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Velma R. Snowden

Services for Velma R. Snowden will be at 10:00a.m. on Saturday, July 15, 2023 at Beulah Baptist Church. Rev. Terry Kirk will be officiating.


Dearest “Madea/ Dea” “Aunt Ruth” what a woman! We miss you. We love you. Velma Ruth Snowden affectionately known to us as “Madea” or Dea”, to her friends as “Ruth” and to her nieces and nephews as “Aunt Ruth”, went home to be with our Lord and Savior and her sons Roy and David Snowden on Jul 3rd, 2023.


At an early age she accepted Christ as her Lord and Savior. She was born to Mary Wade and Charlie Brown on March 15, 1936 in Cheneyville, Louisiana. She married once to Auguster Snowden and together they had 5 children, Roy, Jerl, Augusta, Cathy and David. She is survived and eternally loved by Jerl, Augusta, Cathy, her grandchildren Tasha, Corey, Derrick, Daviante, Demerius, Angelica, Shacobia, Jermaine and a host of other grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Additionally, she is also survived and eternally loved by her baby brother Roy Brown and a host of special nieces and nephews. Madea, was also beloved as a second mother to Dorcus Duncan and Carolyn McDaniels.


What a phenomenal woman she was! She moved with effortless grace, poise and confidence. She loved fiercely. She felt deeply. She was strong, wise and fearless. She took nothing off no one. She’d say “Don’t bring it to me, if you don’t want me to finish it!” She loved music, she loved to dance, she loved to bake, she loved sweets. She had an amazing personality; funny, witty, and certainly had a way with words. You were always going to get a pound of love and a dose of whatever else she had to say, including but not limited to driving from the passenger side! And, she never drove a car. Fashion was a true passion; she had effortless style. She accomplished many things in life. She retired from Piccadilly Cafeteria and Leas Lunchroom, but perhaps her greatest and best accomplishment was the rearing of her children, through times in life that were not always kind.


Madea taught us so much about love and affection. She loved us unconditionally. We are all her children and there was never a question about the depth of her love for us. Adversity teaches us things about ourselves that we otherwise wouldn’t think we had the strength, courage or wisdom to endure. We have seen Madea endure. We have seen her courage, we have seen her strength. We have seen her make a way out of nothing. God held her and gave her everything she needed to raise 4 of her 5 children, to be a part of the village helping to raise her nieces and nephews, and to raise the first two grandchildren and the last three. She gave us everything she had and more. We could never repay her and we have done everything we could to make sure she never wondered or questioned the depth of our love for her. Everyday, every conversation, we said “I love you.” We can’t express the blessing and the joy of having her for 88 years. Everyone isn’t as blessed. At the same time, we hurt. PSALMS 30:5 says “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Grief is a marathon not a sprint. Unless you have lost a child you don’t know the grip that grief has on you. Grief gripped Madea so tightly. The pain was too much to bare. On the 4-year anniversary of David’s passing, she went home to be with her son. God grant us the strength to endure through our grief and the courage to heal and find our joy, so that we may continue to live and take care of ourselves. Amen.


Poem for Our Madea, Our Dea, our Aunt Ruth

Our Everything”

She was our Wisdom

She was our Inspiration

She was our History

She was our Hope

She was our Deliverer

She was our Peace

She was our Burden Barer

She was our Love

She was our Joy

She was our Foundation

She was our Flower

She was our Mother

She was our Sister

She was our Aunt

She was our Cousin

She was our Friend

She was our Past

She was our Present

She was our Future

She was our Truth

She was our Forgiveness

She was our Hope in Christ

She was the Strength we aspire to have. Well Done, my girl.

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