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Victoria Louise Fleming -- my best friend, wife, lover and mother of Philip, George and Gary, departed this earth on May 15, 1999. She was born on November 4, 1924 in Santa Barbara, to Filippo and Victoria Dal Vecchio, who preceded her in death. I met Viki at Mom's Italian Village, February, 1945, and we were married on October 7, 1945 at Santa Barbara Old Mission. She was very supportive of my military career, following me to such places as Travis AFB, CA, Pearl Harbor Hickman AFB, HI, Tachi Kawa AFB, Japan, McGuire AFB, NJ, and Rhein-Mainz Frankfurt, Germany. She spent five years taking care of the family while I was away on military duty. We returned to to Goleta and settled down in 1972. Viki worked on projects at Franceschi Park and belonged to the Santa Barbara County Horticulture Society as well as the ItalianAmerican Boot Club working in the Festa for many years and making many friends. She is survived by her loving husband, Bryant; son, Philip of Goleta; son, George and family Annette and Kendra of Titusville, Florida; son, Gary and family Stephanie and Lauren Victoria of Santa Barbara; sisters, Norma Blackmun of Santa Barbara and Ida Lick of Montecito; several nieces, nephews and cousins. She will be missed very much by family and friends alike. "Bon voyage my darling and love always" -- Bryant LeRoy Fleming. Visitation was held at Welch-Rvce-Haider Goleta Chapel, Friday, May 21 from 4 P.M. till 8 P.M. Memorial Donations may
be made to the American Heart Association, Santa Barbara County Chapter,
212 W. Figueroa, Santa Barbara, CA 93101.
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an angel, and flies up to tell God A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. People dis- appear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time, when they're supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rain- bows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind- songs, they whisper to us, don't miss me too much. The view is nice and I'm doing just fine. - Ashley |
