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Frances Lucille Sapp....July 8, 1912- July 8, 1999

"Always In Our Hearts"

Frances Lucille Sapp, 87, died Thursday at her daughter's home. She was born in Sheridan County, Kansas, to Frank Burt and Lena. Ms. Sapp grew up in Kansas and attended a one-room country school named Sunny Star. She graduated from Quinter High School in 1932 and moved to Albany shortly thereafter. She has lived in Albany since then. She had worked in a cannery, as a cook and as a beautician. She was a member of Oak Hill Community Church. She loved arts and crafts. Surviving are son Robert "Bud" of Albany; daughters Golden and Grace, both of Albany; brothers Ed of Portland and Ken of Albany; and 10 grandchildren, 20 great-grandchildren, and 6 great-great-grandchildren with 2 more on the way. Brothers Bob, Les, Elton and Lloyd and sisters Mabel and Sybil died earlier. Visitation is from 5 to 8 pm Monday at Fisher Funeral Home, 306 Washington SW. A funeral service will be at 10 am Tuesday with Pastor Les Bailey officiating. Burial will be at Waverly Cemetery. Contributions in Ms. Sapp's name can be made to the Oak Hill Community Church Memorial Fund in care of Fisher Funeral Home.

Words To Background Music: Fields of Gold You'll remember me when the West wind moves, Upon the fields of Barley... You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky, As we walk in fields of Gold... So she took her love for to gaze awhile, Upon the fields of Barley... In His arms she fell as her hair came down, Among the fields of Gold... Will you stay with me will you be my love, Among the fields of Barley... We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky, As we lie in fields of Gold... See the West wind move like a lover so, Upon the fields of Barley... Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth, Among the fields of Gold... I never made promises lightly... And there have been some that I've broken... But I swear in the days still left... We'll walk in fields of Gold... We'll walk in fields of Gold... Many Years have passed since those summer days, Among the fields of Barley... See the children run as the sun goes down, Among the fields of Gold... You'll remember me when the West wind moves, Upon the fields of Barley... You can tell the sun in his jealous sky, When we walked in fields of Gold... When we walked in fields of Gold... When we walked in fields of Gold... By Sting

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