Helen Louise Snyder Cobb, 99, died July 21, 2016, at Southwood Rehabilitation Center, Terre Haute, where she resided for the last ten years. Helen was born March 27, 1917, in South Whitley, to Meda Holler and Firmer Snyder. She had six brothers and two sisters, all are deceased. Helen and her late husband of 65 years Donald Earl Cobb, married on May 3, 1941. They lived most of their lives in South Whitley.
They have three children: Donna Shriner Rogers, Bowie Texas; Steven (Cindy) Cobb, Carmel; and Jean (Bob) Emmons, Sullivan. They also have six grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren.
While her three children were in elementary and high school, they lived in Lima, Ohio; Albion; and Cocoa Beach, Fla. Helen was a beautician and briefly owned her own salon before becoming a homemaker. In high school, she was a cheerleader and played basketball for four years. Helen was a member of South Whitley Church of the Brethren. She always enjoyed music, dancing, singing, and especially drinking coffee.
Cremation has been chosen and a private burial will be in South Whitley Cemetery. The family would like to thank all of those who have sent cards, gifts, and shown support during this difficult time. Greiner Funeral Home, Terre Haute, has been entrusted with care and arrangements.
I had two Mothers – two Mothers I claim
Two different people, yet with the same name.
Two separate women, diverse by design,
But I loved them both because they were mine.
The first was the Mother who carried me here,
Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career.
She was the one whose features I bear,
Complete with the facial expressions I wear.
She gave her love, which follows me yet,
Along with the examples in life she set.
As I got older, she somehow younger grew,
And we’d laugh as just Mothers and daughters do.
But then came the time that her mind clouded so,
And I sensed that the Mother I knew would soon go.
So quickly she changed and turned into the other,
A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my Mother.
Oh, she looked the same, at least at arm’s length,
But now she was the child and I was her strength.
We’d come full circle, we women three,
My Mother the first, the second and me.
And if my own children should come to a day,
When a new Mother comes and the old goes away,
I’d ask of them nothing that I didn’t do.
Love both of your Mothers as both loved you.