Baton Rouge Advocate
August 3, 1988
BATEMAN, MAGGIE LEE FORTENBERRY
Died 4 a.m. Tuesday, Aug. 2, 1988, at Doctor's Hospital, Dallas, Texas. She was 67, a native of Mississippi and resident of Baton Rouge. Visiting at Rabenhorst Funeral Home East, 11000 Florida Blvd., 3 to 9:30 p.m. Wednesday and after 8 a.m. Thursday. Religious services at 10 a.m. Thursday at the funeral home, conducted by the Rev. Gerald R. Chancellor. Graveside services at Ellis Cemetery , Franklinton, at 2 p.m. Thursday. Survived by two daughters, Mrs. Delores Tousinau, Slidell, and Mrs. Frances Chancellor, Dallas, Texas; two sons, Gary Bateman, Walker, and Paul Bateman, Baton Rouge; three sisters, Mrs. Grace Brumfield, Tylertown, Miss., Mrs. Elma Brumfield, Franklinton, and Mrs. Bertie Avant, Baton Rouge; a brother, Frank Fortenberry, Baker; 14 grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren. Preceded in death by husband, Myford L. Bateman. She was a member of Brookstown Baptist Church.
Sister Georgia Alice Martin d 2006, Arizona
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UPDATE: December 13, 2021
Memories of My Mother- Grandma to all her grandkids.
I share stories with all 3 kiddos because I want them to know about their heritage.
Lately I have been recalling so many precious memories of my mother.
My parents eloped when my mother was 17.
Three of her 4 children were born at home. I am the only one born in a hospital. The bill for a seven day stay when I was born was 58.00.
My mother did not drive until after my daddy died in 1985. She bought a car and took a driving class. Even though she did not drive and my dad worked shift work we did not miss out on the important things.
She loved Christmas and wrapping gifts which was done to perfection.
The lights on the Christmas tree had to be perfect. She would go outside and look through the window and then go in and rearrange them.
Strands of tinsel were put on one at a time. One year we cut our tree in the woods. The branches were so tight that she hung forks and spoons on them until they dropped enough to decorate.
She made the best fried chicken, roast and rice and gravy. If she had more of one or the other she would say she had a " long gravy and short rice" or a "long rice and short gravy".
She did not want anyone fooling with her rice while it was cooking. I made the mistake of stirring it one time. Never did it again.
My mother could cut out chain paper dolls without a pattern. Her needle work was perfect on the front and back sides. When I started crossstitching I learned really quick to put a cover on the back before showing her the finished project. The first thing she would do was look at the back.
Her quilting skills were the same.
When we were young she would read to us until she barely had a voice.
She taught us to doodle bug, and catch dragon flies. She would tie a string on the tails of the dragon flies for us to fly like a kite. Mother and daddy both joined in our ballgames and other games in the back yard.
When we would go to the woods, my daddy and brothers would hunt and my mother sister and I would look for Little Brown Jugs and Jack in the Pulpits. Afterwards we would all take turns shooting the guns. Daddy had a double barrel shotgun that had been his dads. It kicked like crazy.
When she made cornbread dressing we would line up with a cup to get a taste of the raw dressing before she cooked it.
Homemade hot chocolate after a football game, standing over the floor furnace while the house warmed up.
Mother loved to fish and would always seem to be the one to see a snake.
Cheese, Vienna Sauage, Potted Meat and Crackers were our picnic favorites when fishing.
She loved all her grandchildren. Each one holding a special place in her heart.
At Christmas she would spend a great deal of time choosing gifts for them.
Checking to see how the eyes opened and closed on each doll that she got for the girls.
The Christmas before she passed away she wanted to spend with her sister because her sister had been sick. Little did we know it would be my mother's last Christmas. My Aunt Grace could make the best biscuits and ice tea.
Mother taught first grade Sunday School for many years.
These are just a very few of the memories of my mother that I cherish.
The most important memory is that she loved us with all her heart, and made sure we knew that God loved us.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that that I will see her again when Jesus takes me home.
