Constance (Connie) Jean Blagden, 73, of Smith River, passed away the morning of June 29, 2011, from natural causes, surrounded by her loved ones.
Connie was born August 7, 1937, in Aberdeen, Wash. Her family moved here when Connie was in grade school. She met and fell in love with Claude Blagden on a blind date and they were married on September 26, 1953. Together they raised their three children in various logging camps until finally settling on a ranch up the Winchuck River where she learned all about ranch life and the hard work involved.
She was an excellent cook and a master at canning and preserving
foods. She enjoyed walking our beautiful shores with her dog Ling-Ling,
playing cards with her close friends, puttering in the yard with her
plants, reading, and spending time with her family. She also loved
crafting and always had one or more project in the works. Connie was a
strong, caring person with a lot of love to give. She was a wonderful
wife, mother, grandmother, sister and aunt. Her door was always open and
the coffee was always on. She would give her last dime to help someone
in need. Her love and memories will be cherished forever by those close
to her.
Connie was preceded in death by her husband Claude, and her son
Danny. She is survived by her son Rick Blagden and wife Darla, daughter
Jeanne Nelson and husband Norman, daughter Marlys, brother Don
Jaklewicz, and sister Darlene Newman. Grandchildren include Kyle and
Kelsey of Idaho, Jessica and Amanda of Oregon, Erin and Amber of
California. She was also blessed to have great-grandchildren Madi, Kylee
and Camren, Kaitlynn, Nathaniel, and Logan. A very special nephew,
Shawn Hall, and his Family also held a large piece of her heart. As per
Connie’s wishes, no funeral or memorial will be held. Just remember her.
“If you are ever going to love
me,
Love me now, while I can
know
The sweet tender
feelings,
Which from true affection
flow.
Do not wait until I’m
gone
And then have it chiseled in
marble,
Sweet words on ice-cold
stone.
If you have tender thoughts of
me,
If you wait until I’m
sleeping,
There will be death between
us,
And I won’t hear you
then
So, if you love me, even a little
bit,
Let me know it while I am
living
So I can treasure it”
— Submitted by Wier’s Mortuary Chapel
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