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Lucy Tima Hill Endebrock
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Last Sunday my precious Aunt Lucy passed away. She was 89 years old and had recently been put on hospice, so it came as no great shock. It did, however, come with great sadness for me. Lucy had been in a nursing home for the last several years and didn't always know me when I went to see her, but that didn't dull my love for her. As the arrangements were made for Lucy's funeral, I began to realize that the minister who had been asked to speak at the funeral had never met Lucy. My mind went back to my own father's funeral, and the beautiful speech that my husband had made about my dad. I decided that if no one had already been chosen, then I would like to volunteer to tell the group about Lucy at her funeral. Since I had not spoken to Lucy's last surviving daughter in a long time, I was afraid she might not remember me and so I was hesitant to call her on the phone. I decided to go ahead and prepare my remarks and get to the funeral chapel early. When Lucy's daughter arrived for the funeral, I was able to ask her in person and she agreed to letting me speak during the service. The funeral director said that my turn would come right after "The Old Rugged Cross". Here is what I said:
Hello, I am Fay Morris and I am Lucy's niece. Today I would like to say that I love Lucy and give you a few reasons why: Lucy was born in 1921, the fifth daughter of R. Q. and Fannie Hill. After Lucy, R. Q. and Fannie had three sons and then Geneva, who is my mother.
Lucy and my mom were very close sisters and even shared a bed while growing up. My mom had to stay in the hospital when she was a little girl, and when her parents came to visit they brought Lucy with them. If you knew Lucy, then you know what happened next. Lucy was very social and so before long, she struck up a conversation with the little girl in the next bed. This made my mom very unhappy, because she wanted to keep Lucy to herself.
A few years later, Lucy told my mom that she was planning to marry Arthur Endebrock. That was OK with mom, right up until she found out that meant Lucy would be moving in with Arthur! Once again, mom didn't want to have to share Lucy.
Lucy's brother, Bud, served in the Army during the 1940's. He told me that during the time he was stationed in Japan, Lucy was so good to write him long letters full of family news. Bud said he always looked forward to getting a letter from Lucy to keep him updated about his nieces and nephews. Lucy was very thoughtful.
Lucy and Arthur had two daughters, Nancy and Judy, and a son, Roger. Lucy was a very active and involved mother. She loved her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren very much.
By the time I came along, Lucy's children were all grown up, so in my memories of spending time together it was always just Lucy and Arthur. Their house was one of my favorite places to go, even though there were no children for me to play with, or a computer, iPod, or video games! As soon as our station wagon came to a stop in their driveway on Forest Avenue, I tried to be the first one up the sidewalk and through the white gate into the porch that separated Lucy's sewing room to the left, from the rest of their house to the right. Their house had a front door, but I don't remember anyone ever using it. We always went into the house through the door that went straight into the kitchen, where Lucy kept a radio playing softly next to the sink.
Lucy was a gifted seamstress and sewed for the public for many years. Her sewing room was a converted garage and it was there that she turned out one masterpiece after another, always making it look easy.
Lucy and Arthur kept a large garden in their back yard where they grew lots of good things to eat. Fresh tomatoes were one of Lucy's favorite things.
Lucy and Arthur played bridge every Tuesday night with my parents and my dad's brother, Tommy and his wife, Margie for a number of years. Each week the game location rotated between their three houses. When it was Lucy and Arthur's turn to host the group I was always able to find plenty to entertain myself while the adults played bridge.
Lucy and Arthur went on vacations with us to Colorado and enjoyed time together on the Llano River. Once we went deep sea fishing and even while fighting sea-sickness, Lucy caught a shark!
Lucy had a wide circle of friends and also enjoyed bowling in a league for a long time. She always made time for fun, whether it was fishing, playing a game, going for a walk, or having a heart to heart talk.
Lucy's phone number was the first one I ever memorized, and I bet you remember it, too: GL1-6607.
A few years ago when Lucy was in the hospital I went to see her. I sat by her bed and we talked about all sorts of things when her doctor came in to check on her. By then, Lucy had lost most of her eyesight, so after the doctor left the room I commented on how young he looked. Never missing a beat, Lucy asked me if he was good looking. I told her yes, he was nice looking. She immediately said, "Oh, rats! And here I am, looking like an old woman."
These are just a few of the reasons why I love Lucy.
That's what I said at Lucy's funeral, but there is so much more I wish I would have said. Whenever we have had a funeral before, there would be a meeting with the minister ahead of time and he would get all the details of the person's life and share them at the funeral. I expected that this would happen at Lucy's funeral, so I wish I would have also said that Lucy Tima Hill Endebrock was born on July 29, 1921 in the King Community of Coryell County and passed away August 15, 2010 at the age of 89 years and 17 days in Clifton, Texas. Lucy is survived by one daughter, five grandchildren, several great-grandchildren and lifelong friends. She is preceded in death by her husband, Arthur August Endebrock, her son, Roger, her daughter, Judy, and her grandson, Christopher. Lucy graduated from Jonesboro High School in 1938, and married Arthur Endebrock September 27, 1941. In 1946, Lucy and Arthur bought his father's farm near Aleman, Texas in 1946. They worked very hard and had their place debt free in less than seven years. Due to the drought in Central Texas in the 1950s, Arthur took a job at General Motors Corporation . Lucy and Arthur purchased a home in Handley on the east side of Fort Worth and raised their family.
Lucy lived through many hard times but she was not the type of person to let it bring down her spirits. When Lucy was seven years old, her sister Mercedeas died. Lucy also lived through The Great Depression, World War II, the loss of her grandson, husband and two children. Despite these losses, she kept a good attitude and was a lot of fun to be around.
Lucy was a Christian, and she did not reserve her faith for a certain day of the week or a certain building. She lived her faith on a daily basis, and taught by example. If Lucy loved you, you knew it! One of her gifts that was so like Christ was her ability to set aside time to spend with children and make them feel valued and loved.
I also wish I would have said how these are just a few of my memories and I am sure that everyone here today has their own memories of Lucy. I hope this has reminded you of some good times that you shared with Lucy, and like me those memories will always be a treasure in your heart.
