Our mother, Mrs. Hattie Mozelle (Hill) Williams was raised on a farm in Howard County, Missouri, and she knew the difference between planting of bulbs and of seeds, she knew the soil and the rivers of life. She learned to cook on an iron stove beside her mother, Bessie Canole Hill. She learned to play piano on an upright piano beside her aunt Molly. She heard of a place called Wichita, Kansas and ventured forth. She met a very dapper fellow in navy uniform and won him over with her delicious pies and sassy ways. She gave birth to 17 children, the hard way, one by one. She raised each one with strict principles and sincere love. She lived to see every president from Roosevelt to Obama. When asked what she thought of the election of a first African-American president on a doctor visit at the age of '85, the office became hush quiet as she smiled and said: 'I think that's all right." She enjoyed listening to Kathleen Battle, Paul Robeson, Nat King Cole. She wore dresses always but enjoyed watching the antics of the youth and 'Dancing with the Stars.' She is a part of Wichita history, this is her chosen city. Here she dwelled and shall be laid to rest. Mom, Mama, we love you, we thank you for your multitude of sacrifices on our behalf and know we can never thank you enough. Your children are university graduates, three of your daughters, Donna, Deborah and Darlene, graduated from Friends University here in Wichita Kansas. You have a son, Christopher, who is a city surveyor, a son, Charles, who is a postal manager, a son, Albert who is a noted artist and draftsman, a daughter, Dawn, a teacher, and so much more. When we have strayed from your principles, our faults are our own and do not take away from the wonderful legacies of love you leave to us. Swing low sweet chariot in the sky to carry our dear mother home. In this great getting up morning may she fare well along with her dear sisters, dear brother, mother and father. In remembrance of you, our dear mother, grandmother and yes, great-grandmother, I now read poetry as you gave me my love of poetry.