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Beatrice Hilda DavisFebruary 10, 1921 ~ December 17, 2017 (age 96)
Beatrice H. Davis, age 96 of Bemidji, MN died Sunday, December 17, 2017 at Touch of Home in Bemidji.
Beatrice Hilda Davis (Schultz) was a master gardener, talented seamstress, devoted wife and mother. The prime of her years she spent alongside the only man she ever loved, Quentin “Dave/Bud” Davis. In times apart due to Dave's careers and the war, and even when he was declared missing in action her love for him was unfailing. Bea cherished each one of her children; Ronald, Bonnie, Joan, David, Jack, Deborah, and the two angel babies she never got a chance to raise. Aside from her family her greatest passions included gardening, embroidering, collecting, spending time outdoors, and her many dear pets over the years. She spent countless happy hours playing games with and telling stories to her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. While she never admitted to being an artist she did always manage to create something delightful or useful out of ordinary things. Once the kids were grown she proudly labored over handmade blankets with which she welcomed each grandbaby earthside. Her many beautiful quilts and hand-stitched linens have become treasured heirlooms in the families of her children and her children's children. After her beloved Dave joined the band in the sky, Beatrice lived her remaining years under the doting care of her youngest daughter Deborah. As she aged she became known as “the ladybug lady” especially among her doctors, nurses, and surgeons – giving each of her caregivers a little glass ladybug as a token of her thoughtfulness. Her generosity and kindness were just as unforgettable as her sense of humor. When her mobility limited her time outside, she brought the beauty of the outdoors in with her thriving plants and colorful decor of butterflies and hummingbirds. That woman could tame a bumblebee, heal a wounded bird, and make any seed sprout and grow. She had a magic connection to the earth, a connection she passed down to all her descendants as our greatest inheritance. Her body has expired, but her wisdom lives on as her stories are retold and her light is remembered. Bea's spirit now walks barefoot in an eternal garden, free from earthly limitations and pain. You're sure to still steal glimpses of her – in the flutter of a hummingbirds wing, in the juicy bite of an heirloom tomato, in the cleverness of a good riddle... and if you're lucky enough to be a member of her brood, you may catch a little bit of her in yourself when you look in the mirror.
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