Evelyn Allen Spry
May 27, 1914 ~ August 26, 2003
Resided in:
Arden, NC
Evelyn Allen Spry, 89, of Cedar Lane, Arden, died Tuesday, August 26, 2003.
Mrs. Spry was born in West Virginia and was married to William L. Spry who died in 1963. She served as an Army nurse in the European Theater during WW II where she achieved the rank of First Lieutenant. She had been a registered nurse in Asheville for 45 years working at Memorial Mission and St. Joseph Hospitals and in private duty. She was a member of the First Baptist Church.
Evelyn was an independent woman who stood for high moral beliefs and a strong work ethic. She was a giving person who asked for little in return.
She is survived by her son, Edward “Joe” Spry and his wife Judith of St. Charles, IL; three grandchildren, Jennifer, Patrick, and Christopher; three sisters, Charlotte Constantini, Lorraine Melton, and Virginia Tincher and two brothers, Pearl Allen and David Allen.
Funeral services will be at 11:00 am Friday in the Patton Avenue chapel of Groce Funeral Home with the Rev. Roy Dobyns officiating. Burial will be at Green Hills Cemetery.
Her family will receive friends one hour prior to the service at the funeral home and request that memorials be made to the Parkinson’s Disease Foundation, William Black Medical Building, Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center, New York, NY 10032-9982.
Evelyn was ‘One of a kind’ and very special.
Jenny, I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I am glad I was able to see you this past weekend. Please let everyone know I am thinking of them too, especially your dad. Please know that I am with you even when I can’t be physically there at this time. I don’t think you had ever told me all the wonderful things about your grandmother. I am impressed! You should definitely be proud, as I am certain she is proud of you.
Joe Spry:
So sorry to hear of the passing of your mother.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Not sure how I stabled on this 31 yrs too late, but I’ll fondly remember your mom as long as I have breath. I’ll never forget the meal she cooked in her tiny kitchen, and how sweet it was of her. She’s part a f my crazy youth, and those memories are treasures.