I am weak
These days go by without you
so dreary and so bleak
In my Rose Garden of memories
I know you'll always be
for though you're gone
from this mortal world
In my heart you'll always be
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Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com
The birth date on the tombstone is wrong. She was actually born a year earlier in 1903
Pauline C Rodriquez, of Montrose died on her 95th birthday on Monday, Feb.9,1998 in the Valley Manor Care Center in Montrose. She was the daughter of Felipie and Matitda(Chavez)Carabajal, in Clayton, N.M., where she spent her childhood. She then was married in 1923 to Emilio Belarde, and then moved to Montrose a couple years later. In 1938 her husband Emilio passed away. In 1954 she was remarried to John Rodriquez who preceded her in death May 31,1997 in Montrose.
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She single handily took care of her kids after her husband Emilio Belarde's death in 1938 till 1954 when she was remarried to John Rodriquez. Her husband John gladly accepted being a father figure to his step children. However, they were already were all grown up. But then there were plenty of grandchildren.
✿
Pauline was my Grandma. My Grandma is best remembered for her extra good bread and cooking. She put a lot of love in her cooking. I sure loved her empanada's with mice meat! And her cookies, unbelievable! My Grandma and I were very close. Even though she lived 300 miles away, I always kept close contact with her. When I was a kid, I always saved some my dimes to call her long distance from a pay phone. She always looked forward to seeing me, as I looked forward to seeing her. My Grandma was as nice as can be, but if she didn't like what you were doing, she wasn't shy to set matters straight with you. She definitely had some authority when it came to enforcing obedience. I use to grab her ear and she would just look at me...and then she would tell me to knock it off! It was cute, but she didnt think so.
✿
Ten years before she left us, my Grandpa(her husband) became ill and was admitted to a nursery home. Grandma had a hard time bearing him not being home with her. She then had surgery on her leg from a prior injury. After that, She admitted her self to the same nursing home, and never left. She was happy, because she was there with her husband. To me that is as true love as it gets. She never once complained about being in there. She also enjoyed all the nursing home activities, especially bingo.
✿
Towards the end, she was starting to forget things here and there, but she always knew who I was. It was such a good feeling inside of me. All the times I kept in contact payed off. I would travel all the way to Montrose and as I would walk in the door of the nursing home from a distance, she would stare straight at me until I would walk all the way up to her. She then would say Bobby, its my Bobby. I always kissed her right on the lips. I miss her so much. She was my Grandma.
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My Grandmother
In my Rose Garden of memories
I see you standing there
An angel in disguise
Who taught me how to care
I long to hear your voice
for real not in my dreams
I am missing you so much these days
how empty my world seems
People say time heals all wounds
that someday the pain will subside
But Grandma I can tell you
I think they must have lied
The emptiness I am feeling now
is strong and I am weak
These days go by without you
so dreary and so bleak
In my Rose Garden of memories
I know you'll always be
for though you're gone
from this mortal world
In my heart you'll always be
❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ℒℴѵℯ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com
The birth date on the tombstone is wrong. She was actually born a year earlier in 1903
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Pauline C Rodriquez, of Montrose died on her 95th birthday on Monday, Feb.9,1998 in the Valley Manor Care Center in Montrose. She was the daughter of Felipie and Matitda(Chavez)Carabajal, in Clayton, N.M., where she spent her childhood. She then was married in 1923 to Emilio Belarde, and then moved to Montrose a couple years later. In 1938 her husband Emilio passed away. In 1954 she was remarried to John Rodriquez who preceded her in death May 31,1997 in Montrose.
✿
She single handily took care of her kids after her husband Emilio Belarde's death in 1938 till 1954 when she was remarried to John Rodriquez. Her husband John gladly accepted being a father figure to his step children. However, they were already were all grown up. But then there were plenty of grandchildren.
✿
Pauline was my Grandma. My Grandma is best remembered for her extra good bread and cooking. She put a lot of love in her cooking. I sure loved her empanada's with mice meat! And her cookies, unbelievable! My Grandma and I were very close. Even though she lived 300 miles away, I always kept close contact with her. When I was a kid, I always saved some my dimes to call her long distance from a pay phone. She always looked forward to seeing me, as I looked forward to seeing her. My Grandma was as nice as can be, but if she didn't like what you were doing, she wasn't shy to set matters straight with you. She definitely had some authority when it came to enforcing obedience. I use to grab her ear and she would just look at me...and then she would tell me to knock it off! It was cute, but she didnt think so.
