Vona Irene Pearson
March 30, 2008
Vona Pearson, 93, died Sunday, March 30, 2008 at Carlisle Center for Wellness & Rehabilitation. Graveside services will be held at 10 a.m. Friday, April 4, 2008 at Canfield Cemetery in Altoona.
Vona was born August 19, 1914 in Adelphi, Iowa to Walter and Orpha Snyder. She enjoyed making crafts, sewing and was a great cook.
Vona is survived by her daughter, Karen Waters of Australia; daughter-in-law, Paula Pearson; grandsons, Billy John Pearson of Nevada, Mike Pearson of California and Ronnie Pearson of Oklahoma; eight great grandchildren and many great-great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her husband, Carl; daughter, Janet Marie; and son William.
Memorial contributions may be made to the Alzheimer’s Association.
Linda Johnson-Middleton
04/03/2008
Dear Karen,
Im so sorry to hear of your Moms passing. Even though we know theyre aging and have illnesses losing a parent is painful. For me thoughts of your Mom bring back happy childhood memories. When you lived across the street and we were as close as sisters, I remember playing all sorts of games and your Mom making us lunch and cookies. How wonderful that our memories can take us back to such a carefree place in time.
Diane Stahl-Froning
04/03/2008
Karen I am so sorry to hear of your mom's passing. She was one of my favorite people along with your dad. I am sorry to say that I wasn't sure whether she was still alive or not.
I don't know how recent the picture of her was but she sure looked good, just like I remember her.
Thanks for letting me know. I called Kay and Jim to let them know also and sent the emails to Kay's sister who has a computer.
Take care. I wish you God's comfort and strength through this difficult time.
Diane
Jean A. Rheinfrank
04/02/2008
As Karen's dear friend and business partner since 1978, Vona has been a part of my life. When we moved our business to Australia, Vona would send me little Christmas presents to Sydney each year. One of which, a small coin purse, is used daily; for I keep it in the glove box of my car in New Zealand where I now live. Thus I carry Vona with me always. Every Christmas, Karen and I try to get together in Australia. We start the season by opening a box of "IOWA," which Vona sent us in the early 1980's. The lovely tin (still preserved due to Karen's careful management!!) contains snippets of pine cones, bark, Christmas smells...which linger to this day and no doubt will continue to do so for decades! We breathe deeply, like little kids look at each other and giggle, and then quickly put the lid back on the battered little tin box. Vona starts Christmas every year, and I keep her in my heart.
Mrs. Pearson, I said decades ago I would always keep an eye on your daughter, and that promise has never...and never will...be broken. My faith knows you are back home with Carl and others of the family. God bless and love, from Jean.
Karen Kay Pearson-Waters
04/02/2008
I am the daughter of Vona and Carl Pearson and I am not able to be at the graveside this Friday as I live in Australia.
I wish to thank my cousin Judy and my sister-in-law Paula Pearson for their loving and thoughtful funeral arrangments.
My Mother will be placed in the Canfield Cemetary next to my Dad and many, many other relatives - may she rest in peace and I know she will now that she is with Daddy.
I remember the last time I saw Mom in Iowa at the airport as I took off for Greece - she had a tear in her eye and she said "I know I won't see you again" - and she was right, unfortunately.
My Mom was special in so many ways - she always encouraged me as I grew up saying "Honey you can do and be anything you want".
She taught me to be a good cook and to be honest and accountable.
I remember Mom's sisters...Wilma and Reva and the loving times we all had together as well as all the other family members and friends in Iowa.
My Mother lived a long life - to age 93 - and leaves behind, for me, many wonderful memories, for I consider myself to be among the fortunate kids to have grown up with wonderful loving parents and family.
May Angels lift you up Mom with their gossamer wings to a place more beautiful than we can imagine!
Your Loving Daugther Karen