Barbara Elaine Booth

The angels came for Barbara Elaine Williams Booth on September 11, 2017, three weeks after losing beloved husband, Dick Booth, after 63 years of marriage. We believe she didn't want to be without him any longer, or that he couldn't wait any longer for her to get there. Barbara was born January 27, 1934, in Pueblo, Colorado, where she resided her entire life. She attended public schools, and graduated from Central High in 1952. Her heart remained blue forever, and she had great fun planning and attending class reunions and 'Bell' games throughout her life. Her classmates became life-long friends, and she cherished those relationships. She leaves to grieve her absence her daughter, Paula Anselmo; son, Richard Eric Booth; granddaughter, Giana Anselmo; grandson, Jared Booth; and her adored brother, George R Williams. She also has many nieces and nephews that meant so much to her, especially her 'first born', Rip Williams. She was preceded in death by her husband, Dick; grandson, Augie Anselmo; parents, George and Ruth Williams; and sisters, Martha Williams Sanders and Denise Williams Pickett. Barbara started working at Public Service right after high school. She worked in the office for years, then decided to give meter-reading a shot. She thought she should do her part for women's liberation, and do a 'man's' job. She enjoyed it for awhile, until some nutcase threatened her with a gun for reading his meter, and she headed back into the office. She continued working in collections until she retired, often paying other people's bills so they didn't get their gas turned off. Barb and Dick co-owned a beauty shop, BelNor Salon, with neighbors, Rose and Eugene Debusk, for many years. Rose worked the salon and Barb kept the books. Those were fun years--lots of hairdo's and hair colors, and always something new. The neighborhood also provided an active social life --block parties, New Year's parties, and plenty of barbecues. Barbara was an excellent seamstress and she became a 4H leader for Paula and friends. We were blessed to learn many valuable life lessons from her, including sewing, needlepoint, crocheting, knitting, and cooking --most of which Barb didn't really like to do. She loved dolls --molding them from clay, painting and dressing them, and collecting them. Her collection is both outstanding and overwhelming. Barb was a generous and loving parent and wife. She taught us to give to the less fortunate and to save for a rainy day. She had clear ideas about what was right and wrong, and molded us in her own image. She adored her grandchildren, and was always there for them, emotionally, physically, and especially financially. She gave to any charity that asked --and the Indian orphans will sorely miss her donations. Her spirit is carried on in her children and grandchildren because she taught and loved us, but her work here is done. She laughed easily and often, and if she found something hilarious she couldn't wait to share it with everyone. She had a lifelong love of banana nut bread and jamoca almond fudge ice cream, and we all indulged her with it as gifts. She had an extraordinary beat of a simple human heart, and we will so miss all the laughter and love. Memorial service, 2 p.m. Friday September 15, in the Montgomery & Steward Chapel. In lieu of flowers and food, treat someone to an unexpected, unsolicited act of kindness. She would have loved that. Online condolences, www.montgomerysteward.com