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| Yvonne Willie Quinn (Childers) 5 August 1919 - 2 February 2003 Asheville NC Fayetteville GA |

She met Fred at work [Beacon Blanket Factory], dated him at the skating rink. and married him on August 17, 1940. She was a dedicated wife and mother. She had the heart of a mother, and even as a young teenager, took great responsibility for caring for her siblings. Her siblings adored her and she was basically a second mother to them. |
She loved sewing and did beautiful work. [Her daughter] Yvonne would come home from school and her mother would surprise her with a brand new outfit. She’d work on it while everyone was at school and keep it a secret. She did beautiful smocking. She would bring home remnants from Beacon Blankets and make baby blankets. She made over 100 afghans and loved giving them away. |
| Yvonne could be tough when she had to be. With Fred being in the Navy, he from time to time would be at sea for many months and Yvonne would run the household. She expected a lot. She’d say. “If you tell me the truth, I won’t whip you. But if you lie to me, I'll whip you...” |
She could sit for hours working puzzles with her grandchildren. She always wanted to help however she could. On one occasion, she helped build a doghouse. They worked and worked in the basement to build that doghouse. They finished it, and went to take it outside, and couldn’t get it through the basement door. They had to remodel it. |
Yvonne was a good cook. She made the best creamed corn and corn bread. She seemed to always have a roast on, even in the middle of the night. Whenever anyone visited her, she would ask, “Would you like something to eat?” She loved having company and was a great hostess. |
She loved life. The children never heard her complain no matter how difficult things were. She was just happy. She loved to joke and cut up and laugh with the ladies in her SS class. She was a ray of sunshine. |
God gives us . . . the gift of good memories. . . . : those blue eyes, her beautiful handwriting, those macrame bags, giving you a piece of gum (1/2 piece) on the way to church, pinching you in church when you got too wiggly, her beautiful garden, making the girls a red rose corsage from her garden on Mother’s Day. |
She cared for her children, and then for her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren. She was a caring person. |