Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Betty Lou Beckwith Bland

Betty Lou Beckwith Bland, 80, passed away Friday, February 10, 2006.

A native of Raleigh, she retired to Lake Gaston before moving to Franklin County. She was born December 31, 1925 to the late Vernon Beckwith of Raleigh and Cornealia Rich of Graham, NC.

Mrs. Bland and her brother, Bill Beckwith skated competitively in her younger years.
She and her husband owned and operated the State Soda Shop in Raleigh for 17 years. In retirement, she enjoyed painting, raising flowers, swimming, fishing and had a true love for the ocean.

Rev. Richard Myers conducted funeral services at 2:00 p.m. Sunday at Oak Level Christian Church with burial in the church cemetery.

The family received friends after the ceremony in the Oak Level Christian Church Fellowship Hall.

Surviving are her husband of 55 years, Edward Francis Bland, Sr; daughters, Susan Maher of New Bern and Jane Andersen of Raleigh; sons, Ed Bland, Jr. and wife, Lysa of Raleigh, Bill Bland and wife, Tina of Youngsville and Dan Bland and wife, April of Wilson; her grandchildren, Sam Andersen, Carrie and Catherine Maher, Ashley Davis and husband, Logan, Winston Bland, Laura and Anna Bland; brothers, Donald Ernest Beckwith of Charlotte and Keith Nicholson of Raleigh; and sister, Elizabeth Harrell Thach (deceased) of Hertford.

Flowers are acceptable or contributions may be made to the Oak Level Christian Church, P.O. Box 216, Youngsville, NC 27596.

Arrangements were handled by Blaylock Funeral Home in Warrenton.

A soft goodbye (for my beloved Aunt Betty Lou)

When the light begins to fade,
And shadows fall across the sea,
One bright star in the evening sky,
Your love’s light leads me on my way.

There’s a dream that will not sleep,
A burning hope that will not die,
So I must go now with the wind,
And leave you waiting on the tide.

Time to fly, time to touch the sky.
One voice alone - a haunting cry.
One song, one star burning bright,
Let it carry me through darkest night.

Rain comes over the grey hills,
And on the air, a soft goodbye.
Hear the song that I sing to you,
When the time has come to fly.

When I leave and take the wing,
And find the land that fate will bring,
The brightest star in the evening sky,
Is your love waiting far for me.

- Celtic Woman