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Myrtle Esther Roberson Myers
"Myrt"
Remembering a very special and loyal friend.
Getting off the school bus, laughing together
Myrtle married Eddie Myers and they had
Through the years we shared occasional
She and her family were living in
Myrtle seemed to truly enjoy all the
I was privileged to spend a weekend
Myrtle died in 1996.
Being aware that her illness was terminal,
I am very grateful that Myrtle Esther
~~Vada W. James
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down the dirt road leading to her house,
looking forward with great anticipation to
the shared secrets of the long, wonderful
night ahead. Sharing as we grew into young
women—always knowing our secrets were
safe with each other.
two daughters, Sammy and Dana. They
made their home in many locations in
the U.S. and abroad, including
Germany. I was welcomed into their home
in Los Angeles for several weeks in
1972 during one of my decision making
periods.
phone calls and always holiday
greetings. Whenever possible. Myrtle
attended high school reunions and was
always upbeat and full of laughter.
She visited relatives in Ayden in 1992
and also visited local friends,
including myself. She had suffered
a heart attack during the previous
year but was looking forward to the
future with great enthusiasm and
energy.
Kodiak, Alaska at that time. She
described her environment with zeal,
including running a small laundry
and enjoying the atmosphere and
people of Kodiak.
adventures of her life. She loved
visiting Las Vegas and usually did
so at least once a year. She was an
inspiration in her life and showed
amazing courage when faced with
terminal illness. She loved her
family and strived to protect them
from worry and pain.
with her in Southport, N. C.,
a few weeks before her death. We
stayed up very late reminiscing,
with gleeful laughter at girlhood
memories until tears rolled down our
cheeks. Myrtle had always loved country
western music and this was our backdrop.
she had chosen to return to N. C. to
be near family and friends, believing
you can come home again. Her husband
supported this request and cared for
her until her death. I hope that she
found the old familiarity comforting,
and believe that she did.
Roberson was a part of my life.
~ October 2003 ~
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