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In Memory ofCarolyn Jean RogersFebruary 1, 1944 - September 12, 2013
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Virginia Beach - Carolyn Jean Rogers, 69, passed away on
September 12, 2013. Carolyn was born in Quincy, MA and was preceded in death by her husband Norman L. Rogers and a daughter Christina I. Rogers. She was a member of Atlantic Shores Baptist Church. Survivors include four children John Rogers, Mary Huff, (Roger), Yvette Rogers and Michael Rogers; four grandchildren Joshua Evans, Christina, Stephen and Matthew Huff, a sister Mary Salem, (Phil), a brother Bob Denoncour, three sister-in-laws Phyllis Dupre, Linda Lewis and Fran Conley and a host of nieces, nephews and friends. A celebration of Carolyn's life will be held on Thursday, September 19, 7 p.m. at Atlantic Shores Baptist Church by The Rev. Kyle Wall, followed by a reception at the church. A special thanks to Yvonne for her T.L.C. Friends may offer condolences at www.kellumfuneralhome.com |
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Every Summer Was a Trip to Cape Cod on Dad's Boat, The TINAMALYN |
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The boat's name came from a composite of the names of the three ladies in our family. Mom was Ernestine and dad called her "Tina". Our oldest sister Mary became the "MA" and Carolyn was represented with the "LYN". At night our parents slept on a hide-away bed in the main cabin. I slept on a hanging cot above the dinette table. Mary and Carolyn got the prized best area.... the bow bunks. Well, the bow bunks and forward cabin was the best, most private, and most comfortable area except for one morning in the port of Menemsha a small fishing village located in Martha's Vineyard Island. It was still early morning and with no wind - the water was as flat as glass. The only movement in the harbor was a team of ducks paddling from boat to boat expecting to be fed. The only sound was an occasional "Quack" from a duck...... excluding this, the entire harbor was as quiet as it could be. Mary and Carolyn were still sleeping in their private forward stateroom. Bill Shepherd and his wife Mary were cruising with us that summer. Bill was a life long friend of our Dad. Bill's boat, the Montezuma looked much like the Tinamalyn. The two boats were tied together and anchored in the middle of the harbor. I noticed that Bill (we called him Uncle Willie) was throwing crackers to feed the ducks. Each pitch of a cracker was a little closer to the stern of the boat than the pitch before. Eventually, Uncle Willie was feeding the ducks right out of his hand. Suddenly Uncle Willie grabbed one of the ducks by the neck. While carrying the duck, he jumped from his boat to ours. He ran across the back deck. He ran through the main cabin and down the steps to the galley and dinette. He continued forward past the head and storage locker. Mary and Carolyn were still comfortably sleeping in their private bow bunk's stateroom.. Uncle Willie opened the door to the sleeping teens.... threw in the duck....and closed the door. I was still on the back deck. Mary and Carolyn started screaming. The duck was QUACKING and all the ducks throughout the harbor were QUACKING. The people of Menemsha were awakened to the sound of hundreds of angry ducks. Mary and Carolyn were hiding under their blankets... also as angry.... for a good long time. Mom and Uncle Willie's wife, Mary, gave Uncle Willie a good scolding. Ahhhh! These were good times. .
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Rest In Peace my sister Carolyn.
