Ivy's life was deeply influenced by her devotion to the Catholic faith, and she was known for her love of God. She also had a great passion for the French language, which she generously shared by teaching others. Throughout her long life, Ivy witnessed some of history's most significant events, including the Great Depression and WWII. Through all this Ivy had the wonderful opportunity to live with her younger sister, Rose, who was not only her sibling but also her best friend. They were so close that people nicknamed them "The Double Mint Twins" because they were always working together on projects, like yard work. Even in her later years, she remained active, tending to her home and enjoying simple pleasures like Blue Bell Dutch chocolate ice cream, a Whopper burger with cheese, no onions, and crossword puzzles. Ivy's kindness and generosity will be fondly remembered by her friends, neighbors, and loved ones.
Ivy Roy was preceded in death by her father Robert E. Roy, her mother Exa Bordelon, sister Bernice Roy, brother Dallas Roy, and her sister Rose Karr.
Ivy is survived by her nephew Jimmie Mott, her grand-niece Laura Grice, and her grand-nephew Alvin Mott.
Her caring neighbors, The Colin Family, will also miss her dearly.
Below is a poem Ivy Roy wrote and won an Honorable mention from the Great American Poetry Contest on 02/28/1987:
When You Call
When you call, Lord,
Let it not be when blossoms line the peach tree bough And birds sing praises wildly to Thee on high When breezes warm in meadows sweetly sigh And life is good and friends are stout
Let it not be when summer sadly hangs her head And basks in memories of lost green lilting days
When katydids sing through misty autumn haze And life holds promise still of longed for dreams
Let it not be when earth wraps herself in snowy mantle And all is peaceful, hushed and quiet When fireside flames beckons warm in night And faith lends comfort and hopes are high
When you call, Lord,
Let it be when words like swords have found their mark And friends once loyal have turned foe When heart is broke and courage low
And dreams defeated at one's feet, lie to rise no more
Ivy Mary Roy
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