Rosemary Parish

Rosemary Parish was born Rosemary Gresham in Dallas, Texas. on March 4, 1920. Her parents were John Russell Gresham and Bessie Anglin-Gresham. She went to be with the Lord on January 14, 2018, the birthday of her first-born son L. V.(Del) Lemons, Jr. Visitation will be held at Groesbeck Funeral Home on Thursday, January 18, 2018 from 6:00 – 8:00 P.M. Graveside services will be held at 11:00 A.M. on Friday, January 19, 2018 at Faulkenberry Cemetery, with Dr. Troy Brooks officiating. Rosemary was preceded in death by her first husband L. V. Lemons, Sr., her son L. V. (Del) Lemons, Jr., and husband Elvin Maurice Parish. Rosemary is survived by two sons, John Russell Lemons of Paris, Kentucky and James Harvey Lemons of Houston, Texas, two granddaughters Lori Lemons-Campbell of Magnolia and Jacquelyn Lemons-Shillingburg, of Tomball, Texas, three Grandsons Sean Lemons of Houston, Texas, Clayton Lemons of Dana Point, California, and Cody Warren-Lemons of LaVerne, California, three great grandsons, John VanDerbeek of Conroe, Texas, Trey Shillingburg of Tomball, Texas, Derek James Wilburn-Lemons of Wheeling, West Virginia. Two great granddaughters Veronica Weaver of Magnolia, Texas and Breiana Alyssa Wilburn-Lemons of Morgantown, West Virginia, two great great granddaughters Lillian Rose Weaver and Julia VanDerbeek of Conroe, Texas, One great great grandson Matthew VanDerbeek of Conroe, Texas. Being a mother of three sons, Rosemary, spent her younger years as a homemaker. After her children were grown she worked at Foley’s in Houston and as a Ward Clerk at Memorial Baptist Hospital in Houston and at Groesbeck Hospital. She decided that she would do something a little more challenging, so she bought herself a small lot with a little house on it and started a resale shop and named it the “Ramblin’ Rose.” She made all the garage sales, learned computer and learned how to put any special items that she bought on eBay. She did quite well with it and loved doing it. Rosemary loved people and they returned her love. She was very well liked by the nurses and aids at Windsor Nursing Home, where she had lived this last year. She was a Whiz at bingo and had to sit out of many of the games because they needed to allow others a chance to win. At 25 cents per game, she had a large bag of quarters in her room that she liked to show off to prove her skill. At 97 years old, she looked amazing. She loved the trips to Mexia that her granddaughters would take her on to get her hair done. They would take her to Wal Mart so she could ride the electric shopping carts and boy could she make that cart go. Occasionally, they had to slow her down a little. Later they would take her to the Farm House for a meal and a glass of wine. When they took her back to Windsor, she loved to hear all of the compliments on her new hairdo. All this came to a slow end after a trip to the ER as her health began to fail. She was not used to that slower life style and she decided it was time to go and be with the Lord. When we would encourage her to try to get up and feel better, she would reprimand us with “I’m 97 years old, just how long do you expect me to live.” I guess we were being selfish and only thinking about ourselves and how much we loved her and would miss her.