Vivian G. Hibshman

Vivian Geraldine Hibshman, 95, of Easley South Carolina, formally of Jackson Ohio
fell asleep in the Lord on Jan 30, 2020. She was born Nov. 29, 1925 in Wayne County, West Virginia the daughter of Andrew and Mary Staford Foster. She was the youngest and the last to survive all of 9 brothers and sisters

She was employed by Kerr Glass Co in Huntington West Virginia for about 45 years retiring in 1982 when the plant closed. She was an avid seamstress and quilter.
She made many quilts for family and friends.

Vivian was preceded in death by her parents, all of her brothers and sisters, her husbands , Ralph Ball, Charles Messer, and Carl Hibshman, daughter Katherine Blake, and grandsons Shawn and David, and granddaughter Dawn.

She is survived by 2 children. Lynda McCowan of Easley South Carolina, and Ralph Denver Ball of Cleveland, Ohio, 2 grandsons. Danny Blake, and Marty Briar, 3 greatgrand sons. Shawn Blake, Blade Briar and Layne Briar, and many nieces and nephews.

Her first love was her faith. She was a Jehovahs Witness. She was baptized
March 3, 1975. She was a faithful member of the Jackson , Ohio congregation.

She was a loving daughter, wife, mother, grandmother and great mother, sister and aunt and will be sadly missed.

Our Home

There is an old house
built low on the ground
When the wind blows it makes a
mighty lonesome sound

The paint is peeling
and the tin roof leaks
Some windows are out
and the rough floor squeaks

Curtains at the windows
are ragged and torn
and the spreads on the beds
are faded and worn

A lot of ole used cars
parked around the back door
and the yard is not grassy and green
like it was before

The house is falling down
and even the ole barn
These young people
just don’t care about the farm

Fences wont hold
they’re nearly all down
weeds and trash covers the ground

When I think of the times
we were happy and gay
it breaks our hearts
to see it today

The ole home place looks
to us so sad and alone
There used to be love and laughter
We were so young
that was our home

Lonesome wind---whispering wind
dry my eyes---let me see
Lonesome wind---whispering wind
Let the sweet memories
blow back to me

Our yesterdays we leave
within your keeping
And bid the ole home farewell
With eyes so sad for weeping

Sisters-Bonnie Foster Sexten
and Vivian Hibshman
April 11 th_2006
Last Time I ever saw the ole homeplace
and I’ll never go back again.

Remember me when flowers bloom
Early in the spring
Remember me on sunny days
In the fun that summer brings

Remember me in the fall
As you walk through the leaves of gold
And in the wintertime - remember me
In the stories that are told

But most of all remember
Each day - right from the start
I will be forever near
For I live within your heart