Catharine "Gigi" Louise Yeats
September 13, 1924 ~ September 7, 2017
Resided in:
Pleasanton, California
Catharine L. Yeats was born on September 13,1924 in Atlanta, Georgia to William and Edith Brazeal. She passed away on September 07, 2017 in Pleasanton, California. She was a native of Atlanta, Georgia and a long time resident of Beaverton, Oregon.
Beloved wife of the late Gordon Yeats, Sr. to whom she was married to for 46 years.
Loving mother of Sherry White and her husband Walt, Marsha Williams, and Gordon Yeats, Jr. and his wife Pam. Cherished Sister of Gerald Brazeal. Devoted grandmother of eight grandchildren, sixteen great-grandchildren and one great-great grandchild. She is also survived by many nieces and nephews.
Catharine enjoyed crossword puzzles, word searches, sewing and dancing at the Beaverton Elks Club. Her favorite foods were coffee, chocolate, and caramel. She especially loved playing with her great-grandchildren. She was bank teller for 42 years, a member of New Hope Community Church and a Daughter of the American Revolution.
Family and friends are invited to attend a 10:30 am Celebration of Life on Saturday, September 16, 2017 at Berge-Pappas-Smith Chapel of the Angels, 40842 Fremont Blvd., Fremont, CA 94538.
In lieu of flowers, remembrances can be made to Alzheimer’s Association, 2290 North 1st Street #101, San Jose, CA 95131 or Dystonia Foundation, http://www.dystonia-foundation.org
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Sherry, this hurts like no other as you only have one mother. May God be with you in a tangible way as you mourn. Len and Deb.
“M” is for the million things she gave me,
“O” means only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her heart as pure as gold,
“E” is for her eyes with love-light shining,
“R” means right, and right she’ll always be,
Put them all together, they spell “Mother,”
A word that means the world to me.
Thank you Mother. Obviously, without you I would not be here.
But, moreover, without you I would not be where I am, nor who I am.
I miss you Mother, and I thank you.
“Bub”