Rebecca Lee Rogers

rebecca rogers

November 15, 1934 ~ April 22, 2024

Born in: Wingo, Kentucky
Resided in: Fairfax, Virginia

Rebecca “Becky” Rogers was born in Wingo, KY, the youngest of seven children; and was teased by her siblings for being Papa’s favorite (and rightly so). Though she was happy to leave the farm with the young soldier fresh from the Korean War, her heart and soul stayed behind in western Kentucky.

Devoted wife to Charles Ed Rogers (1928-2020). Loving mother of four; Stephen E Rogers, Pamela K. (Rogers) Reid, Charles S. Rogers, and Scott L. Rogers; grandmother of eight, and great grandmother of eleven. Her heart and home were a warm and welcoming place for them all.

She worked outside the home off and on for several years, but she was primarily a homemaker. She was courageous, strong, and witty; with an intellect that belied her limited formal schooling. She raised her children and grandchildren with a firm but loving hand, and reveled in their company (while leaving each one feeling that they were her favorite). Quick with the inside joke, a clever turn of a phrase and a sly smile; she was not one to sugar coat what they needed to hear…she could also soothe a broken heart. A leader by example, and an intuitive communicator; her benevolence continues on through the people who knew and loved her.

At her request; there will be no memorial service. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the American Diabetes Association or the American Cancer Society.

“It was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials…and from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean, calm beauty.

John Steinbeck

“The Grapes of Wrath”

“There’s a dream I keep having Where my mama comes to me And kneels down over my window And says a prayer for me I got my own way of prayin’ But every one’s begun With a southern accent Where I come from”.

Tom Petty

“Southern Accents”

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  1. I heard so many wonderful stories about your mom that I felt as if I knew her. She sounds amazing and her children are a reflection of her love, warmth, intellect and sense of humor.

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