Nancy Ann Tulak
January 2, 1933 - December 25, 2018
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Nancy Tulak (nee Wells) passed away in her sleep on December 25, 2018 in Springfield MO. She was born January 2, 1933 to Harrison and Willie Wells. She is survived by her five children, Cherylin Smith, Arthur Tulak, Stephen Tulak, William Tulak and Nanette Taylor, her nine grandchildren and one great grandchild. She was preceded…

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F&D left a message on January 9, 2019:
We are saddened by your loss. May you find comfort in knowing that God collects our tears and is ready to comfort us in our moment of need - Psalm 56:8 F&D
Judith Taylor left a message on January 6, 2019:
She was a wonderful Woman. It was a pleasure to have know her. Jerry and Judith Taylor Judith Taylor, MO
Jill Russek left a message on January 3, 2019:
Never enough time, God has his own plan. Prayers for the family at this time of loss. I didn't know Nancy that well only met her with other extended family member's, she was very delightful and dedicated women. My heart goes out to you all and your love and memories never die which makes Nancy live on in your hearts forever. Prayers
Charles Fox left a message on January 1, 2019:
Helga and I want to express our sincerest condolences on the loss of your mother. We know what a hard time you all are going thru. The loss of any family member is a piece of your life removed, but not forgotten. May God be with you during this heart breaking time and always there after. Once again our sincerest condolences. The Fox Family, Helga and Charlie
ccaccathy left a message on December 31, 2018:
Dear Family, My earliest memories of Nancy were of her bringing Cheryl over for my grandma Pearl to watch us both. Grandma lived with me and my mom Reta in a little 2 bedroom duplex in Los Angeles. Mom and Nancy were friends at the Pacific Bell telephone company and both tasked with raising little girls as single moms. Grandma cared for Cheryl, I believe, from birth to 6 years old. Cheryl was like a sister to me and was 6 months younger. In fact, my mom was her god-mother. I believe it was Nancy who came up with the idea for us to celebrate our 1/2 birthdays on each other's birthday. That was pretty cool. Then something happened and we were separated for about 3 years and I remember being so very sad, crying at night. Then when we were about 9 years we were reunited and from then on in our growing years, Cheryl and I did things together even though we kind of lived on opposite ends of L.A. Nancy was a Brownie Scout leader and she invited me to join her and Cheryl in that. Cheryl and I went forward in the Girl Scouts and even Explorers through the years and thankful our moms were supportive. They also encouraged and supported us in Job's Daughters, church, volunteerism, scuba diving lessons, camping, and other activities. When Nancy remarried and had 4 more children I enjoyed (well mostly....but you know I was a teen, lol) playing and helping to care for Arthur, Steven, Billy and Nannette. I remember trying to surprise Nancy a few times when everyone was out of the house by cleaning up the house and then being in shock when the masses returned and it was like I never touched it! Haha.(not fun at the time though). Funny how, like Nancy, I was an only child of my mother's and I now have a large family...... 6 children. I relate to how it's difficult to keep a tidy home in those early years. She seemed much more interested in gently trying to guide and teach them. Well, until it got to be a bit too much and then her super soft voice suddenly found the volume control and cranked it up to stop the chaos! I remember going "who was that?!" Haha. This reminds me of a poem I appreciated when my children were small and I used to quote while I was rocking a crying baby (besides many Bible verses and prayers!) "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow For babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow, So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep." Nancy was like an auntie to me. She liked to encourage me in different endeavors. I moved away at 19 with my mom and step dad Jim, and to attend CSUH, and for their job changes, so we kind of lost touch except maybe Christmas cards and she'd often send me a birthday card in November and I to her in January. Those were the days of long distance phone charges and no internet. I got down to visit here and there like when Cheryl's first born Jeromey was born just before the baby shower I was attending with the Job's Daughters! We had to party without her. I had to go visit Cheryl and Jeromey in the hospital! lol. Soon after that, I was married to my college sweetheart, Kelvin, and Nancy came up to help with the reception, along with Cheryl (who was my maid of Honor...and let me use her wedding dress!), Kent and baby Jeromey. I found a couple of those photos and included them here of her. Looking through my photos albums I'm reminded how we hardly took photos when I was growing up. Now with digital, my kids and grandkids have to endure my many clicks :). I wish I had more to help this ol' brain recall. I remember Nancy being a great seamstress and good with penmanship. I tried to glean from her some of these traits. I remember helping her with a envelope writing job that required a certain style of penmanship. She didn't seem daunted by any sewing project we had to do like making look-alike dresses for Job's daughters each year or whipping up Cheryl's maid of honor dress. (Sorry Cheryl, that I picked green, but it was St. Patrick's Day :). My memories are various images like the kids drinking from brightly colored aluminum cups, dishes piled high in the sink, cooking going on, lots of diapers to change....cloth...oh dear, tons of National Geographic Magazines that I liked to learn from, one of the houses being so big and Craftsman style I think, with