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Vera Prante

Vera L. Prante

March 2, 1925 - December 5, 2009

Vera L. Prante, 84, of Gleed, Wash., passed away at home on Saturday, Dec. 5, 2009, surrounded by her loving family. She goes in the arms of the Lord.
Vera was born March 2, 1925, in Hood River, Ore., to John W. Cosgrove (Cosgiff) and Edith Gibson (Leasure), coming from a long line of Irish and German descendants. She was raised and educated in Parkdale, Ore.
Vera became a homemaker, and also worked at the Parkdale Warehouse, Hood River Cannery, laundry, both in Hood River and Portland, Ore.
She especially enjoyed her family and grandchildren. In addition to her family she enjoyed her best friend, Shirley Stilner, of Morton, Wash., since the early 1950s.
Her penmanship was lovely and everyone enjoyed her long letters. She played puzzle books, loved fishing, picnics and her pets. In 1969 she came to Yakima, making it her home.
Survivors include her son Larry Scott, of Hood River, Ore.; daughter Marla Prante, of Yakima, Wash.; grandchildren Linc and Cam Scott, of Hood River, Clinton Prante, of Bryson City, N.C., and Charis Prante, of Yakima; great-grandchildren Heather, Josh, Jared and C.J. Scott, all of Hood River, Kerstin Prante, of Bryson City, N.C., and Brooklynn Prante, of Yakima. We will miss our Nana.
Vera is preceded in death by her parents and husbands Jean Scott, Lamar Allen and George Prante; her brothers Robert Cosgrove, of Burney, Calif., and Glenn Cosgrove, of Hood River.
The family wishes to thank the hospice team and all of our friends for everything, and Debbie Roberts for the loving care of Mother when we were in need.
Services were held at the Parkdale Cemetery in Parkdale, on Wednesday, Dec. 9. Those wishing to honor her memory may contribute to the Gleed Block Watch, Pam Wickersham or to the Yakima Hospice.
Vera will be fishin’ with her father, John.

Fishin’ in Heaven, a cloud for a boat,
A star for a lure, and my wings for a coat.
I’ll look til I find me the best fishin’ hole,
The tail of a comet I’ll use for a pole.
Some angel hair line and a pearl for some bait,
St. Peter I’m coming, I hope I’m not late.
My halo will be just the thing for a reel,
Peaceful serenity that’s what I’ll feel.
Fishin’ in Heaven, what more could I ask?

Send condolences at www.valleyhillsfh.com.