Florence Burlando James, age 81, passed away on Friday, November 12, 1999 of complications associated with age and Alzheimer's disease. At the time of her death, she was a resident of the Manor Care Center in suburban Pittsburgh, near the home of her eldest son. She had previously resided for many years near New Orleans, Louisiana and Detroit, Michigan after moving from Salt Lake City, Utah where she was raised.
Florence was born February 16, 1918 in Kimberly, South Africa to Victor and Catherine Burlando, immigrating to the U.S. at age eight with her widowed mother.Survivors include her three children, Raymond A. James [Sylvia] of Gibsonia, Pennsylvania; Elizabeth J. Norton [Robert] of Orem, Utah; and John V. James [Kathryn] of Walled Lake, Michigan; 11 grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her beloved husband, Raymond Allen James, to whom she was married September 9, 1938 in the Salt Lake City Temple.
Florence was an active member of the LDS church, serving selflessly throughout her life in many ward and stake callings, including seminary teacher, Primary President, Relief Society President, and Bishop's wife.
Florence will always be remembered for her enthusiastic spirit, playful sense of humor, kind heart and marvelous creativity. She shared with family, friends, and church her many talents, including arts and crafts, painting, baking, puppetry, and storytelling, to name but a few. Interacting with her grandchildren, camping in the mountains, and pursuing family history were numbered among her favorite activities. Those who knew Florence will sorely miss her, but rejoice in the knowledge that she has reunited with loved ones who preceded her.
Funeral services will be held Saturday, November 20, 1999, at 11 a.m. in the Walker Sanderson Funeral Home, 646 East 800 North, Orem. Friends may call at the funeral home Friday evening, 6-8 p.m., or Saturday, from 9:45-10:45 a.m. prior to the service. Burial will follow at Murray City Cemetery.
"She added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom she did some loving service to bring a blossom to her grave, she would sleep tonight beneath a wilderness of flowers."
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