Beverly Mae Beaver Schrader
December 2, 1929 ~ October 15, 2020
Obituary For Beverly Mae Beaver Schrader
Beverly Mae Beaver Schrader of Lovettsville, Virginia, died peacefully at 8:30 pm October 15 at Inova Loudoun Hospital at age 90. She is now reunited in death with her beloved husband, Alan Lyle Schrader, who passed away August 24, 1981 at age 51.
She is survived by son Kent (Judy) Schrader of Fredericksburg and daughter Anne (Tom) Lussier of Lovettsville, twelve grandchildren – Laura Dooley, Diana Duke, James Schrader, Mandi Schrader, Cindy Taylor, Gary Schrader, Alycia Schrader Garcia, Brandon Schrader, Michelle Cross, Mark Lussier, Joseph Lussier, and Julianne Perone, and twenty-one great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her husband Alan, her parents, Clarence Edward Beaver and Opal Faye Beaver, sister Phyllis Dralle, and niece Sherry Miller. She is also survived by twelve nieces and nephews and their children.
Beverly was born December 2, 1929 in Centralia, Illinois. Her family later moved to Champaign, Illinois where Beverly attended Champaign High School. It was there that she met the love of her life, Alan, son of Paul and Dorothy Schrader of Champaign, on a hayride, at age 16. They both later completed college at the University of Illinois in Urbana where she became an Art major. She was also very active in the Pi Beta Phi sorority in college and for many years thereafter.
She and Alan were married on June 9, 1951. They initially settled in Columbus, Indiana and later moved to Indianapolis where Alan joined the Indianapolis Star newspaper and Beverly became a department store artist. Kent and Anne were born in 1956 and 1959, respectfully, and later in 1959 the family moved to Oklahoma City. In 1966, another promotion for Alan led the family to McLean, Virginia, where the children grew up. In 1977, Alan and Beverly relocated to Pittsburgh, PA. After Alan’s death in 1981, Beverly relocated to northern Virginia.
Beverly was always fully devoted to her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren who lovingly knew her as “Nina.” She was also completely devoted to Alan, who truly was the love of her life. Since his passing in 1981, she has recalled memories, expressed her love, and mourned his passing almost daily. Each day, as sister-in-law Marianne recently described, it was “as if Alan had died yesterday." They truly gave each other joy. We will miss her for the rest of our lives and we rejoice that they are now reunited in heaven.
A family graveside service will be held at National Memorial Park. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Salvation Army or to the church of your choice. Online condolences and fond memories may be offered to the family at www.moneyandking.com
Beverly Mae Beaver Schrader of Lovettsville, Virginia, died peacefully at 8:30 pm October 15 at Inova Loudoun Hospital at age 90. She is now reunited in death with her beloved husband, Alan Lyle Schrader, who passed away August 24, 1981 at age 51.
She is survived by son Kent (Judy) Schrader of Fredericksburg and daughter Anne (Tom) Lussier of Lovettsville, twelve grandchildren – Laura Dooley, Diana Duke, James Schrader, Mandi Schrader, Cindy Taylor, Gary Schrader, Alycia Schrader Garcia, Brandon Schrader, Michelle Cross, Mark Lussier, Joseph Lussier, and Julianne Perone, and twenty-one great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her husband Alan, her parents, Clarence Edward Beaver and Opal Faye Beaver, sister Phyllis Dralle, and niece Sherry Miller. She is also survived by twelve nieces and nephews and their children.
Beverly was born December 2, 1929 in Centralia, Illinois. Her family later moved to Champaign, Illinois where Beverly attended Champaign High School. It was there that she met the love of her life, Alan, son of Paul and Dorothy Schrader of Champaign, on a hayride, at age 16. They both later completed college at the University of Illinois in Urbana where she became an Art major. She was also very active in the Pi Beta Phi sorority in college and for many years thereafter.
She and Alan were married on June 9, 1951. They initially settled in Columbus, Indiana and later moved to Indianapolis where Alan joined the Indianapolis Star newspaper and Beverly became a department store artist. Kent and Anne were born in 1956 and 1959, respectfully, and later in 1959 the family moved to Oklahoma City. In 1966, another promotion for Alan led the family to McLean, Virginia, where the children grew up. In 1977, Alan and Beverly relocated to Pittsburgh, PA. After Alan’s death in 1981, Beverly relocated to northern Virginia.
Beverly was always fully devoted to her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren who lovingly knew her as “Nina.” She was also completely devoted to Alan, who truly was the love of her life. Since his passing in 1981, she has recalled memories, expressed her love, and mourned his passing almost daily. Each day, as sister-in-law Marianne recently described, it was “as if Alan had died yesterday." They truly gave each other joy. We will miss her for the rest of our lives and we rejoice that they are now reunited in heaven.
A family graveside service will be held at National Memorial Park. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Salvation Army or to the church of your choice. Online condolences and fond memories may be offered to the family at www.moneyandking.com
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We are sad to hear of Bev’s/Nina’s passing. Thank you for sharing such wonderful memories in her obituary. Hugs and prayers go to all her family and friends from us.
To get right to the bottom line, our mom was the best mother any person could ever dream of. We don’t get to choose our mothers, but if I could have, Beverly Mae Beaver Schrader would have been at the top of my list. In every deed she did and every word she spoke, you knew there was love. Dad was always there for us as well, but day-to-day, mom was the one to help make sure we had the best outcomes while we were growing up and all the way until October 15, 2020. Even up to last week, important certain events in my life were not complete until I had a chance to tell my mom. Mom was the one who put a bandage on a skinned knee. She was the one who got excited if we came home with a good grade in school. She was the ‘can do’ person. “You can do this.” “You can get through that” “You can become this.” I grew up knowing that mom thought I could become the President of the United States – if had wanted to. She was also the one who might have said “no” if we asked to do something she thought we shouldn’t, like buy a mini bike or a go-kart. I still want a mini bike! But underneath the “no’s,” we knew those “no’s” meant love. She wanted us to be safe. A lot of us are now parents, so we have a much better under standing of this. Mom wanted us to be happy, healthy, and safe, and she wanted to teach us the things she thought we need to know to grow up to be independent. In all that, the reason was love. Now, anyone who knows mom knows that she was – let’s just say – careful with her money. Dad made the money, but if it had all been spent, there wouldn’t have been a cushion for emergencies or for bigger ticket items like the vacations we took. Mom was the one who made sure there was always that cushion. She made sure that all of our needs were met and some of our wants. When I wanted my first ten-speed bike, that was an item I had to save for. My photo enlarger, I had to save for. By being forced to handle those things on my own, I learned a lifetime value about the importance of saving – and also how hard that is to do! At the same time, Christmas and birthdays were always joyful – with great presents, complete satisfaction, and love. Mom didn’t buy fancy things for herself. The things she budgeted for were always for her family first and not herself. Mom knew how to “make do” with what she had, and she did it. Mom showed care and caution with her money all the way up to last week. She wasn’t shy about talking about it either. What she didn’t say was the reason for it all. She knew that one day, it would be her time to meet God and she wanted to leave behind whatever she could to Anne and me. And she worked hard to help make that happen. Underneath it all, was love. Mom set the bar high. I haven’t always done as she did but the times I have, I have always done best. For the rest of my life, with every decision I make, I’ll be hearing mom in the background, cheering for me, telling me what’s best, and loving me. I love you mom! Love forever, Kent