Delores
August 3, 1988
BATEMAN, MAGGIE LEE FORTENBERRY
Died 4 a.m. Tuesday, Aug. 2, 1988, at Doctor's Hospital, Dallas, Texas. She was 67, a native of Mississippi and resident of Baton Rouge. Visiting at Rabenhorst Funeral Home East, 11000 Florida Blvd., 3 to 9:30 p.m. Wednesday and after 8 a.m. Thursday. Religious services at 10 a.m. Thursday at the funeral home, conducted by the Rev. Gerald R. Chancellor. Graveside services at Ellis Cemetery , Franklinton, at 2 p.m. Thursday. Survived by two daughters, Mrs. Delores Tousinau, Slidell, and Mrs. Frances Chancellor, Dallas, Texas; two sons, Gary Bateman, Walker, and Paul Bateman, Baton Rouge; three sisters, Mrs. Grace Brumfield, Tylertown, Miss., Mrs. Elma Brumfield, Franklinton, and Mrs. Bertie Avant, Baton Rouge; a brother, Frank Fortenberry, Baker; 14 grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren. Preceded in death by husband, Myford L. Bateman. She was a member of Brookstown Baptist Church.
Sister Georgia Alice Martin d 2006, Arizona
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
UPDATE: December 13, 2021
Memories of My Mother- Grandma to all her grandkids.
I share stories with all 3 kiddos because I want them to know about their heritage.
Lately I have been recalling so many precious memories of my mother.
My parents eloped when my mother was 17.
Three of her 4 children were born at home. I am the only one born in a hospital. The bill for a seven day stay when I was born was 58.00.
My mother did not drive until after my daddy died in 1985. She bought a car and took a driving class. Even though she did not drive and my dad worked shift work we did not miss out on the important things.
She loved Christmas and wrapping gifts which was done to perfection.
The lights on the Christmas tree had to be perfect. She would go outside and look through the window and then go in and rearrange them.
Strands of tinsel were put on one at a time. One year we cut our tree in the woods. The branches were so tight that she hung forks and spoons on them until they dropped enough to decorate.
She made the best fried chicken, roast and rice and gravy. If she had more of one or the other she would say she had a " long gravy and short rice" or a "long rice and short gravy".
She did not want anyone fooling with her rice while it was cooking. I made the mistake of stirring it one time. Never did it again.
My mother could cut out chain paper dolls without a pattern. Her needle work was perfect on the front and back sides. When I started crossstitching I learned really quick to put a cover on the back before showing her the finished project. The first thing she would do was look at the back.
Her quilting skills were the same.
When we were young she would read to us until she barely had a voice.
She taught us to doodle bug, and catch dragon flies. She would tie a string on the tails of the dragon flies for us to fly like a kite. Mother and daddy both joined in our ballgames and other games in the back yard.
When we would go to the woods, my daddy and brothers would hunt and my mother sister and I would look for Little Brown Jugs and Jack in the Pulpits. Afterwards we would all take turns shooting the guns. Daddy had a double barrel shotgun that had been his dads. It kicked like crazy.
When she made cornbread dressing we would line up with a cup to get a taste of the raw dressing before she cooked it.
Homemade hot chocolate after a football game, standing over the floor furnace while the house warmed up.
Mother loved to fish and would always seem to be the one to see a snake.
Cheese, Vienna Sauage, Potted Meat and Crackers were our picnic favorites when fishing.
She loved all her grandchildren. Each one holding a special place in her heart.
At Christmas she would spend a great deal of time choosing gifts for them.
Checking to see how the eyes opened and closed on each doll that she got for the girls.
The Christmas before she passed away she wanted to spend with her sister because her sister had been sick. Little did we know it would be my mother's last Christmas. My Aunt Grace could make the best biscuits and ice tea.
Mother taught first grade Sunday School for many years.
These are just a very few of the memories of my mother that I cherish.
The most important memory is that she loved us with all her heart, and made sure we knew that God loved us.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that that I will see her again when Jesus takes me home.