big windows, fireplace, pretty glass windowed doors for one of the rooms, big backyard and tons of activity (unlike my quiet home with usually just me when my step brothers weren't visiting). I remember Nancy picking me up when we were all pretty young with a big old bubble of a car. You know, one of those 1940's type classics. No seat belts back then that I recall, and kids sitting any which way. It's good no one jumped through a window! Somehow we all survived! lol. I really wish I could have been at the memorial with you all. The last time I saw all the family is at Bill and Heather's wedding. I'm thankful that 5 of my kids and my now son-in-law came with me on a almost cross country road trip back in 2005 from California. After visiting my folks in New Orleans, we traveled North to stay with Nancy for a couple days in Missouri. It was fun catching up also with Nannette and her kids. We had also seen Bill and Heather and children years ago when we visited mom and Jim in New Orleans. There were a few times we'd visit Cheryl and her family in Los Angeles, but I couldn't believe it, when my folks, Kelvin and I met her at a restaurant earlier 2018 on the way to my parents' now home in Las Vegas, I hadn't seen her in many many years! I hope to see Stephen, Suzy, Arthur, Angela and you all again sometime. Tell me if you are ever in the SF Bay area!!! I have been praying for you all. I pray you all have a relationship with Jesus and He will comfort you. He is the one who has helped me through many a battlefield. Draw closely to God and to each other. Psalm 34:18 The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. (I just re-read a little book that helped me very much as a young adult with my relationship with Him and highly recommend: "More Than a Carpenter" by Josh and Sean McDowell. Let us all be known for our Love, dear family. Death can be stressful, but it can also bring us to our knees in love, forgiveness, grace, patience, peace. It's a good time to reevaluate what is best for our lives. It reminds me how our life here on earth is so short. One of my favorite verses....... 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a " Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." A good one for the New Year. May God bless you all, dear Family. Please keep in touch. love and hugs, Cathy Ann (Camp) Jew Cathy Camp Jew on Facebook.
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Marvin Ozley left a message on December 31, 2018:
We too extend our deepest sympathy to Nancy's family. I met Nancy while attending Greenwood High School and she was a student at Central High. As the years passed and Greenwood Reunions occured, JoAnn and I came to know her and enjoy her company. Rest In Peace Nancy. Marvin and JoAnn Ozley
Harry Baker left a message on December 31, 2018:
My deepest sympathy to Nancy Ann's family. We started in Greenwood Kindergarten together in 1938 and enjoyed many good times and fun experience during our years at Greenwood. Harry Baker
Paula bull left a message on December 30, 2018:
We are sorry to hear of the passing of your mother. She was a neighbor. She will be missed. Paula and Clint Bull.
Jason Conte left a message on December 30, 2018:
Arthur & family, so very sorry for your loss. - Jason Conte 621
Harry Olivar left a message on December 30, 2018:
Arthur and family, so sorry for your loss - with loving memories of your mom. Harry Olivar
left a message on December 30, 2018:
Mrs T for as long as I can remember back took a special interest in me; I feel she always believed in me and saw potential that perhaps wasn’t as apparent to me growing up myself. I don’t know if everyone felt like this, but I knew she thought I was special. She helped develop my interests in teaching, by organising work experience during summer school. She taught me how to bake cakes and cinnamon rolls from scratch and how to make flavoured bread and lemonade from the lemons in the garden. I grew an appreciation for the Fanny Farmer cookbook which could be consulted to make nearly anything you could think of...even mayonnaise! And I can’t make any of the above or use my crockpot without a thoughtful passing memory to her Gramercy Kitchen and cooking with her. She arranged for us to go to art classes up in Barnsdale Park, where we did life drawings with live naked models (pretty shocking and totally embarrassing as I recall) and proper pottery classes. Unfortunately, time keeping wasn’t one of her strengths and it seemed we always had to wait an eternity for her to pick us up. One time we waited so long sitting on a brick wall a snail had managed to nearly make it up my leg to my knee! Mrs T was always very encouraging and sometimes because we were so close it felt a bit much. If you didn’t do as Mrs T perhaps thought you ought to or follow her well meaning suggestions, she made made it very well known to you. I can still feel the sting of her guilt trips! But she was only trying to influence you on what she thought was best. When I decided to move to England, she definitely didn’t think it was the right thing for me to do with my life...but I knew better didn’t I?! She came over to our house to say goodbye and as she hugged me she told me I wouldn’t make it and that I’d be back home to LA soon. It upset me at the time, and I have thought of it countless times in the 30 intervening years that I’ve lived in the U.K.. I’m never quite sure why or what she meant by telling me that? Did she want me to fail and come back for selfish reasons or did she tell me that as a challenge not to prove her right so I would succeed? I never went back to live in LA again because ...well you can never step in the same river twice. Huge wink. I loved Mrs T and I’m forever grateful for her well meaning guidance in my life. I’m so glad I got to see her in November this year and say goodbye and tell her thank you for everything.
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