Vera G. White

Vera G. White

April 14, 1913 - January 01, 2006

Vera G. White

April 14, 1913 - January 01, 2006


Vera G. White, 92, was born April 14, 1913 in Texas, died on Sunday, January 1, 2006 in Laguna Hills, California. A devoted mother of of three children, Barbara Clary, Gloria Jean Pambrun and Dennis White; beloved grandmother of nine; loving great-grandmother of fifteen and a great-great-grandmother of four.

A Graveside Service will be held on Friday, January 6, 2006 ~ 1:00 P.M. at El Toro Memorial Park, Lake Forest, Califonira.

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5 responses to Vera G. White

  1. Robin says:

    I loved grandma so much! I remember her taking me to church every Sunday and sitting in the pew between her and grandpa. I remember that grandma always had a mint or gum Juicy Fruit and a pad of paper and pencil to keep me quiet. After church we would go to Taco Bell for a taco. Grandma was with me when I was saved and when I was baptized.

    Grandma was a very gentle, nurturing person. No matter how sick I was, or even if I was faking it, she believed me and took care of me, saying, “you poor thing”. She would make whatever food I wanted to make me feel better! But only sometimes would she share her “secret” Baby Ruth candy bar hidden beneath the dishtowles!. I remember seeing her rock one of my cousins, and even my own kids, and sing, “Jesus Loves Me.” And then there was that gentle pat of her hand on my hand…

    I remember back in Torrance, grandma always provided me with pretend dishes to play with in the play house. She also would let me watch her make apricot cobbler. I remember when grandpa hurt his back, grandma would always be hospitable to visitors who came with food, or just to give grandpa an encouraging word.

    Grandma loved her grandkids so much. I think each one of us would say of themselves, “I was grandma’s favorite”!

    I’m thankful that grandma introduced Jesus to me. She will forever be my example of grace, patience, honesty, gentleness and joy. I know I’ll see her again, someday, in heaven. I know too, that she *always* prayed that each and every one of her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and even great-great grandchildren, as well as their spouses, would one day come to know Jesus as their own personal Lord and Savior. As gramdma enters into her eternal home with the Lord, this will be my prayer as well.

  2. Haley Wright says:

    what I remember most about my Grandma is when we went to visit her we would bring her Sees chocolate. She loved Sees candy.

  3. Nana White liked watermellon like me!

  4. Gina Shean says:

    Grace. As defined by Webster: “A virtue coming from God; a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine grace; a charming or attractive trait or characteristic; a pleasingly graceful appearance or effect; the quality or state of being considerate or thoughtful.” Can you think of a better word to describe Vera White?

    My Grandma had grace, my Grandma WAS grace. When I was younger she always had her hair done and lipstick on. In later years maybe she didn’t look quite as kept, but she still had this quiet, yet, dignified manner about her. She appeared to glide when she walked, in reality I think it was more of a shuffle, but her poise gave it a more regal effect. She spoke quietly; she knew you’d be listening intently. Her hands were as soft as cashmere, and the lightest touch could heal your soul.

    Her family was her life; she adored Grandpa. She took paramount pleasure in making us happy. I can still see her busily floating about the kitchen preparing our special requests. Banana pudding with vanilla wafers, chocolate pie, okra and black-eyed peas, baked ham, and the navy beans she’d make with the leftover ham, oh and the best ham sandwiches , she’d cube the ham, and put extra mayonnaise on it! Every detail just right, Grandma thought of everything.

    For many years we were lucky enough to live around the corner from them. We would go there every day after school. She always had our favorite snacks ready as we walked in the door, mine was canned peaches, and Stephanie’s was pineapple with cottage cheese. I remember helping her cut out coupons. And rainy days,do you remember those plastic head covers that she would have stashed in her purse that she would use to protect her hair from the rain? I thought those were the coolest.

    We spent the summer days with them as well. Each week she would have a little outing planned. She’d save up stale bread to feed the ducks at the duck pond. The trips to the bird sanctuary in Modjeska Canyon were my favorite. At least once a week, Grandpa would find an excuse to take us on a quick trip to Clark Drugs where he’d buy us an ice cream cone. We ate in the car because we’d have to keep it a secret from Grandma. We’d get home and before we’d even reach the porch Grandma knew he had treated us to a scoop and would exclaim “Melvin! You’re going to ruin their dinner.” This is the only time I would ever hear Grandma’s voice raised, but I know she wasn’t truly mad.

    As I watched the slide show Robin put together, one thing that I realized never waned is her smile. It warmed your heart and it could always be found upon her face. It never changed in all those years; maybe her face had more wrinkles and sagged a bit further. But that smile, it was the same smile that greeted me the last time I walked into her room, as it is in my oldest, fondest, memories of her.

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