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| Blair, Billie Louise Scharnhorst Pruitt 264480 |
| Birth: 10/31/1932 Death: 01/19/2023 Marriage: TWICE |
| Cemetery: Cremated |
| Record Source: The Paris News |
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If you copy this information, please cite this as your source: Betsy Mills and Ron Brothers. The Death and Cemetery Records of Lamar County, Texas, ReBroMa Press, 2008, http://www.lamarcountytx.org/cemetery. (12/16/2025) |
| Notes THE PARIS NEWS, Jan 22, 2023: “A sweet spirit enters Heaven. After a long battle with COPD, Billie Louise Blair, 85, of Paris, Texas, passed away on Thursday, Jan. 19, 2023 at Focused Care of Sherman in Sherman, Texas. She was born to Sadie and Bill Scharnhorst on Oct. 31, 1937 in Corona, California. She was the middle sister to Ila Jean Johnson and Norma Dean Scharnhorst. Billie grew up and graduated from Dolores High School in Dolores, Colorado in 1955 and later acquired her own beauty shop in Aztec, New Mexico. She leaves behind three children, Sherry Blizzard, and husband, Jim Blizzard, of Piney Flats, Tennessee, Steve Pruitt, of Paris, Texas, and Tom Pruitt, and wife, Shanna Pruitt, both of Paris, Texas, and three bonus children, Shane and Rusty Chance and Kristi Lenard of Aztec, New Mexico, all of whom she loved very much. Billie’s legacy includes five grandchildren; Chris, Jerod, Colton, Talon and Zoe, and eight Great-Grandchildren. Billie was preceded in death by Thomas Pruitt in 1963, and Robert Blair in 2016. Per Billie’s wishes, a cremation will take place and her ashes will be scattered on the West Fork of the Dolores River where she loved to camp and fish for rainbow trout. She was a resident of Colonial Lodge Assisted Living for the last years of her life. Nothing describes Billie’s life better than her own “I Am From” poem that she wrote on April 10, 2010; ‘I am from the flour sack dresses that Mom made that I wore so proudly, from fresh corn of the cob and trout caught in an ice cold river. I am from an old white weathered farmhouse with a coal stove in the living room and a wood cookstove in the kitchen as our only heat, from the two lilac bushes outside our front door with Colorado columbine around the corner with bleeding hearts in amongst them. I am from the Fourth of July at my Uncle Walt’s house with Mom’s homemade ice cream and Granny’s white cake. I am from the Scharnhorst and the Peel’s, from honesty and tenderness. I am from “Never do anything for spite, you’ll only hurt yourself,” and from “Never, never take anything that’s not your own.” I am from walking down the lane to go to church with our neighbors, from Bible School at the Baptist Church. I am from German and Heinz 57 shoemakers, from homemade bread, gravy, pinto beans, and potatoes. I am from a Dad who read to us at night, from Amos and Andy and the Creaking Door on the radio. I am from a dad who taught me how to fish, and the Mom who taught me goodness and compassion for others. I am from memories of the farm, the potato cellar, canning cellar, the work it all took to make our lives whole and productive, from the meals Mom made out of everything we grew ourselves, the lunch—eaten in the garden by the ditch: radishes, tomatoes, cucumber, and lettuce. I am from simple country folks who knew what life was all about and from parents who love me and how I truly miss them yet today.’ Cremation was under the care and direction of Bright-Holland Funeral Home. To leave a message or tribute for the family please visit brighthollandfuneralhome.com.” |