I saw her favorite weather man at the Borland Groover clinic yesterday.  I shared with him how much she liked him, and that she called him Dancing Mike,  and talked to him like she knew him and he was right there in front of her.  He laughed and thanked me for sharing.  

Gram,
It's kind of hard to smile or laugh right now, just because I already miss you so much; but that is what I remember most about the time I did have the honor of sharing with you...belly laughs and bright smiles. That meant and means so much to me, getting to laugh together, it made and makes my heart so happy remembering all those moments we shared. It always felt so warm and inviting being around you. You really made me feel like a part of the family, I am so grateful for that! I hope they teach you some new games up there, so we can sit down and play them together like we did at your house, those were really great times! I can't wait to see you again and give you a really really big hug and laugh together some more; so until then I'll just say "I'll see you later Gram, I love you!"

My childhood on San Salvadore Ave is forever intertwined with the Hobbs family, and my memories of Betty are sweet & comforting. Cindy and I spent hours upon hours getting into things kids get into - at both her house and mine - I’m sure in constant consternation of our parents. It was hard to get anything past Betty. She seemed to know every single bit of mischief. But she didn’t call us out on all of it - some consequences she let us learn on our own. And sometimes we were in real trouble. But not for long.  The next day, there was always a freshly baked cake or a fried bologna sandwich after school. Or a popsicle on a hot summer day. She tolerated our arguments over who was cheating at Monopoly, our insistence that if she would just drive us to Miami, we could sneak into the recording studio where The BeeGees were making records,  and our pleas that the house be quiet so we could watch The Wild Wild West reruns (because we just LOVED the show’s leading men). She heard enough background music from Donny Osmond, David Cassidy & Bobby Sherman to make her head spin. But she never told us to turn it down. It was a warm and wonderful childhood for me, and Betty was a cherished part of it. I regret that I may not have ever shared that with her, and for that, I am sorry. Perhaps she and I will meet again one day, and I’ll have the opportunity. May she Rest In Peace. 

Miss Betty will be greatly missed by me. She was a very smart and super sweet lady. I did pest control at her home for the past 6 years. She was my third oldest customer I have and I always enjoyed talking to her and was glad to see her every visit. We would talk about my family and hers.  She loved her Jaguars and her family.  Every time I would finish up her treatment. She always would say, did you spray behind my bed ? She would say “Them roaches like to stay in that area”.  I can hear her saying that now. Lol. Anyway, prayers for the family and until next time Miss Betty, see you on the other side.

Betty was such an amazing person, I am so inspired by her independence  and courage, I’ve always admired her determination and numerous gifts!  Her memory will always give me strength and examples to live by!  I loved her sewing skills, her creativity and her wisdom!  She will be remembered like my mother and grandmother whom I hold very dear!  They are all remarkable women who’ve touched and shaped my life in positive and beautiful ways I’ll always treasure!

Gram , Gram-a-lamb, and Mother is how I addressed her, but who was she really...to me ? Well, nearly 40 years ago I only knew her as Mrs. Hobbs, but not long after her daughter became my wife, she became my mother-in-law, she soon became grandmother and daycare worker to my kids, but who was she really...to me ? Not a year would go by that my family didn’t receive consistent care and generosity which included an annual ( hand made ) 7 layer chocolate cake just for me on my birthday, but, who was she really...to me ? Year after year after year she was always there without fail wether I had a family need or a craving for a big jar of those (pecan butterballs) that Bubba and Taylor help her with in her seasoned years because she just didn’t want to disappoint me, you know the ones, they always found their way into my stack of Christmas gifts ... but still, who was she really...to me ? I think I’ve always known, but it took me realizing over the last few years that I’ve had two mothers in my life, and I’ve been blessed to have been under their care, but who was she really... to me ?  Only a •Mom• can fit that role ... I love you Mom , we will miss you 😘. 

When Jamie and I first became friends, one of the things I immediately noticed was how important her Grams was to her. Naturally, I was really, really nervous when it came time to meet her. She was amazing! I felt very welcomed and very comfortable right away. Over the last two years, Grams and I grew close. I joined Jamie on her weekly visits to Grams. It was the best! mostly because Grams always had my back. Jamie would be so salty because Gram would compliment my tactics, if I made a good move, or would even choose skip her rather than me... she would even congratulate me when I won games, which is something Jamie claimed was not the norm (and NO, I did NOT let her win!). Any game we played, Grams and I would most likely be ganging up on Jamie (unless James was around, in that case it was all against him). When Jamie went away for BMT, Grams was one of the few constants surrounding my life. I continued my weekly visits, and she helped me stay calm while she was away. Game nights turned to "classic" movie nights, and as I discovered, the classics are always better than the remake! Thanks for that lesson, Gram! We would talk a lot about the school I worked at, and she would always ask "how the kids did this week". It was my absolute favorite thing. Grams and I... I believe we shared a special bond. I know she loved me, and she knew I loved her... and I will miss her dearly. May she rest in peace. 

I love you Grams!


