Happy heavenly birthday, Sylvia. You had a smile that lite up the room.

Sylvia is a first cousin  of my mine.  When she was a baby, her mother wouldn’t let her cry , because of her heart condition .       Sylvia was such a sweet person.  I will miss her seeing her,  when we came to have lunch with her sisters.  God bless her family.  Carolyn  Bevis 

I have so many memories of my dear sister Sylvia. Some of my earliest ones were how as her younger sister, she supported me and encouraged me in so many different ways. “You can do it, Judy!” she would say to me.

I remember she was my junior high Sunday School teacher (junior high! God bless her!). Also for a time, my youth leader and more than once she stuck up for me at a time when I was receiving some most likely well-deserved punishment, that she didn’t think I really deserved and she let the punisher know this! She did this for our sister Gayle, too.

I heard this story from our mother about Sylvia: As a young child, one time at a rodeo, Sylvia felt extremely sorry for the little calves that were being roped and abruptly thrown to the ground. She stood up, with her fist in the air and threateningly yelled that she was going to rub a “certain substance” the animals left all over the ground in those mean cowboys faces if they didn’t stop hurting those little calves right now!

Sylvia truly loved her nieces and nephews. When our family came to visit, there were car trips with the cousins, The Beach Boys blasting on the stereo and the kids dancing in the back, all with seat belts buckled of course! We were on the way to Folsom for tea, complete with fancy hats and China tea cups, followed by a trip to the candy store, if they were good, then always a visit to the amazing doll shop in old town Folsom. She even made and sent each child a scrapbook of their adventures together they will treasure forever.

There were annual Easter Egg hunts by the pond in front of her house. By the way, the pond also had sharks in it. The kids all believed this because she said so as it kept them from getting too close to the water!

Even my grandkids received a box in the mail filled with a big gift bag for each stuffed with lots of holiday toys and goodies! They so looked forward to this each and every holiday.

Everyone affectionately called her “Aunt Baa.” This was because she had a very extensive lamb collection she kept in her home office on shelves and later in a cabinet in her sitting room. We were always on the lookout for lambs to add to that collection. The nieces and nephews were fascinated by her many lambs, and would spend much time pouring over each one. She just loved that they enjoyed her lambs collection.

I could go on and on because Aunt Baa made life so special for so many! Always kind with intense love for her family, she was loved by many who will always miss her terribly. We are very grateful for the many wonderful memories she provided to us all through the years! 

Sylvia was my cousin and I have wonderful memories of our happy days growing up together. We attended the same church and we attended most of the same schools through high school. She was a great friend and very supportive throughout the years.

A number of years back, my husband was teaching at Bethany College. I was talking with a student and she remarked about how much I reminded her of her pastor's wife. I didn't think anything of it and then she repeated it again. She said, "You have the same mannerisms, you talk like her and you even look like my pastor's wife." I asked, "What's the name of your pastor's wife?" She said, "Sylvia Easterly." "Oh, of course," I said, "She's my cousin and we grew up together!" What a wonderful compliment to me that I reminded her of Sylvia.

We are so very sorry for your loss of Sweet Silvia.  Our memories of Silvia are a picture of beauty and grace that are befitting of a truly Godly woman. We have been blessed that God chose to have our paths cross in this life.  Our prayers are with you and your family. 

Some of my most lasting memories with my Aunt Baa were our special trips to Folsom. These special days out would involve myself, my sisters Allie and Lindsey, and sometimes cousins as well. On the way there, we’d have to hold our breath while crossing the bridge because, “you never know, there might be sharks down there.” Ever the storyteller, Sylvia would tell us that the footprints painted on the sidewalk were from an escaped convict from Folsom Prison! She spoke the words with a laugh in her voice, telling us not to worry, we were just having fun. If it was a girls’ day out, we’d walk down Sutter street to the tea shop where we donned fancy hats and practiced keeping our pinkies up while enjoying a full tea service. Aunt Baa would ask us to give her a full update about school, church, and everything going on in our lives. At the end, we’d walk over to Snook’s candy shop and each get a little money to spend. We’d take our sweet time pouring over the selection and leave with saltwater taffy, chocolates, or the like. I’ll never forget those very special days! 

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