OUR DANDO
Mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother, she was all of these and her very existence was to be nothing more or nothing less. "Dando", what a funny name for a grandmother. But as the story is told, her first grandchild, William "Bill" Brewner, would not or could not say "Grandma". So the legend of "Dando" began. From that point in time and for the next 60 years, anybody that knew her or would come into contact with her, she was "Dando". She loved her children deeply, and for the next three generation, welcomed every grandchild with open arms. A small boned petite woman with a boundless supply of energy. A sassy tongue that would spare no one if she thought they were doing something that was not right. She was the survivor of many bumps along the way to a long life. She survived the Great Flu Pandemic of 1918. The death and burial of her beloved father and mother. The loss of her youngest son in 1945 and two other sons after that. Yet she lived on. In 1979 she succumbed to a fate she feared. The same fate that took her mother, a fractured hip. There were eight children born to Robert L. and Nancy Davis Yancey. She was the last of the Yancey siblings. She is gone, but never forgotten. Her memory lives on in the hearts and minds of those who knew her. " Our Dando" "LIVE ON DANDO LIVE ON"
Service from Neal Memorial Chapel, June 10, 1979 at 2 P.M., Rev. Wallace Watson-First Christian Church officiating.
Mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother, she was all of these and her very existence was to be nothing more or nothing less. "Dando", what a funny name for a grandmother. But as the story is told, her first grandchild, William "Bill" Brewner, would not or could not say "Grandma". So the legend of "Dando" began. From that point in time and for the next 60 years, anybody that knew her or would come into contact with her, she was "Dando". She loved her children deeply, and for the next three generation, welcomed every grandchild with open arms. A small boned petite woman with a boundless supply of energy. A sassy tongue that would spare no one if she thought they were doing something that was not right. She was the survivor of many bumps along the way to a long life. She survived the Great Flu Pandemic of 1918. The death and burial of her beloved father and mother. The loss of her youngest son in 1945 and two other sons after that. Yet she lived on. In 1979 she succumbed to a fate she feared. The same fate that took her mother, a fractured hip. There were eight children born to Robert L. and Nancy Davis Yancey. She was the last of the Yancey siblings. She is gone, but never forgotten. Her memory lives on in the hearts and minds of those who knew her. " Our Dando" "LIVE ON DANDO LIVE ON"
Service from Neal Memorial Chapel, June 10, 1979 at 2 P.M., Rev. Wallace Watson-First Christian Church officiating.
OUR DANDO
Mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother, she was all of these and her very existence was to be nothing more or nothing less. "Dando", what a funny name for a grandmother. But as the story is told, her first grandchild, William "Bill" Brewner, would not or could not say "Grandma". So the legend of "Dando" began. From that point in time and for the next 60 years, anybody that knew her or would come into contact with her, she was "Dando". She loved her children deeply, and for the next three generation, welcomed every grandchild with open arms. A small boned petite woman with a boundless supply of energy. A sassy tongue that would spare no one if she thought they were doing something that was not right. She was the survivor of many bumps along the way to a long life. She survived the Great Flu Pandemic of 1918. The death and burial of her beloved father and mother. The loss of her youngest son in 1945 and two other sons after that. Yet she lived on. In 1979 she succumbed to a fate she feared. The same fate that took her mother, a fractured hip. There were eight children born to Robert L. and Nancy Davis Yancey. She was the last of the Yancey siblings. She is gone, but never forgotten. Her memory lives on in the hearts and minds of those who knew her. " Our Dando" "LIVE ON DANDO LIVE ON"
Service from Neal Memorial Chapel, June 10, 1979 at 2 P.M., Rev. Wallace Watson-First Christian Church officiating.
Mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother, she was all of these and her very existence was to be nothing more or nothing less. "Dando", what a funny name for a grandmother. But as the story is told, her first grandchild, William "Bill" Brewner, would not or could not say "Grandma". So the legend of "Dando" began. From that point in time and for the next 60 years, anybody that knew her or would come into contact with her, she was "Dando". She loved her children deeply, and for the next three generation, welcomed every grandchild with open arms. A small boned petite woman with a boundless supply of energy. A sassy tongue that would spare no one if she thought they were doing something that was not right. She was the survivor of many bumps along the way to a long life. She survived the Great Flu Pandemic of 1918. The death and burial of her beloved father and mother. The loss of her youngest son in 1945 and two other sons after that. Yet she lived on. In 1979 she succumbed to a fate she feared. The same fate that took her mother, a fractured hip. There were eight children born to Robert L. and Nancy Davis Yancey. She was the last of the Yancey siblings. She is gone, but never forgotten. Her memory lives on in the hearts and minds of those who knew her. " Our Dando" "LIVE ON DANDO LIVE ON"
Service from Neal Memorial Chapel, June 10, 1979 at 2 P.M., Rev. Wallace Watson-First Christian Church officiating.
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