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Blanche M Garrison
The main thrust in Blanche’s life was caring for others. She was blessed with five children that she raised single handedly. At the same time Blanche served as President of the Ladies Auxiliary to Woolwich Fire Company. When her children were on their own she worked as a home health aide. She was caring for others again.rnOn a senior Citizen bus trip to Canada Blanche met a gentleman, Moore Garrison and a love story began. They shared many wonderful times until his death in 1990. rnHer surviving children are: Louisa Ponder, William Barber Jr., Alice Carson, and Rose Brickner. Also surviving are 8 grandchildren: Karen Centenzo, Dawn Barber, Edward Barber, Jr., David Barber, Michelle Athanasiou, Andrew Brickner, Edward Carson, Jr., Elizabeth Carson and 16 great grandchildren. She was pre deceased by her first husband, William Barber, Sr. and a son Edward H. Barber, Sr.rnBlanche died on February 7 and her family celebrated her 89 caring years with a private family service. Donations to Woolwich Fire Co., 1519 Kings Hwy., Swedesboro, NJ 08085 in memory of Blanche will be appreciated. rn
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As her youngest daughter I was always told that I was delivered by the duck not the stork as most children were told. As my parents were driving to the hospital, a duck struck the windshield. The news was included in an article in the Swedesboro News in Feb 1951.
Mom Mom will be missed tremendously. She made us be accountable to ourselves (because she would call you out if she thought you did something stupid). She made us laugh beacuse she would say things you never expected. And most of all…she made us love. No matter what…she loved all of us and we all loved her. The thought of her will continue to make me smile and warm my heart. rnrnWe love you, Mom Mom. Give our love to Pop Pop, Uncle Eddie, your mom, dad, and sisters…we know that you are happy to be with them again.
You will surely be missed. My family was very sad to hear of your passing, and was sorry that we didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. I hope your family knows how sorry we were that we didn’t know of your passing. Love, Sissy
When we used to come to your house, you would be at the front door saying, “Here comes the National Park Indians.” And for years and years I swore we were Indian! Now you are in a good place with my mom and Aunt Rose. Love ya!