Delores
Baton Rouge Advocate
August 3, 1988
BATEMAN, MAGGIE LEE FORTENBERRY
Died 4 a.m. Tuesday, Aug. 2, 1988, at Doctor's Hospital, Dallas, Texas. She was 67, a native of Mississippi and resident of Baton Rouge. Visiting at Rabenhorst Funeral Home East, 11000 Florida Blvd., 3 to 9:30 p.m. Wednesday and after 8 a.m. Thursday. Religious services at 10 a.m. Thursday at the funeral home, conducted by the Rev. Gerald R. Chancellor. Graveside services at Ellis Cemetery , Franklinton, at 2 p.m. Thursday. Survived by two daughters, Mrs. Delores Tousinau, Slidell, and Mrs. Frances Chancellor, Dallas, Texas; two sons, Gary Bateman, Walker, and Paul Bateman, Baton Rouge; three sisters, Mrs. Grace Brumfield, Tylertown, Miss., Mrs. Elma Brumfield, Franklinton, and Mrs. Bertie Avant, Baton Rouge; a brother, Frank Fortenberry, Baker; 14 grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren. Preceded in death by husband, Myford L. Bateman. She was a member of Brookstown Baptist Church.
Sister Georgia Alice Martin d 2006, Arizona
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
UPDATE: December 13, 2021
Memories of My Mother- Grandma to all her grandkids.
I share stories with all 3 kiddos because I want them to know about their heritage.
Lately I have been recalling so many precious memories of my mother.
My parents eloped when my mother was 17.
Three of her 4 children were born at home. I am the only one born in a hospital. The bill for a seven day stay when I was born was 58.00.
My mother did not drive until after my daddy died in 1985. She bought a car and took a driving class. Even though she did not drive and my dad worked shift work we did not miss out on the important things.
She loved Christmas and wrapping gifts which was done to perfection.
The lights on the Christmas tree had to be perfect. She would go outside and look through the window and then go in and rearrange them.
Strands of tinsel were put on one at a time. One year we cut our tree in the woods. The branches were so tight that she hung forks and spoons on them until they dropped enough to decorate.
She made the best fried chicken, roast and rice and gravy. If she had more of one or the other she would say she had a " long gravy and short rice" or a "long rice and short gravy".
She did not want anyone fooling with her rice while it was cooking. I made the mistake of stirring it one time. Never did it again.
My mother could cut out chain paper dolls without a pattern. Her needle work was perfect on the front and back sides. When I started crossstitching I learned really quick to put a cover on the back before showing her the finished project. The first thing she would do was look at the back.
Her quilting skills were the same.
When we were young she would read to us until she barely had a voice.
She taught us to doodle bug, and catch dragon flies. She would tie a string on the tails of the dragon flies for us to fly like a kite. Mother and daddy both joined in our ballgames and other games in the back yard.
When we would go to the woods, my daddy and brothers would hunt and my mother sister and I would look for Little Brown Jugs and Jack in the Pulpits. Afterwards we would all take turns shooting the guns. Daddy had a double barrel shotgun that had been his dads. It kicked like crazy.
When she made cornbread dressing we would line up with a cup to get a taste of the raw dressing before she cooked it.
Homemade hot chocolate after a football game, standing over the floor furnace while the house warmed up.
Mother loved to fish and would always seem to be the one to see a snake.
Cheese, Vienna Sauage, Potted Meat and Crackers were our picnic favorites when fishing.
She loved all her grandchildren. Each one holding a special place in her heart.
At Christmas she would spend a great deal of time choosing gifts for them.
Checking to see how the eyes opened and closed on each doll that she got for the girls.
The Christmas before she passed away she wanted to spend with her sister because her sister had been sick. Little did we know it would be my mother's last Christmas. My Aunt Grace could make the best biscuits and ice tea.
Mother taught first grade Sunday School for many years.
These are just a very few of the memories of my mother that I cherish.
The most important memory is that she loved us with all her heart, and made sure we knew that God loved us.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that that I will see her again when Jesus takes me home.
