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She was my grandmother.I loved her very much and will miss her. Gram tell Bobie I said "HI". Will see you someday soon.##imported-begin##Nicole Lyons##imported-end##
Birth date: Feb 18, 1920 Death date: Sep 17, 2009
Bertha M. Brooks, age 89, of Mt. Dora, passed away on September 17, 2009. She was born in Carmel, Maine and moved to the Lake Co. area in 1974 from Bangor, Maine. She was a member of the First Assembly of God, Eustis, FL.She is su Read Obituary
She was my grandmother.I loved her very much and will miss her. Gram tell Bobie I said "HI". Will see you someday soon.##imported-begin##Nicole Lyons##imported-end##
Dear Ellie and Lorraine,My heart goes out to you and your families. Aunt Bertha was a strong and vibrant person who love the Lord and her family. She loved her brothers and sisters, as well, and was able to help us all out at one time or another.Keep the faith and be strong. She has left you a legacy of strong mind, body and spirit and a love for our God.Love to all,Kathy##imported-begin##Kathy Roberts##imported-end##
September 19, 2009 Dear Ellie, Lorraine and Lexie, and family: I shall miss the annual trek to see Aunt Bertha around her birthday each year. We had great times of singing, talking about the things of the Lord and praying together. These times would also allow me to see you cousins, Lorraine and Ellie. It was nice to see you, Lorraine and we had some great meals at your house. You and I got to hang out at the flea market or downtown Mount Dora. Ellie, I enjoyed seeing you and talking about the grandkids and seeing pictures of your kids on the fire place at your mom’s house. Aunt Bertha sure enjoyed her tea and it was always possible to count on her having a cup in her hand or warm water in her auto shut off container on the counter. Not to long later, she would make herself a piece of toast and would ask if anyone else wanted some. I would say that it was about 4 years ago that she cooked an entire turkey prior to our arrival and needless to say, we feasted on this huge bird for several great meals. She also seemed to enjoy the tomatoes from the Zellwood flea market and having a good tomato sandwich and of course her tea. I shall always remember the significant love that Aunt Bertha had for Lexie. I will remember the times that she would talk about riding bikes with her or jumping on the trampoline and at that time she must have been in her late 70’s. Lexie, you were one of the people that she most loved, for sure. We had many fun times as we talked about things of yesteryear and about your dad, Uncle Bobie, and how you mom and dad loved to roller skate. History, as per dad, is that your mom and dad were very good skaters and enjoyed skating a whole lot. The last couple of years, we would take Aunt Bertha to church and it was nice to see the significant amount of hugs and love that she would get from the church people who obviously loved her and were glad to see her. Although we will miss her for sure, it is but a short time and we will anticipate that great day when those who have accepted Christ as their personal Savior will meet, never to part again and will worship our Lord for eternity. I am reminded of songs that mom, dad and I sang with Aunt Bertha from yesteryear like, “Won’t We Have a Time When We Get Over Yonderâ€, “ There is Power, Power, Wonder Working Power in the Blood of the Lamb. †Sometimes we would sing for a good 30 to 45 minutes and just as soon as one song stopped one of us would have another song. We would all be pleased when we sang:I’m gonna walk all around that city where the loved ones have gone on before, I’m gonna sit on the banks of that river where we’ll meet to part no more. We also sang a round with the simple words, “Thank you Lord for another day.†Dad would sing, mother, and I, and then Aunt Bertha and then all of us. Sometimes we would get so blessed that we would sing it a few times. The day is coming when we will be together again, until then, we need to remember to have a cup of tea, share a piece of toast, sing a song and remember to get the dishes and counters cleaned off and sweep the floor and throw some food out to the birds ! That is what Aunt Bertha did!!!##imported-begin##Barbara E. Potter##imported-end##
A LETTER TO MY DEAR SISTER BERTHAHow very much we all miss you, Bertha, but we know you are in heaven now with Bobie and other loved ones. When I was in the navy during World War II, Bertha, you were the one who wrote me most often. I could count on you to cheer me up. Just today I reread one of your letters that I received in May 1944. In a more recent note written on a Christmas card in December 2000, you wrote these words: “George and Elaine, we had such a nice time at your home, I think you folks should come down here. Myrtle is alone, and we could all get together. It would be great. George, I have plenty of Red Rose tea. You better think it over, and it’s a good way to celebrate your birthday.â€Yes, Bertha, what happy times we have shared with you. We especially remember the visits when Barbara brought us down to your home to celebrate your birthday for each of the last several years. We enjoyed visiting Pastor Boone’s church with you, and meeting many of your friends there. It was also a blessing to visit in your home where we talked about old times, sang hymns, and prayed. We know, Bertha, that you are still singing……………… even now. I can almost hear your voice singing to the Lord: “He’s All I Need†and “Amazing Grace.†One day we will sing those songs again as we rejoice together. For we believe that Jesus promised that He prepared a place for us in heaven. I have just one question, Bertha: “Do they have Red Rose Tea up there?†Love, Your Brother George##imported-begin##George H. Potter##imported-end##
Eleanor,Lorraine and families, Just want to let you know that we are thinking of you in this time of sorrow. The sadness of the passing of your Mother is felt by many. May the thought of knowing that family and friends share in your sadness be of comfort to you and yours. With deep sympathy and much love, Aunt Ethel, Edith and Jean and families##imported-begin##Edith M Curry##imported-end##