Pearl had to quit school & go to work at the end of 8th grade. In 1952 she left Chicago for California. She told her daughter that “it never rains in California”. But, they were greeted with rain.
She married 3 times: E. Lettmann with whom she had 3 daughters; Ronnee, Corena & Susan & two sons; Michael and Timothy. Tim preceded her in death in 1976. Her 2nd marriage was to J. La More.
Her 3rd marriage, to F. Feldman, gave her a 4th daughter, Mindy. Not one to allow her most humble beginnings to show, she always made sure she and her children were well dressed.
Her sense of style extended to her home. She was an accomplished seamstress & created items for her home, clothing, & handmade dolls. She also loved to read and passed on that love.
In her younger years dancing was her passion but, with the onset of arthritis, she made-do by sitting in a chair and moving her feet in dance steps to entertain her great-granddaughter. Her sense of humor never ceased, even at the end, hospitalized, and on a respirator, she wrote funny one-liners to her visiting family.
The pastor of her memorial service incorporated two lines that she used often; “Better days are comin’” & “Walk in like you own the joint.” As she entered heaven she must have walked in like she “owned the joint” and knew better days had finally come. She was looking good, too, perhaps St. Peter asked her for a dance.
Pearl had to quit school & go to work at the end of 8th grade. In 1952 she left Chicago for California. She told her daughter that “it never rains in California”. But, they were greeted with rain.
She married 3 times: E. Lettmann with whom she had 3 daughters; Ronnee, Corena & Susan & two sons; Michael and Timothy. Tim preceded her in death in 1976. Her 2nd marriage was to J. La More.
Her 3rd marriage, to F. Feldman, gave her a 4th daughter, Mindy. Not one to allow her most humble beginnings to show, she always made sure she and her children were well dressed.
Her sense of style extended to her home. She was an accomplished seamstress & created items for her home, clothing, & handmade dolls. She also loved to read and passed on that love.
In her younger years dancing was her passion but, with the onset of arthritis, she made-do by sitting in a chair and moving her feet in dance steps to entertain her great-granddaughter. Her sense of humor never ceased, even at the end, hospitalized, and on a respirator, she wrote funny one-liners to her visiting family.
The pastor of her memorial service incorporated two lines that she used often; “Better days are comin’” & “Walk in like you own the joint.” As she entered heaven she must have walked in like she “owned the joint” and knew better days had finally come. She was looking good, too, perhaps St. Peter asked her for a dance.