Rosie Irene Smith was born on May 13, 1912 to Jacob B. Smith and Eliza Ellen Crawford Brookshire Smith. She was the youngest of 10 siblings and half-siblings. I often heard her speak of the hard work that they had to do as children from plowing the fields to working in the family butcher shop. She was especially close to her sister Lillie Smith Bolden, and they remained close until Aunt Lillie's death in 1993.
She married Roscoe Weatherby in 1934, and they divorced in 1937. They had one stillborn child named Barbra Weatherby. I often went with her to the cemetery to tend to various family graves, and she always spent an extra few minutes working on the grave of Barbra. It was very clear that she greatly loved and missed that baby who never had a chance to live.
She married my grandfather Hubert Clifford Munroe in 1937. They moved around a lot as my grandfather worked for a construction company that built water plants. They lived in a trailer, and when it came time to move, they secured the breakables and took their home with them to the next location. I was always amazed when we visited her at the number of friends that she had in each location. She had the kind of personality that drew people to her. Granny and Grandpa had two [still living] children and were totally devoted to them.
My grandpa died in 1969, and at that time, my grandmother moved back to Bremen, Georgia. She did babysitting in her home to earn money. My brother and I and our cousin lived within walking distance, and we spent much time at her home. The three of us always spent Saturday nights at her place; it was a fun weekly ritual for all of us. She was a great cook, and anyone who ate at her table knew they would have a delicious meal. She baked a lot and always had some kind of cake, cookie, pie, or other treat on hand to give to visitors who stopped by.
She never learned how to drive, so she would call on various family members to take her wherever she needed to go. One of the things that sticks out in my mind is that anywhere she went, she was known as "Granny." People young and old called her Granny instead of Irene or Mrs. Munroe.
She had a great sense of humor and was more than willing to join us children in whatever games we wanted to play. Even when she was much older and came to my home to visit with my family, her focus was often on playing with her great-grandchildren. She loved children. She also had a temper....and wasn't afraid to show it, but her bark was always worse than her bite....and we all knew it.
Shortly after we were married, my husband was able to talk her into riding on his motorcycle with him....which provided much amusement for the rest of the family. To this day, I can't believe that 70+ year old lady got on that motorcycle. She took her first plane ride years later from my uncle's home in Memphis, Tennessee to come and visit us on the opposite side of Tennessee. She couldn't swim, but she got into an inflatable boat to float around our pool while the "youngsters" swam. She went fishing in the pond on our farm and caught the tiniest little fish. You would have thought she had caught a whale by the way she acted; she was so proud of herself! So many fun stories....so little space to write them. "Fun" is the key word. She was a fun person to be around.
She was a Christian and worked in the bus ministry at her church. She enjoyed being around the children who rode the bus each week. She always had a little treat to give out to them as they came and went. She had her convictions, and she lived by them. I still remember her telling me she would never go to a movie theater because to her, it was wrong. She didn't criticize others for going; she just didn't go herself.
She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease in her later years. She gradually faded into a shell of her former self until she no longer recognized family and friends...and eventually was unable to move much or communicate at all. She passed away on May 15, 2001. In many ways, it was a blessing to see her go. Alzheimer's is such an awful disease, and it was a relief to know that she had finally gone to a better place and wasn't suffering anymore.
I believe if you asked anyone who knew her, they would tell you that she was all about family and friends. There is a gaping hole in the family which used to be filled with her presence. She will forever be missed by those who knew and loved her.
~Written by Sabrina King Combs (Granddaughter)
NOTE: I ask that if you use information from this biography, you would be kind enough to source it back or link it to this Find-a-Grave profile. It's not about me receiving credit for the work that I have done.....it's about making sure that the proper sourcing is maintained for all of those who might read or see your work in the future. Genealogy is just fiction if you don't document your sources. Sadly, I am placing this note here because I have discovered that people are taking the biography and using is as if they put in the work to write it without documenting where the information actually came from.
She married Roscoe Weatherby in 1934, and they divorced in 1937. They had one stillborn child named Barbra Weatherby. I often went with her to the cemetery to tend to various family graves, and she always spent an extra few minutes working on the grave of Barbra. It was very clear that she greatly loved and missed that baby who never had a chance to live.
She married my grandfather Hubert Clifford Munroe in 1937. They moved around a lot as my grandfather worked for a construction company that built water plants. They lived in a trailer, and when it came time to move, they secured the breakables and took their home with them to the next location. I was always amazed when we visited her at the number of friends that she had in each location. She had the kind of personality that drew people to her. Granny and Grandpa had two [still living] children and were totally devoted to them.
My grandpa died in 1969, and at that time, my grandmother moved back to Bremen, Georgia. She did babysitting in her home to earn money. My brother and I and our cousin lived within walking distance, and we spent much time at her home. The three of us always spent Saturday nights at her place; it was a fun weekly ritual for all of us. She was a great cook, and anyone who ate at her table knew they would have a delicious meal. She baked a lot and always had some kind of cake, cookie, pie, or other treat on hand to give to visitors who stopped by.