✿
Ten years before she left us, my Grandpa(her husband) became ill and was admitted to a nursery home. Grandma had a hard time bearing him not being home with her. She then had surgery on her leg from a prior injury. After that, She admitted her self to the same nursing home, and never left. She was happy, because she was there with her husband. To me that is as true love as it gets. She never once complained about being in there. She also enjoyed all the nursing home activities, especially bingo.
✿
Towards the end, she was starting to forget things here and there, but she always knew who I was. It was such a good feeling inside of me. All the times I kept in contact payed off. I would travel all the way to Montrose and as I would walk in the door of the nursing home from a distance, she would stare straight at me until I would walk all the way up to her. She then would say Bobby, its my Bobby. I always kissed her right on the lips. I miss her so much. She was my Grandma.
ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ℒℴѵℯ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ
My Grandmother
In my Rose Garden of memories
I see you standing there
An angel in disguise
Who taught me how to care
I long to hear your voice
for real not in my dreams
I am missing you so much these days
how empty my world seems
People say time heals all wounds
that someday the pain will subside
But Grandma I can tell you
I think they must have lied
The emptiness I am feeling now
is strong and I am weak
These days go by without you
so dreary and so bleak
In my Rose Garden of memories
I know you'll always be
for though you're gone
from this mortal world
In my heart you'll always be
❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ℒℴѵℯ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com
The birth date on the tombstone is wrong. She was actually born a year earlier in 1903
Pauline C Rodriquez, of Montrose died on her 95th birthday on Monday, Feb.9,1998 in the Valley Manor Care Center in Montrose. She was the daughter of Felipie and Matitda(Chavez)Carabajal, in Clayton, N.M., where she spent her childhood. She then was married in 1923 to Emilio Belarde, and then moved to Montrose a couple years later. In 1938 her husband Emilio passed away. In 1954 she was remarried to John Rodriquez who preceded her in death May 31,1997 in Montrose.
✿
She single handily took care of her kids after her husband Emilio Belarde's death in 1938 till 1954 when she was remarried to John Rodriquez. Her husband John gladly accepted being a father figure to his step children. However, they were already were all grown up. But then there were plenty of grandchildren.
✿
Pauline was my Grandma. My Grandma is best remembered for her extra good bread and cooking. She put a lot of love in her cooking. I sure loved her empanada's with mice meat! And her cookies, unbelievable! My Grandma and I were very close. Even though she lived 300 miles away, I always kept close contact with her. When I was a kid, I always saved some my dimes to call her long distance from a pay phone. She always looked forward to seeing me, as I looked forward to seeing her. My Grandma was as nice as can be, but if she didn't like what you were doing, she wasn't shy to set matters straight with you. She definitely had some authority when it came to enforcing obedience. I use to grab her ear and she would just look at me...and then she would tell me to knock it off! It was cute, but she didnt think so.
✿
Ten years before she left us, my Grandpa(her husband) became ill and was admitted to a nursery home. Grandma had a hard time bearing him not being home with her. She then had surgery on her leg from a prior injury. After that, She admitted her self to the same nursing home, and never left. She was happy, because she was there with her husband. To me that is as true love as it gets. She never once complained about being in there. She also enjoyed all the nursing home activities, especially bingo.
✿
Towards the end, she was starting to forget things here and there, but she always knew who I was. It was such a good feeling inside of me. All the times I kept in contact payed off. I would travel all the way to Montrose and as I would walk in the door of the nursing home from a distance, she would stare straight at me until I would walk all the way up to her. She then would say Bobby, its my Bobby. I always kissed her right on the lips. I miss her so much. She was my Grandma.
ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ℒℴѵℯ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ
My Grandmother
In my Rose Garden of memories
I see you standing there
An angel in disguise
Who taught me how to care
I long to hear your voice
for real not in my dreams
I am missing you so much these days
how empty my world seems
People say time heals all wounds
that someday the pain will subside
But Grandma I can tell you
I think they must have lied
The emptiness I am feeling now
is strong and I am weak
These days go by without you
so dreary and so bleak
In my Rose Garden of memories
I know you'll always be
for though you're gone
from this mortal world
In my heart you'll always be
❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ℒℴѵℯ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤ ღ ❤
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com
The birth date on the tombstone is wrong. She was actually born a year earlier in 1903
