My heartfelt thanks to Zina Bee for sponsoring my mother's memorial. Such a kind and thoughtful gesture cannot ever be adequately repaid by a thank you.
And thank you to all the thoughtful people who have left flowers for Mother. Your generosity has touched my heart.
Martha Katherine Threet was born and raised in Florence, Alabama and was married twice, once to Steve Barber, whom she divorced in about 1947 and to James Monford Lyle. She had one child by Steve Barber. That was me.
Mother lived most of her life in Chattanooga, Tn., where she met and married my step-father, Mont Lyle. They dated for 8 years before marrying in 1957. Mont and "Marty" enjoyed the outdoors, especially fishing. They never used live bait as they both thought that was 'cheating'. Mont made many of their artificial lures that he turned on a WWII era metal lathe in his shop, that was larger than their house. They lived, for several years, on a 65 acre working farm (worked mostly by the neighbors) in Powder Springs, Ga. Mont worked at Lockheed and Mother worked for the Air Force, also at Lockheed. They retired and returned to Chattanooga in the early 1970's to be near the many lakes and waterways of Tennessee. Sadly, my mother passed away at the young age of 56 and Mont followed her just four short years later, at the age of 67. They are both sadly missed by me, Jenny and Faythya, their three daughters. They never had children together.
My mother was so beloved by her friends. They often gathered at her house in Powder Springs to play Rook. She said she always wanted to play Bridge and encouraged me to take lessons, which I did. I now play Duplicate Bridge and am a Life Master.
My mom died of ovarian cancer at such a young age. She so wanted to die at home. But in those days, hospice didn't exist so she died at Crawford Long Hospital in Atlanta, miles away from her beloved home in Tennessee. Her last trip to Chattanooga was made in an ambulance after she passed away. My mother was terrified of cancer and often mentioned her fear to me. Thus, it was doubly horrific for me that she later contracted it and died of it. I urge all women who can find a way to do so, to consider having their ovaries removed before they are 50. I know that seems drastic, but so is dying of this incurable disease. My mother's niece, my 1st cousin, had ovarian cancer at the age of 40. She was lucky and survived it, but pancreatic cancer took her life just 12 short years later. And, I can state unequivocally that cancer does not run in my family. I have two living 1st cousins who are a testament to that. They are only 6 years younger than me (they are twins). I truly think that the wisest decision I ever made was to have this surgery myself when the first opportunity presented itself. I have never, ever regretted it. And, I'm still alive at the age of 73. I'm not sure I would have been, otherwise.
Mother is survived by one daughter, two grandchildren, Kirk and Shannon and two great-grand daughters. Still loved and missed by me, my children and everyone who ever knew her.
And thank you to all the thoughtful people who have left flowers for Mother. Your generosity has touched my heart.
Martha Katherine Threet was born and raised in Florence, Alabama and was married twice, once to Steve Barber, whom she divorced in about 1947 and to James Monford Lyle. She had one child by Steve Barber. That was me.
Mother lived most of her life in Chattanooga, Tn., where she met and married my step-father, Mont Lyle. They dated for 8 years before marrying in 1957. Mont and "Marty" enjoyed the outdoors, especially fishing. They never used live bait as they both thought that was 'cheating'. Mont made many of their artificial lures that he turned on a WWII era metal lathe in his shop, that was larger than their house. They lived, for several years, on a 65 acre working farm (worked mostly by the neighbors) in Powder Springs, Ga. Mont worked at Lockheed and Mother worked for the Air Force, also at Lockheed. They retired and returned to Chattanooga in the early 1970's to be near the many lakes and waterways of Tennessee. Sadly, my mother passed away at the young age of 56 and Mont followed her just four short years later, at the age of 67. They are both sadly missed by me, Jenny and Faythya, their three daughters. They never had children together.
My mother was so beloved by her friends. They often gathered at her house in Powder Springs to play Rook. She said she always wanted to play Bridge and encouraged me to take lessons, which I did. I now play Duplicate Bridge and am a Life Master.
My mom died of ovarian cancer at such a young age. She so wanted to die at home. But in those days, hospice didn't exist so she died at Crawford Long Hospital in Atlanta, miles away from her beloved home in Tennessee. Her last trip to Chattanooga was made in an ambulance after she passed away. My mother was terrified of cancer and often mentioned her fear to me. Thus, it was doubly horrific for me that she later contracted it and died of it. I urge all women who can find a way to do so, to consider having their ovaries removed before they are 50. I know that seems drastic, but so is dying of this incurable disease. My mother's niece, my 1st cousin, had ovarian cancer at the age of 40. She was lucky and survived it, but pancreatic cancer took her life just 12 short years later. And, I can state unequivocally that cancer does not run in my family. I have two living 1st cousins who are a testament to that. They are only 6 years younger than me (they are twins). I truly think that the wisest decision I ever made was to have this surgery myself when the first opportunity presented itself. I have never, ever regretted it. And, I'm still alive at the age of 73. I'm not sure I would have been, otherwise.
Mother is survived by one daughter, two grandchildren, Kirk and Shannon and two great-grand daughters. Still loved and missed by me, my children and everyone who ever knew her.
