Birth date: Sep 17, 1927 Death date: Aug 1, 2015
On August 1, 2015 Rose B. Yarbor beloved daughter of the late Enock A and Mary O. Greene. Devoted Mother of Brenda S. Yarbor, Stephen G. Yarbor and his wife Debbie, Vickie R. Hobby and her Husband Pat, Deana D. Watson and her Husb Read Obituary
Rose Bell Yarbor Greene
Rose
Rosie Bell
Mom
Grandmom
Granny
Born to a poor tobacco farming family, she was raised with 11 siblings in Tennessee. She married the son of a neighboring farmer, they had six children there then moved them all to Baltimore, where they had their seventh child. The move north was in hopes of finding work to support the family. For many years, there was at least one trip south per year, until her mother went to heaven. There were many many letters back and forth between her and her mother and her siblings. I have read many of them myself. The love between them so very evident. It's that kind of love shown to me and to you that has me standing here today.
We have watched her love, help and provide support to each of her 7 children at some point. We have watched her at her lowest points, while burying two of her sons. We have watched her at her highest, which was probably every Christmas, in the middle of the floor, under the biggest tree they had on the lot, calling out each of our names more than just few times. We have watched her watch us at every, church play, school achievement, little league game, wedding, baby shower, birthday party and holiday. She loved to love her family and to watch them succeed.
While she couldn't wait to hear some good gossip and would be mad if you already knew something she wanted to tell you, she also was very happy to brag about her grandkids.
While in the last few years, her life became much simpler than ours, there was a time when she was as busy as we are.
You see, I remember a time when my Grandmom didn't rest. She was always moving. Cooking, cleaning, shopping, babysitting, playing, partying or just showing up. She was active. Most of us grandchildren can remember spending a lot of time running through her house. For some of us this was a daily adventure and for some it may have only been during Sunday breakfast. Those were the days. Homemade biscuits and gravy (no one's will ever be better), eggs and sausage and family. Boy, was it an easier time. We were tight. I can remember mud pies in the yard with some of you. I can remember Stevie using her glasses and pretending to read the paper like her or him and I trying to figure out why, when we put the glasses on, there was suddenly a hole in the floor. I can remember her chasing each of us with her dentures. I can remember her telling me to go get her purse from her bedroom, how heavy it was to carry down the stairs and the joy of watching my younger cousins have to do it. I can remember playing store behind the bar with Tammy. I remember Allen teaching me to box in the basement. I remember Aunt Margaret putting grandma's hair up, at the kitchen table bc they, with Tina were going out the next night. I remember hiding, when I heard Grandaddy come in bc Grandmom and Mom told me he would pull out my loose tooth with these little pliers he carried around. I remember squeezing onto a couch with my brothers, when things were a little rocky at our house. I remember living with her for a short time, bc her place was close to my school. As a matter of fact I remember a time when Margaret Ann, Joey, Allen, Tommy, Debby, Junior and a host of others lived with her bc they needed a place to stay. I remember spending every Thanksgiving Eve with my Grandmom learning the ropes of her "pinch of this and dab of that" recipes. I snipped the ends of many of green beans and stirred banana pudding for what seemed like all days. I would usually fall asleep but she knew I would and she couldn't wait to give me a hard time about it the next morning. She even gave me a hard time for not staying with her the first year I was married. I remember her insisting to my mother that there would be sauerkraut and hotdogs at my wedding because she knew it was my favorite dinner for her to make. I remember her helping me pay for the first Christmas gift I ever bought for John, because she really liked him too. I remember her laying on the floor picking Lauren up over her head for a giggle only to have Her split up and fill her e