She never learned how to drive, so she would call on various family members to take her wherever she needed to go. One of the things that sticks out in my mind is that anywhere she went, she was known as "Granny." People young and old called her Granny instead of Irene or Mrs. Munroe.
She had a great sense of humor and was more than willing to join us children in whatever games we wanted to play. Even when she was much older and came to my home to visit with my family, her focus was often on playing with her great-grandchildren. She loved children. She also had a temper....and wasn't afraid to show it, but her bark was always worse than her bite....and we all knew it.
Shortly after we were married, my husband was able to talk her into riding on his motorcycle with him....which provided much amusement for the rest of the family. To this day, I can't believe that 70+ year old lady got on that motorcycle. She took her first plane ride years later from my uncle's home in Memphis, Tennessee to come and visit us on the opposite side of Tennessee. She couldn't swim, but she got into an inflatable boat to float around our pool while the "youngsters" swam. She went fishing in the pond on our farm and caught the tiniest little fish. You would have thought she had caught a whale by the way she acted; she was so proud of herself! So many fun stories....so little space to write them. "Fun" is the key word. She was a fun person to be around.
She was a Christian and worked in the bus ministry at her church. She enjoyed being around the children who rode the bus each week. She always had a little treat to give out to them as they came and went. She had her convictions, and she lived by them. I still remember her telling me she would never go to a movie theater because to her, it was wrong. She didn't criticize others for going; she just didn't go herself.
She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease in her later years. She gradually faded into a shell of her former self until she no longer recognized family and friends...and eventually was unable to move much or communicate at all. She passed away on May 15, 2001. In many ways, it was a blessing to see her go. Alzheimer's is such an awful disease, and it was a relief to know that she had finally gone to a better place and wasn't suffering anymore.
I believe if you asked anyone who knew her, they would tell you that she was all about family and friends. There is a gaping hole in the family which used to be filled with her presence. She will forever be missed by those who knew and loved her.
~Written by Sabrina King Combs (Granddaughter)
NOTE: I ask that if you use information from this biography, you would be kind enough to source it back or link it to this Find-a-Grave profile. It's not about me receiving credit for the work that I have done.....it's about making sure that the proper sourcing is maintained for all of those who might read or see your work in the future. Genealogy is just fiction if you don't document your sources. Sadly, I am placing this note here because I have discovered that people are taking the biography and using is as if they put in the work to write it without documenting where the information actually came from.
Rosie Irene Smith was born on May 13, 1912 to Jacob B. Smith and Eliza Ellen Crawford Brookshire Smith. She was the youngest of 10 siblings and half-siblings. I often heard her speak of the hard work that they had to do as children from plowing the fields to working in the family butcher shop. She was especially close to her sister Lillie Smith Bolden, and they remained close until Aunt Lillie's death in 1993.
She married Roscoe Weatherby in 1934, and they divorced in 1937. They had one stillborn child named Barbra Weatherby. I often went with her to the cemetery to tend to various family graves, and she always spent an extra few minutes working on the grave of Barbra. It was very clear that she greatly loved and missed that baby who never had a chance to live.
She married my grandfather Hubert Clifford Munroe in 1937. They moved around a lot as my grandfather worked for a construction company that built water plants. They lived in a trailer, and when it came time to move, they secured the breakables and took their home with them to the next location. I was always amazed when we visited her at the number of friends that she had in each location. She had the kind of personality that drew people to her. Granny and Grandpa had two [still living] children and were totally devoted to them.
My grandpa died in 1969, and at that time, my grandmother moved back to Bremen, Georgia. She did babysitting in her home to earn money. My brother and I and our cousin lived within walking distance, and we spent much time at her home. The three of us always spent Saturday nights at her place; it was a fun weekly ritual for all of us. She was a great cook, and anyone who ate at her table knew they would have a delicious meal. She baked a lot and always had some kind of cake, cookie, pie, or other treat on hand to give to visitors who stopped by.
She never learned how to drive, so she would call on various family members to take her wherever she needed to go. One of the things that sticks out in my mind is that anywhere she went, she was known as "Granny." People young and old called her Granny instead of Irene or Mrs. Munroe.
She had a great sense of humor and was more than willing to join us children in whatever games we wanted to play. Even when she was much older and came to my home to visit with my family, her focus was often on playing with her great-grandchildren. She loved children. She also had a temper....and wasn't afraid to show it, but her bark was always worse than her bite....and we all knew it.
Shortly after we were married, my husband was able to talk her into riding on his motorcycle with him....which provided much amusement for the rest of the family. To this day, I can't believe that 70+ year old lady got on that motorcycle. She took her first plane ride years later from my uncle's home in Memphis, Tennessee to come and visit us on the opposite side of Tennessee. She couldn't swim, but she got into an inflatable boat to float around our pool while the "youngsters" swam. She went fishing in the pond on our farm and caught the tiniest little fish. You would have thought she had caught a whale by the way she acted; she was so proud of herself! So many fun stories....so little space to write them. "Fun" is the key word. She was a fun person to be around.
