January 24, 1923 - October 24, 2017 Dorothy Maxine Weber, aka 'Mom,' was born to Jim and Mabel Ball in their little rented home on South 7th Street in Yakima, WA on Jan 24, 1923.

SUBMITTED PHOTO - Dorothy Maxine (Ball) WeberDorothy Maxine Weber, aka "Mom," was born to Jim and Mabel Ball in their little rented home on South 7th Street in Yakima, WA on Jan 24, 1923. She entered Heaven on October 24, 2017 at age 94.

Growing up in an intact and close family, Mom naturally developed a flare for home-making, holidays, cooking, interior decorating, picnics and family activities. Moving often to follow the farm harvests and the developing automobile industry of that day (where her father became a skilled mechanic--"nothing compares to a Chevy"), om found it difficult to change locations and friends so often. Her sister, Bev, thirteen months younger, became her best friend, and her family became her world. It was a happy predictor of what was to come for her own future family. For Mom, family was everything.

With the frequent family moves, early childhood was a bit of a blur for Mom. She was a bright student with a love for new vocabulary words, spelling, reading and learning. She developed a lifelong habit of reading into the wee hours. She could conquer the daily crossword in no time.

During the difficult years of the Great Depression, Mom and her sister were split up to live with extended family because jobs and income were in short supply. That was the most difficult season of Mom's life and made the family even more precious to her.

As a high school senior, Mom was elected by the boys to be the Queen of the Senior Ball. That same fall, on a blind date no less, she met the man with whom she would spend the rest of her life. In her own words, often repeated through the years: "I thank God every day for that 'chance' meeting. My heart fluttered as up that sidewalk to our front door walked the most handsome man I had ever seen!" Within a year, they were engaged, in October of 1941. Six weeks later on December 7, the attack on Pearl Harbor changed the entire world. The young couple had a decision to make - should they marry before he went to war? Or should they wait until the war's uncertainty was over? To their minds, the decision was obvious.

Dorothy Ball and Byron Weber were married on January 17, 1942. For the next 74 years (!) they would spend their lives together making a home and building a family. Dad enlisted in the Army Air Corps. She followed him where ever she could during his training at several air bases like Sioux Falls, SD and Yuma, AZ. When the war ended, the young couple returned to Cle Elum to re-establish their roots. Eventually they moved to Yakima where Dad became a fireman and where they completed their family of three children--Stuart, Alison and Eric. Mom was the best cook in the world and the whole family was always so grateful, for generations! Mom and her kitchen especially shaped the holidays!

Christmas was especially meaningful to her, and throughout the decades-- now a Grandma and Great- Grandma - her favorite part of the season was always the same - watching "the kids" and college age grandkids and eventually "the little ones," coming through the door with huge smiles, overjoyed greetings and big hugs. Every year she was heard to say through happy tears, "This is heaven! Such a taste of heaven on earth."

Not long after moving to Yakima, Mom and Dad made the most important decision of their lives. They both committed themselves wholeheartedly to Jesus Christ as their personal Savior and Lord! The whole family's trajectory took on a new and eternal purpose. Today multiple generations walk in their Christian footsteps -their kids and spouses, their grandkids and spouses and their great grandkids - 38 people, 100%, together in Christ. Byron and Dorothy, spent three quarters of century together focused on following Jesus, making a home and building family. Thanks for the heritage, folks. Well done.

Perhaps one of Mom's adult grandchildren sums it best: "My grandma went to heaven today. But her blood will remain in my veins, and the love she had for me will continue to give me strength... She graciously put up with my hyper-activity and constant noise, for decades. And forgave me every time I broke something. That all makes a boy feel loved. She was always cooking for us and her meals sustained life far more than just the physical. I long for her meals. She created an environment of togetherness. She simply loved me, and it marked my life. I'll miss you, Grandma. Thank you! See you soon."

Mom was right. "This is heaven!" Yes, see you soon, Mom.

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