Wanda Matson Beck
Wanda Matson Beck
In loving memory of Wanda Matson Beck who left us one year ago.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
Poem by Ann Taylor
c. 1804
Sadly missed by Kathy, Tom, Jean, George, Lori and Beck, Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren
