Memories of Kathleen

Whereas Chester might sneak off to his easy chair and quietly read, or wander out to the porch to sit and simply watch the goings-on of their back street Brentwood neighborhood, Kathleen was always around the people in her home.

Grandchildren loved to visit. They all knew that she would make them feel like they were the most important person in the world. The basement was a wonderland to explore. Her home-cooked meals were always delicious. She had a porch to sit on, and a yard to play games in. You could eat pears from the tree on one side of the house, or eat grapes and spit out the seeds on the other side. She would sit and talk to you, or you could just watch her sway or dance to music on the radio.


Jimmy and his Grandma Carson

She would talk about everything and anything. She was strong willed and had strong opinions on independence and self-reliance. She also treasured time in her yard, and tending to her flowers.

At family gatherings she would always appear with her camera in hand and snap a few photos of her children, grandchildren, or other guests.


Four Generations: (Left to right)
Bernice, Blanche (Wheeler) Rogers, Kathleen, and probably Jeannie