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Sadie V. Roylance

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Sadie V. Roylance

Birth
Bristol County, Massachusetts, USA
Death
6 Nov 1993 (aged 94)
Greene County, Missouri, USA
Burial
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend Add to Map
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Thats my "Little Grandma" Sadie Roylance (her height
about 5'2...short for our family), a lady full of spunk and cuteness! My grandpa looked so much like his mom, and I always thought how neat that was. Sadie lived a long and happy life, and outlived almost all of her children.

Sadie's husband, John, was born in Lancashire, England in 1893, and he died in 1959. John is interred in Florida.
At that time, Sadie remained a widow for the rest of her life.

She passed away from natural causes.

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Grandmothers Are Mothers Who Are Grand

Grandmothers are mothers who are grand,
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
Are those that do not change much over time.
No love of childhood is more sublime,
Demanding little, giving on demand,
More inclined than most to grant the wings
On which we fly off to enchanted lands.
Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers,
Helping out with young and restless hearts,
Each has all the patience wisdom brings,
Remembering our passions more than others,
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts.

Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon



Thats my "Little Grandma" Sadie Roylance (her height
about 5'2...short for our family), a lady full of spunk and cuteness! My grandpa looked so much like his mom, and I always thought how neat that was. Sadie lived a long and happy life, and outlived almost all of her children.

Sadie's husband, John, was born in Lancashire, England in 1893, and he died in 1959. John is interred in Florida.
At that time, Sadie remained a widow for the rest of her life.

She passed away from natural causes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grandmothers Are Mothers Who Are Grand

Grandmothers are mothers who are grand,
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
Are those that do not change much over time.
No love of childhood is more sublime,
Demanding little, giving on demand,
More inclined than most to grant the wings
On which we fly off to enchanted lands.
Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers,
Helping out with young and restless hearts,
Each has all the patience wisdom brings,
Remembering our passions more than others,
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts.

Copyright by
Nicholas Gordon


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