In Loving Memory

Mary “Zelma” Barrow, d. May 18, 2015

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In Loving Memory

April 6, 1940 – May 18, 2015

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Mary “Zelma” Barrow, 75, formerly of Flomaton, AL and a resident of Spanish Fort, AL passed away on Monday, May 18, 2015 at a local healthcare facility. Zelma graduated from Century High School in Century, FL.

Zelma attended the Holiness Church of God in Bay Minette, AL. She enjoyed accompanying her husband with ministry through gospel music, and served as a past treasurer.

Born April 6, 1940, she is predeceased by her parents, George Hiram and Betsy Ray (Glass) Renfroe; brother, George Ray Renfroe; and son, Timothy Barrow.

Zelma is survived by her devoted and loving husband of 55 years, James “Jim” Wilson Barrow; two daughters, Connie Kelley, and Christea Jerkins (Mike) of Eight Mile, AL ; son, Jeffery Barrow (Sandra) of Spanish Fort, AL ; grandson ,Trae Kelley (Stephanie ) of Mobile, AL , her loving grand-daughter ,Jamie Bryars (Jason) of Bay Minette, AL , and grandson, Gregory Barrow of Okinawa, Japan ; two great-grandchildren, Carter and Austin Bryars ; her loving sister, Barbara Dayle Fuqua of Bay Minette, AL; two brothers, Charles Eugene “Gene” Renfroe (Heather) of Pace ,FL and Lester “Donald” Renfroe (Karen) of Port Angeles, WA; faithful family friend, Katherine Bethea ;and numerous nieces, nephews, and friends.

A memorial service to remember Zelma will be held at 2 pm on Saturday , June 6 ,2015 at the Holiness Church of God ,Hwy 59 and Stockton Road, in Bay Minette, AL. Interment immediately following service at Buzbee Cemetery in Spanish Fort, AL. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to: AIDB Foundation (Alabama Institute for Deaf and Blind), P.O. Box 698, Talladega, AL 35161 or to the Holiness Church of God in Bay Minette, AL. Expressions of condolence may be offered at www.hughesfh.com. Arrangements are by Hughes Funeral Home and Crematory,7951 American Way, Daphne, AL 36526.

 

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  1. "Bobbie" Barbara Renfroe Fuquq

    My one and only sister. That’s what you ALWAYS said about me and to me. For as far back as I can remember, you were there. Of course, you were nine years older so you had to be there, right? One of the earliest stories of our interactions that Momma used to tell was the one about you dropping me on the tile mantle at Aunt Viola’s and Uncle Ike’s in Birmingham…on my head! Think that has anything to do with how screwed up everybody says I am?! Finally, I have come to believe them, all of them. To end of broke and alone, a person would have to be pretty screwed up, really dumb and gullible. I worked a lot of nights, long and dark nights, to pay for three properties, in order to have nothing. I tried my best to help a lot of people, only to end up alone. So, they must be right.

    You used to keep me warm on cold winter nights, when we were growing up. You took me everywhere with you. To your friends homes, to the Dairy Bar, to the drive in, the lake in the summer, all kinds of places. I had the best time! You never made me feel bad about Momma making you take me with you. Edna Way’s stepmom, sorry that I cannot remember her name, used to give me the dough left over from her doughnuts. Secretly, I think she had an awful lot of left over dough. Boy, did she ever make the best doughnuts! You would have remembered her name. Now, it’s gonna drive me nuts trying to remember. How many times did I almost fall off one of the counter stools. I would get so sleepy.

    There was the time at the drive in, when you were visiting that old boy that worked as the projectionist…what was his first name…he was a Cofield from South Flomaton…was it Ray? Anyway, he had just waxed his car. Back in those days it was quite a chore, like on The Karate Kid. Wax on, wax off. He had spent hours washing and waxing that big, black, sexy convertible. Wow, was he ready to KILL me, when he saw the streak that I left with my finger all the way from one end to the other. You saved my bacon that time. Wonder how long it took him to wax out my finger print…one very long finger print. Haha. Harry, his name was Harry. It should have been Hairy because of all that black wavy, greasy hair he had. He combed it up on the sides and into a kind of sausage roll thingy that ended in a curl over his forehead.

    You were at the center of so many of my earliest memories. From the age of fourteen, you worked at Worley’s Grocery, until you married. I missed you so much. Momma and Daddy missed you, too. I promised them that I would never leave them like you did, but that turned into a lie. Remember the time you brought that weird, wavy metal kitchen tool home? A salesman gave it to you and you used it to make the first potato chips that we had ever eaten. My gosh they were good. I don’t know how many you made or how many potatoes you used, but your hands had to have been so sore the next day. Another time, you brought home steak, potatoes, carrots and onions. You cut the veggies up and piled them on top of the steak, then covered it all with another new invention that you had recently brought home, tin foil. That dish was a favorite for decades to come. My kids had it many times and, no matter what they would say now, they did it justice. You always did things like that. You brought home things that surprised and amazed us. You did things that enriched our lives. And I never told you.

    You were always so popular. People gravitated to you your entire life. Probably because you were so happy, always laughing and singing. My children never understood why I enjoyed spending so much time with you. Whether it was sitting at your great big kitchen table, while spending hours cutting up all kinds of fruit to make ambrosia, or playing Uno, you made my world brighter and better. Old age and infirmary took away the time that we were able to spend together, but the feelings were still there. You were my beloved, only sister. Much of the light has gone from my world with your passing. Every day that is left to me, I will miss you. I pray that we shall soon be reunited.

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