She was a Christian and worked in the bus ministry at her church. She enjoyed being around the children who rode the bus each week. She always had a little treat to give out to them as they came and went. She had her convictions, and she lived by them. I still remember her telling me she would never go to a movie theater because to her, it was wrong. She didn't criticize others for going; she just didn't go herself.
She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease in her later years. She gradually faded into a shell of her former self until she no longer recognized family and friends...and eventually was unable to move much or communicate at all. She passed away on May 15, 2001. In many ways, it was a blessing to see her go. Alzheimer's is such an awful disease, and it was a relief to know that she had finally gone to a better place and wasn't suffering anymore.
I believe if you asked anyone who knew her, they would tell you that she was all about family and friends. There is a gaping hole in the family which used to be filled with her presence. She will forever be missed by those who knew and loved her.
~Written by Sabrina King Combs (Granddaughter)
NOTE: I ask that if you use information from this biography, you would be kind enough to source it back or link it to this Find-a-Grave profile. It's not about me receiving credit for the work that I have done.....it's about making sure that the proper sourcing is maintained for all of those who might read or see your work in the future. Genealogy is just fiction if you don't document your sources. Sadly, I am placing this note here because I have discovered that people are taking the biography and using is as if they put in the work to write it without documenting where the information actually came from.
She married Roscoe Weatherby in 1934, and they divorced in 1937. They had one stillborn child named Barbra Weatherby. I often went with her to the cemetery to tend to various family graves, and she always spent an extra few minutes working on the grave of Barbra. It was very clear that she greatly loved and missed that baby who never had a chance to live.
She married my grandfather Hubert Clifford Munroe in 1937. They moved around a lot as my grandfather worked for a construction company that built water plants. They lived in a trailer, and when it came time to move, they secured the breakables and took their home with them to the next location. I was always amazed when we visited her at the number of friends that she had in each location. She had the kind of personality that drew people to her. Granny and Grandpa had two [still living] children and were totally devoted to them.
My grandpa died in 1969, and at that time, my grandmother moved back to Bremen, Georgia. She did babysitting in her home to earn money. My brother and I and our cousin lived within walking distance, and we spent much time at her home. The three of us always spent Saturday nights at her place; it was a fun weekly ritual for all of us. She was a great cook, and anyone who ate at her table knew they would have a delicious meal. She baked a lot and always had some kind of cake, cookie, pie, or other treat on hand to give to visitors who stopped by.
She never learned how to drive, so she would call on various family members to take her wherever she needed to go. One of the things that sticks out in my mind is that anywhere she went, she was known as "Granny." People young and old called her Granny instead of Irene or Mrs. Munroe.
She had a great sense of humor and was more than willing to join us children in whatever games we wanted to play. Even when she was much older and came to my home to visit with my family, her focus was often on playing with her great-grandchildren. She loved children. She also had a temper....and wasn't afraid to show it, but her bark was always worse than her bite....and we all knew it.
Shortly after we were married, my husband was able to talk her into riding on his motorcycle with him....which provided much amusement for the rest of the family. To this day, I can't believe that 70+ year old lady got on that motorcycle. She took her first plane ride years later from my uncle's home in Memphis, Tennessee to come and visit us on the opposite side of Tennessee. She couldn't swim, but she got into an inflatable boat to float around our pool while the "youngsters" swam. She went fishing in the pond on our farm and caught the tiniest little fish. You would have thought she had caught a whale by the way she acted; she was so proud of herself! So many fun stories....so little space to write them. "Fun" is the key word. She was a fun person to be around.
She was a Christian and worked in the bus ministry at her church. She enjoyed being around the children who rode the bus each week. She always had a little treat to give out to them as they came and went. She had her convictions, and she lived by them. I still remember her telling me she would never go to a movie theater because to her, it was wrong. She didn't criticize others for going; she just didn't go herself.
She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease in her later years. She gradually faded into a shell of her former self until she no longer recognized family and friends...and eventually was unable to move much or communicate at all. She passed away on May 15, 2001. In many ways, it was a blessing to see her go. Alzheimer's is such an awful disease, and it was a relief to know that she had finally gone to a better place and wasn't suffering anymore.
I believe if you asked anyone who knew her, they would tell you that she was all about family and friends. There is a gaping hole in the family which used to be filled with her presence. She will forever be missed by those who knew and loved her.
~Written by Sabrina King Combs (Granddaughter)
NOTE: I ask that if you use information from this biography, you would be kind enough to source it back or link it to this Find-a-Grave profile. It's not about me receiving credit for the work that I have done.....it's about making sure that the proper sourcing is maintained for all of those who might read or see your work in the future. Genealogy is just fiction if you don't document your sources. Sadly, I am placing this note here because I have discovered that people are taking the biography and using is as if they put in the work to write it without documenting where the information actually came from.
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MUNROE
Irene R.
May 13, 1912
May 15, 2001
Gravesite Details
This grave is actually in the privately owned Smith Family Cemetery which is right beside Bremen City Cemetery. The "R" on her marker should be an "S" for Smith.
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