Mildred Irene Hoskins

IN LOVING MEMORY
Mildred Irene Hoskins
June 15, 1930 – June 12, 2016

Mildred Irene (Milli) Hoskins was blessed with life on June 15, 1930 to parents, Elwood and Cora Crittenden Brown. God called her home on Sunday, June 12, 2016. She was born and raised in Mystic, Iowa. She attended school and graduated from Centerville High School in Centerville, Iowa. She married Thomas Francis Hicks, Sr. in 1947 and of this union were five children.

Milli was a kind, generous, god fearing woman, with a big heart and even bigger smile. She was well loved by family and friends. She was a great person with wit and humor. She took great pride in her work and was a retired Legal Secretary. She enjoyed crocheting, knitting, sewing, puzzles, cooking, singing, Law and Order and she loved the color blue. Milli also loved trees and beautiful flowers. Her favorite tree was the Catalpa, which blooms large white flowers in late spring. This was how she knew her birthday was near. She loved reciting her favorite poem, “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer. Milli was the matriarch of the family and believed in tradition and family values.

She was preceded in death by her parents, Elwood and Cora Brown, siblings, William Edward Brown and William Richard Brown, and children Rita Francine Hicks, Beatrice Alexis Hicks and Thomas Francis Hicks, Jr. She leaves to cherish her precious memories, her sister Charlotte Watts (Kansas City, MO), her children, LeAnne Brown Harris and Lowell Bruce Hicks, Grandchildren Andre Brown, Carla Brown Marble, Thomas Francis (Trai) Hicks III, Todd Williams, Darrick Hicks, Tione Hicks, and Jontell Harris and Great Grandchildren Terrin Hicks, Royonah Marble, Roichelle Marble, Carlo Marble, Reid Hicks, Tahj Williams, Alexis Hicks, Asher Limonthas, and Lynley Hicks.

Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

- Joyce Kilmer

Acknowledgements:
The family wishes to express their sincere gratitude to all those who have supported us during this difficult time.

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