I will always have Gram in my heart, I’ve known her for over two years but I will forever cherish all of the memories I shared with her. James and I would go to her house on Friday nights when I wasn’t working, we would have so much fun playing games, having dinner and sometimes I would bring her chicken and dumplings. I will always remember she loved my chicken and dumplings and I always made them just for her and James. In the middle of playing games, her and I would end up picking on James and she would always laugh at him which made me laugh even harder! Even when James couldn’t be there, I would come over and we would talk and watch Army Wives together.  I will always remember and cherish the moments when we came over and helped her make snowballs for Christmas and homemade Chex mix. She always made me feel at home, as if I was one of her own grandchildren. 
I love you, Gram  

As a young boy up through my teen years, I didn’t have the best relationship with grandma Betty. I regret this very much but as I grew older and up until she went to be with the Lord, I found out just how much I had missed. Although she could be very hard headed sometimes, she was single handedly the most independent, family oriented, and loving grandmother I could ever ask for! I enjoyed the Friday nights with her very much and once I met Taylor we spent our Friday’s with her together playing games or watching tv... just spending time with her no matter what we were doing meant the world to her and I rest easy knowing that I was able to make those nights enjoyable for her. I will miss this woman everyday for the rest of my life but I know she’s with our Lord and she’s walking those beautiful golden streets with Him hand in hand! Until we meet again gram... be at peace and enjoy the bountiful treasures you’ve earned in your time on earth! You will forever be missed and loved! ❤️

My memories of my mom out number the stars in the night sky.  I will always remember her love, wisdom, strength, and her giving & caring spirit.  I will remember how she supported me playing sports, and never missed my high school home games.  She was there to give me guidance when I bought my first car, and 30 years later, my house.  I have so many memories of her making our birthdays and Christmases special.  Like the year I got a mini-bike and drove it right into the backyard fence.  She surprised me with a party on my 16th birthday, and we surprised her with one on her 75th.  Our last real family vacation was to the Smokey Mountains where we rented a luxurious cabin for the week to celebrate her 87th birthday.  I have so many memories of spending our Thursday nights together working in her yard, and having dinner together while watching The Biggest Loser.  She would also come to my house to help me paint and work in my own yard.  She loved to be outdoors.  In the more recent, challenging years, after I retired, I would take her to her Dr Appts and we would have really good talks on those days.  She also insisted on weekly trips to Walmart so she could do her own shopping.  Thankfully, we found one that provided a wheelchair shopping cart, and she looked so cute in it.  Now, every time I look up at the stars, or go to Walmart, I will remember the bond we created over our 64 years, and the blessing it was to have her as my mother.  I love and miss you, Mom ...  

I’m so sorry to  learn of her passing. I’ve always admired your mother and even emulated my life after her.  I  have sweet memories of her. Last time I had a visit with her, I thanked her for all the bologna sandwiches she made Melissa and I for lunch.  (She laughed  at that. )  the rides home  from school if it rained, and making sure I made it to vacation bible school.   I loved how she was at home , cutting patterns out.  Watching her stories.  My mom had to work, so she was my “other mom” ❤️  Keep the wonderful memories in your heart. She’ll always be in mine. 

I have no shortage of memories of Gram - but it’s the love found in even the smallest details that I want to truly remember. How she would always keep the wild berry mini muffins that she knew I loved, when we made breakfast together. How she would give me the fluffy inside pieces of her buttered biscuit from Hardee’s, because it was my favorite part. How she would “let me pull my brother” in the red wagon around the neighborhood - even though she knew I would get tired and she would end up pulling us both home. Our walks to the old bridge, always keeping the Dove cream eggs for me when Easter candy came out. Our trips to the Commissary for the only brand of Salt and Vinegar chips I would eat. When they stopped making my favorite snack, she called the manufacturer to find out where we could still get them. She and my mom called vendor after vendor to find me the Yo-Yo that all the cool kids had and I desperately wanted. She co-signed on my first secured loan, my first unsecured loan, on my first car loan. She kept every single thing I ever wrote, typed up on an old typewriter that I was obsessed with. There has been a piece of paper hanging on her guest room door from probably close to 20 years ago, marking the room as my dorm when we would play “college” at her house. Why didn’t she take that down? She proudly displayed every piece of random art work I would give her, framed it, bragged about it. The way she would look, so proudly at me ... “my Jamie girl” - no matter the size of the accomplishment. She was the type of person who valued the love found in simple, every day moments and actions. All she wanted from me, up until the end, was my time. I am so thankful for having been given the opportunity to provide her with as much of it as I could - and so grateful for the love and memories from those everyday, simple moments and actions. I love you, Gram. 

Before I moved to Wisconsin, my Sundays were spent with mom, enjoying lunch together, or going to the movies,  or just shopping together at Home Depot, Walmart or Sears.  Since moving away, I looked forward to coming home each year, and enjoying some of the home cooking I was missing. My first year coming home, I told her an entire menu of meals I hoped to have during my visit. She did what she could to make those meals for me, even sending some home with me for my freezer. The last 3 years have been a challenge for her in so many ways, and it was so hard seeing her declining, and not able to enjoy the things she used to do. When I was home 2 years ago,  we took a day trip to one of our favorite places, Washington Oaks State Park. She had to walk with her walker, which just meant we slowed down, and were able to really enjoy the day.  That was a really wonderful day!

The last three years of our mother's life has been challenging.  But those are not the memories I am going to choose to keep.  Up until she fell and broke her hip in 2017, she and I spent every single Saturday together.  We'd go to movies, and out to dinner;  we'd go shopping.  We went to concerts, and vacationed in the mountains or just took weekend road trips to Orlando so we could eat at Wahlburgers, or Savannah to eat at the Lady & Son's and Uncle Bubbas.  And we'd go to Vidalia, Ga so she could keep in touch with her sisters, and Douglas, Ga so she could visit her cousin who didn't even know who she was anymore.  This is the mother that I'm going to carry in my heart.

(Look at them cheeks )

OBITUARY

Betty Ruth Hobbs

October 31, 1931 – July 23, 2020

Hardage - Giddens Chapel Hills Funeral Home and Cemetery

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