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Carol Jean Mills
Williamsburg - Carol Jean Mills, age 89, passed away on December 15, 2021. She was born on September 5, 1932, to the late William and Clara (nee Fuggiza) Steinman, Sr. She was the beloved mother of the late Art Monsch, Gary (Janelle) Monsch, William (Caroline) Monsch, Carol (Rick) Kuebler, Deborah McCoy, Jacklynn (Don) Smith, Vicki (late David) Mills, Pamela (Norbert) Kellner, and Peggy (George) Newman; mother-in-law of Diane Monsch; and cherished grandmother of 21 grandchildren and numerous great-grandchildren. In addition to her parents, and son, she was preceded in death by husbands Art Monsch and Gerald Mills, 2 grandchildren, and brother William Steinman, Jr. A visitation will be held at Crosspointe Baptist Church from 11AM until 1PM funeral service. Interment will follow at St. Stephen's Cemetery in Ft. Thomas, Kentucky. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Alzheimer's Association or the League for Animal Welfare.
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My earliest memories of you are filled with buttercups, road trips and baking. We would pile into the family car and dad (Gary) would drive us across state lines to come and see you. I remember being under foot in your kitchen as you and great grandma were making ravioli from scratch, and how I kept asking that you both let me help. I can still picture your kitchen in my mind's eye. I remember being encouraged to go outside and play, and how you happily accepted the bouquet of buttercups that I handed you, then leaned in to hold one under my chin as you told me that you could tell if I liked butter or not because the flower would let you know. I remember your firm declaration that I did, indeed, like butter and my surprize that a plant could possibly tell you that about me. You told me it was magic, that the buttercup would make my chin glow yellow while it was held underneath if I did like butter, and when I pressed so hard for more information you told me that the how was a fairy secret and you couldn't tell me more but maybe if I befriended the fairy they'd tell me. I remember never wanting to go home when it was time to leave, and how you and grandpa would convince me with a ride in his car for a portion of the trip. I hope that where you are now has fields covered in buttercups, a kitchen with every tool you loved, and each moment is filled with joy.
Andriel (Ricki) Dec 20 2021 7:57 PM