Edith Fuller Obituary (1919 – 2022) – Grand Prairie, TX

Edith Fuller was born on May 31, 1919 to Joseph Stell and Hannah Victoria Simpkins. She was born in her home in the countryside, about three miles from a small town in Louisiana called Eros. She grew up in a house her dad built the year she was born. There was a long closed room in the center, with large rooms on both sides.
There were ten children in the family: Ottice, Tello, Reubin, Collier, Lois, Edith, Medria, Mildred, JS and Ollie V. They lived on a farm. No electricity, no radios, no refrigerators, no cars. Summers were spent planting cotton, cutting cotton, and picking cotton. Harvest corn. Pick peas. They had cows, mules, pigs and chickens. They grew sugar cane and made sugar cane syrup. On their property was a spring of very cold water where they kept their milk in gallon cans of syrup. They had two fireplaces in the house to keep warm when it was cold. Every Saturday it was Edith’s job to clean the lamp globes.
His mother’s mother, Grandma Vaughn, lived with their family. She was the widow of a Civil War veteran and received a pension that she shared with them. She made sure they had plenty of good food to eat. At Christmas there were oranges, apples and always a “hoop” of cheese. Chocolate pies, coconut pies, egg custard and pound cake. Edith always received a little doll for Christmas.
Grandma Vaughn had a few sibling favorites, but Edith always said, “I wasn’t one of her favorites!” But Grandma Vaughn loved her family, and when she got her pension check in the mail, Dad would hitch up the mules, and they’d all get in the wagon and go shopping in Chatham, a little town about ten miles down the road. It was always a fun day for everyone.
Edith rode the school bus to a one-room school for several years. Always a gentle soul, but with a fiery spirit, one day she challenged another girl on the school bus and decided she had to “take care” of the problem between them by “whipping” on the girl. No more issues after that, but she still felt bad about the fight.
They had an old-fashioned pump organ at home and his sister Ottice played it well. They attended the Methodist Church where Ottice played the organ. Every few months Dad would take Ottice and Edith to singing conventions in the area. Ottice was playing and Edith was singing. That was before she was even a teenager.
After the boys grew up and left the farm, Edith became dad’s helper. She helped plow with a team of mules named Maude and Rhoda. Rhoda was a good mule, but Maude was mean and mean. Edith was afraid of her. Also, before going to school each morning, she had to milk two cows, one of which liked to kick her and knock over the milk bucket, scaring Edith.
Edith’s family attended the Methodist Church. When she was seventeen, she and some friends attended a “Brush Arbor” revival meeting, and they especially enjoyed the singing and preaching. Brother Jack Hudspeth was the preacher. Edith received the Holy Spirit and was baptized in a stream named “Possom Branch”. Later, another preacher, brother GA Mangun, came and preached. He stayed with Edith’s parents for several months until he left to attend the Apostolic Bible Institute in St. Paul, Minnesota.
At church, Edith met a handsome boy named Theodis Fuller and married him when she was seventeen. He took up the guitar and later the bass violin, and after their marriage they sang together in church. Their first child, Robbie, was born in the house where they lived with Theodis’ parents. At the time of the birth, the doctor rode his horse through the woods to their home, found an empty bed, and slept through the night until it was time for the baby to be born.
She and Theodis would walk to the church, about five miles through the swamp, crossing the Flat Creek on a log. Theodis would walk ahead of Edith, carrying Robbie on his shoulders. When it got dark, he lit the way with his beloved flashlight. After the church, they traveled the eight kilometers to return home. No streetlights, just the moon and stars, and Theodis’ flashlight.
Theodis thought he would be a farmer but was unsuccessful, so he started as a door-to-door salesman, selling Rawleigh produce. They were good products, but because of his quiet nature, he just couldn’t convince anyone to buy them. Then they moved to Fairbanks, Louisiana, then to West Monroe. There he worked for the Columbian Carbon Company for many years until his retirement.
Billie Rose was born at the hospital in Monroe, Louisiana. It was in West Monroe that they first had a phone with many on the party line. And finally, a car! After moving to West Monroe, Edith found a job in the bag factory. After the two girls got married, Edith went to school and became a licensed practical nurse (LPN) and worked in midwifery to help deliver babies, even helping to name some of the babies.
Edith and Theodis loved to travel. They bought a small trailer and traveled all over the United States and much of Canada. Theodis wouldn’t fly on a plane, but Edith wanted to see the world, so she flew on a trip to the Holy Land and Jamaica, and in the early 90s she flew to England with her two daughters, three granddaughters and two great-granddaughters. They rented a fifteen passenger van and had a wonderful time sightseeing and making amazing memories. After Theodis’ death, Edith also took several bus trips with other elderly people.
She was a faithful member of First Pentecostal Church in West Monroe, Louisiana for many years. Around her ninetieth birthday, she moved to be with her daughter Billie in Oklahoma City and Robbie in Dallas. She spent her final years in Dallas and attended The Life Church.
Edith died of this life on January 31, 2022. She is predeceased by her parents and nine siblings. She is survived by her daughters, Robbie Guidroz and Billie Smith, and her son-in-law Dale Smith; his grandchildren Arlen Guidroz, Elizabeth Goodine, Angela Hadlock, Stephanie Hutton and Dub Smith; his great-grandchildren Bradley Goodine, Bethany Cranfield, Coulton Hadlock, Haley Senchal, Justin Hutton, Carly Hutton, Evan Smith and Ella Smith; and her great-great-grandchildren David Cranfield, Zara Cranfield and Indie Cranfield.
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Posted by Guerrero-Dean Funeral Home – Grand Prairie on February 4, 2022.

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