As far back as I can remember since knowing them, Blanche always was known to me as Granny. I never quite figured out where that nickname came from, but it is what I soon called her also.
Her and George were always together. You usually didn't see Granny without George nearbye or George without Granny nearbye. That is except for when George was at work. He had worked for Coors Brewery for as long as I had known him.
Granny was born in Milliken, Colorado to Beulah Alice Lynch (nee: Redman) & James Lynch. She came from a what now days is considered a large family. So did George from what I understand. He was born in Emporia, Kansas to Fanny Burke (nee: Lawson) and William Burke.
Granny had six children from a previous marriage to Fred L. Tanquary. They are: Alice Joan Mallet, Eva Mae Carroll, Joyce C. Lockhart, James L. Tanquary, Fred L. Tanquary, and Willard Lynn Tanquary. They all reside in Denver except for Fred and he lives in Phoenix. There were no children from Granny and Georges marriage. George had 2 children from a previous marriage. They are Kenneth Burke and Connie Sumners and both reside in Kansas.
GEORGE N. BURKE
Born: December 31, 1926
Died: January 27, 1992
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The following poem was found among Granny's belongings in her bible when she passed away. We thought it was something she had had for a long time because it was tattered and very old. Thought you might enjoy reading it as much as we did.
WHO WILL TAKE GRANDMA
WHO WILL TAKE GRANDMA?
Who will take Grandma? Who will it be? All of us WANT her -- I'm sure you'll agree!
Let's call a meeting, let's gather the clan: let's get it settled as soon as we can.
In such a big family, there's certainly one willing to give her a place in the sun.
Strange how we thought she'd never wear out, but see now how she walks -- it's arthritis, no doubt.
Her eyesight is faded -- her memory's dim, she's apt to insist on the silliest whim.
When people get older, they become such a care! She must have a home, but the question is -- where?
Remember the days when she used to be spry? Baked her own cookies and made her own pie?
Helped us with lessons and tended our seams -- kissed away troubles and mended our dreams?
Wonderful Grandma! We all loved her so! Isn't it dreadful she's no place to go?
One little corner is all she would need, a shoulder to cry on -- her bible to read.
A chair by the window with sun coming through, some pretty spring flowers still covered with dew.
Who'll warm her with love so she won't mind the cold? Oh, who will take Grandmother now that she's old?
WHAT? Nobody wants her? Oh yes there is ONE willing to give her a place in the sun.
Where she won't have to worry or wonder or doubt -- and she won't be OUR problem to bother about.
Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed -- but who'll dry our tears when dear Grandma is dead?
TOGETHER AGAIN
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They are buried together in Fort Logan National Cemetary, in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado. They lived together for so long in life, it is only right that they are together once again in death. To those of you who have been to Fort Logan National Cemetary, you know how beautiful it is. To those of you who haven't, you should at least make one trip to see it before it is too late to honor the men and women who fought to preserve your way of life. All to often, we forget about the brave men and women who place their lives on the line for us and end up in a beautiful place like Fort Logan, ONLY THEY CAN'T ENJOY IT. George was one of these people and like the rest, deserves the respect, praise, and pride we do not give often enough.
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