Delores
August 3, 1988
BATEMAN, MAGGIE LEE FORTENBERRY
Died 4 a.m. Tuesday, Aug. 2, 1988, at Doctor's Hospital, Dallas, Texas. She was 67, a native of Mississippi and resident of Baton Rouge. Visiting at Rabenhorst Funeral Home East, 11000 Florida Blvd., 3 to 9:30 p.m. Wednesday and after 8 a.m. Thursday. Religious services at 10 a.m. Thursday at the funeral home, conducted by the Rev. Gerald R. Chancellor. Graveside services at Ellis Cemetery , Franklinton, at 2 p.m. Thursday. Survived by two daughters, Mrs. Delores Tousinau, Slidell, and Mrs. Frances Chancellor, Dallas, Texas; two sons, Gary Bateman, Walker, and Paul Bateman, Baton Rouge; three sisters, Mrs. Grace Brumfield, Tylertown, Miss., Mrs. Elma Brumfield, Franklinton, and Mrs. Bertie Avant, Baton Rouge; a brother, Frank Fortenberry, Baker; 14 grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren. Preceded in death by husband, Myford L. Bateman. She was a member of Brookstown Baptist Church.
Sister Georgia Alice Martin d 2006, Arizona
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
UPDATE: December 13, 2021
Memories of My Mother- Grandma to all her grandkids.
I share stories with all 3 kiddos because I want them to know about their heritage.
Lately I have been recalling so many precious memories of my mother.
My parents eloped when my mother was 17.
Three of her 4 children were born at home. I am the only one born in a hospital. The bill for a seven day stay when I was born was 58.00.
My mother did not drive until after my daddy died in 1985. She bought a car and took a driving class. Even though she did not drive and my dad worked shift work we did not miss out on the important things.
She loved Christmas and wrapping gifts which was done to perfection.
The lights on the Christmas tree had to be perfect. She would go outside and look through the window and then go in and rearrange them.
Strands of tinsel were put on one at a time. One year we cut our tree in the woods. The branches were so tight that she hung forks and spoons on them until they dropped enough to decorate.
She made the best fried chicken, roast and rice and gravy. If she had more of one or the other she would say she had a " long gravy and short rice" or a "long rice and short gravy".
She did not want anyone fooling with her rice while it was cooking. I made the mistake of stirring it one time. Never did it again.
My mother could cut out chain paper dolls without a pattern. Her needle work was perfect on the front and back sides. When I started crossstitching I learned really quick to put a cover on the back before showing her the finished project. The first thing she would do was look at the back.
Her quilting skills were the same.
When we were young she would read to us until she barely had a voice.
She taught us to doodle bug, and catch dragon flies. She would tie a string on the tails of the dragon flies for us to fly like a kite. Mother and daddy both joined in our ballgames and other games in the back yard.
When we would go to the woods, my daddy and brothers would hunt and my mother sister and I would look for Little Brown Jugs and Jack in the Pulpits. Afterwards we would all take turns shooting the guns. Daddy had a double barrel shotgun that had been his dads. It kicked like crazy.
When she made cornbread dressing we would line up with a cup to get a taste of the raw dressing before she cooked it.
Homemade hot chocolate after a football game, standing over the floor furnace while the house warmed up.
Mother loved to fish and would always seem to be the one to see a snake.
Cheese, Vienna Sauage, Potted Meat and Crackers were our picnic favorites when fishing.
She loved all her grandchildren. Each one holding a special place in her heart.
At Christmas she would spend a great deal of time choosing gifts for them.
Checking to see how the eyes opened and closed on each doll that she got for the girls.
The Christmas before she passed away she wanted to spend with her sister because her sister had been sick. Little did we know it would be my mother's last Christmas. My Aunt Grace could make the best biscuits and ice tea.
Mother taught first grade Sunday School for many years.
These are just a very few of the memories of my mother that I cherish.
The most important memory is that she loved us with all her heart, and made sure we knew that God loved us.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that that I will see her again when Jesus takes me home.
Delores
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