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Betty Francisco Copeland, 95, passed away January 27, 2021 in Salt Lake City, Utah where she and her husband of 72 years, Frank Wood Copeland, were living to be near their daughter. Born Elizabeth Millar Francisco in Madison, Indiana to the late Alice Joyce Millar and Van Edwin Francisco, Betty was born May 24, 1925. She grew up in Wirt, Indiana knowing the Great Depression and World War II. Much of her family’s farm was placed into the United States Jefferson Proving Ground...
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February 5, 2021 2:37 AMBetty was a beloved neighbor to many families on Laurel Lane in Madison, Indiana. She and Wood were often seen out walking our street visiting with neighbors and always asking about our families, our lives and sharing their stories with us. It was always evident how much Betty and Wood enjoyed traveling and visiting with their children. We will miss seeing Betty on Laurel Lane and at Prince of Peace Catholic Church every Sunday morning. The neighbors on Laurel Lane truly enjoyed the friendships made with the Copeland’s.
Our condolences go out to Wood and all the Family. Betty was an extraordinary woman.
God bless you all.
Doug Wennen
February 2, 2021 1:03 PMWhat do l say about my Aunt Betty...
She cared about me and always wanted to know how I was doing in school. She expected nothing but my best. She was always holding me accountable when it came to my grades in school. Aunt Betty and Uncle Wood often visited us at the Wennen homestead in Whiteland, Indiana. There would be laughing and talking; getting caught up on all the recent family matters and reminiscing about the past; a feeling of hospitality would float through the air. Aunt Betty would never come visit without bringing some dessert: cookies, pies, cakes, you name it she probably brought it. There was a true friendship on display between my mom, Martha, and Aunt Betty; the rich talk of two sisters who had grown up together during the Great Depression. Stories of how they picked blackberries together and how they cut the grass at the old farmhouse (before gas powered lawnmowers). They would talk of the old farm life, relying on each other for the exact recollection of the details. The Wennen’s were blessed to have a strong extended family with the Copeland’s, the Morgan’s and the Francisco’s.