My heartfelt thanks to Zina Bee for sponsoring my mother's memorial. Such a kind and thoughtful gesture cannot ever be adequately repaid by a thank you.
And thank you to all the thoughtful people who have left flowers for Mother. Your generosity has touched my heart.
Martha Katherine Threet was born and raised in Florence, Alabama and was married twice, once to Steve Barber, whom she divorced in about 1947 and to James Monford Lyle. She had one child by Steve Barber. That was me.
Mother lived most of her life in Chattanooga, Tn., where she met and married my step-father, Mont Lyle. They dated for 8 years before marrying in 1957. Mont and "Marty" enjoyed the outdoors, especially fishing. They never used live bait as they both thought that was 'cheating'. Mont made many of their artificial lures that he turned on a WWII era metal lathe in his shop, that was larger than their house. They lived, for several years, on a 65 acre working farm (worked mostly by the neighbors) in Powder Springs, Ga. Mont worked at Lockheed and Mother worked for the Air Force, also at Lockheed. They retired and returned to Chattanooga in the early 1970's to be near the many lakes and waterways of Tennessee. Sadly, my mother passed away at the young age of 56 and Mont followed her just four short years later, at the age of 67. They are both sadly missed by me, Jenny and Faythya, their three daughters. They never had children together.
My mother was so beloved by her friends. They often gathered at her house in Powder Springs to play Rook. She said she always wanted to play Bridge and encouraged me to take lessons, which I did. I now play Duplicate Bridge and am a Life Master.
My mom died of ovarian cancer at such a young age. She so wanted to die at home. But in those days, hospice didn't exist so she died at Crawford Long Hospital in Atlanta, miles away from her beloved home in Tennessee. Her last trip to Chattanooga was made in an ambulance after she passed away. My mother was terrified of cancer and often mentioned her fear to me. Thus, it was doubly horrific for me that she later contracted it and died of it. I urge all women who can find a way to do so, to consider having their ovaries removed before they are 50. I know that seems drastic, but so is dying of this incurable disease. My mother's niece, my 1st cousin, had ovarian cancer at the age of 40. She was lucky and survived it, but pancreatic cancer took her life just 12 short years later. And, I can state unequivocally that cancer does not run in my family. I have two living 1st cousins who are a testament to that. They are only 6 years younger than me (they are twins). I truly think that the wisest decision I ever made was to have this surgery myself when the first opportunity presented itself. I have never, ever regretted it. And, I'm still alive at the age of 73. I'm not sure I would have been, otherwise.
Mother is survived by one daughter, two grandchildren, Kirk and Shannon and two great-grand daughters. Still loved and missed by me, my children and everyone who ever knew her.
And thank you to all the thoughtful people who have left flowers for Mother. Your generosity has touched my heart.
Martha Katherine Threet was born and raised in Florence, Alabama and was married twice, once to Steve Barber, whom she divorced in about 1947 and to James Monford Lyle. She had one child by Steve Barber. That was me.
Mother lived most of her life in Chattanooga, Tn., where she met and married my step-father, Mont Lyle. They dated for 8 years before marrying in 1957. Mont and "Marty" enjoyed the outdoors, especially fishing. They never used live bait as they both thought that was 'cheating'. Mont made many of their artificial lures that he turned on a WWII era metal lathe in his shop, that was larger than their house. They lived, for several years, on a 65 acre working farm (worked mostly by the neighbors) in Powder Springs, Ga. Mont worked at Lockheed and Mother worked for the Air Force, also at Lockheed. They retired and returned to Chattanooga in the early 1970's to be near the many lakes and waterways of Tennessee. Sadly, my mother passed away at the young age of 56 and Mont followed her just four short years later, at the age of 67. They are both sadly missed by me, Jenny and Faythya, their three daughters. They never had children together.
My mother was so beloved by her friends. They often gathered at her house in Powder Springs to play Rook. She said she always wanted to play Bridge and encouraged me to take lessons, which I did. I now play Duplicate Bridge and am a Life Master.
My mom died of ovarian cancer at such a young age. She so wanted to die at home. But in those days, hospice didn't exist so she died at Crawford Long Hospital in Atlanta, miles away from her beloved home in Tennessee. Her last trip to Chattanooga was made in an ambulance after she passed away. My mother was terrified of cancer and often mentioned her fear to me. Thus, it was doubly horrific for me that she later contracted it and died of it. I urge all women who can find a way to do so, to consider having their ovaries removed before they are 50. I know that seems drastic, but so is dying of this incurable disease. My mother's niece, my 1st cousin, had ovarian cancer at the age of 40. She was lucky and survived it, but pancreatic cancer took her life just 12 short years later. And, I can state unequivocally that cancer does not run in my family. I have two living 1st cousins who are a testament to that. They are only 6 years younger than me (they are twins). I truly think that the wisest decision I ever made was to have this surgery myself when the first opportunity presented itself. I have never, ever regretted it. And, I'm still alive at the age of 73. I'm not sure I would have been, otherwise.
Mother is survived by one daughter, two grandchildren, Kirk and Shannon and two great-grand daughters. Still loved and missed by me, my children and everyone who ever knew her.
