Cora May Aspinall was born
October 21, 1939, Cora was united in marriage to Harold W. Aspinall of Gordon. They lived southeast of Gordon where they farmed and ranched and raised their four children. She was born into a family of eleven children and cherished her childhood memories of her five sisters and five brothers and enjoyed being the seventh child.
Cora passed away
Cora and Harold lived on the same farm for twenty years, and then Cora moved twenty times during her life. In 1970 Cora and Harold moved to
Cora was a small woman with a big sparkling personality, joking and laughing to her last day. She wrote her autobiography and enjoyed sharing her story with others. Cora always had creative projects in progress and sewed, painted, and did handiwork-especially quilting. Her children and grandchildren treasure the quilts she made, along with dolls and doll clothes and many other items she designed.
Cora’s focus was her family and every house she occupied became a warm welcoming home with cookies in the cookie jar and coffee in the coffeepot. Her homes reflected her love of family and tradition, filled with photos, memorabilia and prized pieces of furniture she had collected over the years.
Cora was a 4-H leader for many years, a member of the Presbyterian Church, and later of the
Cora’s work ethic endured throughout the years on the farm: gardening, canning produce, raising chickens and turkeys to sale and sewing clothing for her girls. She was a foster parent for babies for Social Services, and managed the motel in
Cora is survived by her sisters Gertrude Hartman of
Cora was preceded in death by her beloved husband Harold Aspinall; her parents, Francis and Allie Simms; sisters Betty Lewis and Allie Aspinall; brothers Van Simms, Victor Simms, Francis “Frankie” Simms, Walter Vernon “Vern” Simms and John Paul “Jack” Simms; a niece Pam Simms and a nephew Paul Lewis.
Funeral services were held
A memorial has been established for the
Karen Pisacka Miller Tuesday, 26 November 2013 08:44 Comment Link
She bought her niece a pretty red mohair sweater when I was 17. "No special occasion," she said. She just wanted to do something nice for me.
When I was young I took the warmth and kindness of my mother's sister for granted. I know better now, but it too late to tell them how very much they meant to me. I cherish a hope that they knew, and especially my Aunt Cora.