Betty VanEvera Hathaway
Betty VanEvera Hathaway, 90, passed away with grace Monday, April 22, 2013, at Mountain Valley Hospice in Gloversville, N.Y., after a long illness and an even longer wonderful life.
She was the devoted wife of the late Richard E. Hathaway of Gloversville; the mother of three daughters, Elizabeth A. Hathaway, Susan Hathaway Ringland (George) and Deborah Hathaway Rose (Thomas), all of Gloversville; six grandchildren, Jeremy Hathaway (Moriah Marsh) of Ipswich, Mass. and Eban Hathaway of Amesbury, Mass., Dylan Hathaway of Lancaster, Pa. and Justin Hathaway, Briar and Abigail Rose, all of Gloversville. Mrs. Hathaway is the great-grandmother of Owen Hathaway of Ipswich, Mass., Jack and Kate Hathaway of Palmyra, Pa., and Isaiah Horning of Dillsburg, Pa.
She also was the great-great-grandmother of Aurora DiMarco-Rose of Gloversville.
She was one of many Gloversville women who served the community in several volunteer organizations including the Ladies Auxiliary of the Nathan Littauer Hospital. She was a most graceful skier, a skilled sailor and was proficient in raising sheep, all of which she shared enthusiastically with her late husband. Mrs. Hathaway was born in Gloversville and shared her late husband’s strong commitment to the city. The family of Mrs. Hathaway wishes to extend their heartfelt thanks to Wells House Nursing Home, Johnstown, for years of caring for Mrs. Hathaway and Mountain Valley Hospice, Gloversville, for ensuring gentle, loving attention to her with much dignity, grace and profound empathy for both her and her family.
A private family burial service will be held at Ferndale Cemetery at a time of convenience for the family. All arrangements are handled by the Ehle Funeral Home. Should anyone wish to contribute in her memory, the family is suggesting Mountain Valley Hospice, 108 Steele Ave., Gloversville, NY 12078 or Littauer Foundation, 99 East State St., Gloversville, NY 12078.
“I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: ‘There, she is gone!’ ‘Gone where?’ Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone says: ‘There, she is gone!’ There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!’
– Henry Van Dyke