Jacquie S. Miller
I just now saw this. My heart is filled with sadness, but also great joy, remembering her beautiful spirit, and my love for her. Her legacy is warm and virtuous. She will always be alive in my heart, as will John.
Birth date: Dec 20, 1935 Death date: Jun 9, 2014
McKINNEY—Barbara C. Born December 20, 1935 in Hewett, WV passed away June 9, 2014. Preceded in death by her loving husband of 53 years, John; their 7 children, 4 sons, Mike (Teresa), Pat (Chris), Greg (Kelly), and Jeff (Lisa), 3 d Read Obituary
I just now saw this. My heart is filled with sadness, but also great joy, remembering her beautiful spirit, and my love for her. Her legacy is warm and virtuous. She will always be alive in my heart, as will John.
To Barbie, Terri, and Greg…and the rest of the McKinney Family, I am very sorry to hear this news, and so late at that. Our family's prayers are with yours… Sincerely, Mark Lowery
I believe I was too young to have any memories of Aunt Barb, but I do know how much she meant to my Mom, Susie, and how much she will be missed. My deepest condolences go out to her closest family and friends.Love, Kerry Strait
I will miss my sister, but I will see her again someday.We lived far from each other, but we were always in each other's hearts. When we were growing up, I would want her to give me a perm, and by the time she was finished with me, I was crying, because she was rough with my head. But the pain went away and I was happy with my "Tony" perm, and the next time I wanted one she would always remind me about me crying and I would promise her that I would not cry, but I sill did. When I graduated from high school, I moved in with her and John in Baltimore, and I was very attached to her kids which at that time were Mike, Pat, Sherri, Jeff and Greg. I remember that Jeff and Greg would play with worms and they knew I was scared of worms and they would chase me into the house and I would lock the screen door on them and wouldn't let them in and they would start crying for their mother and I would tell Barb what they had done and she would laugh and leave them out there. I will always love my sister, Love, Susie
Precious, godly lady. I always looked forward to our time together at Ladies' Bible Study. She had such words of wisdom to share. Lovely lady that I will certainly miss! Mischelle Foster
To my loving cousins all, Judy and I share in your sacred loss and your families will remain in our prayers and the prayers of our home church, Helena United Methodist Church in Timberlake, NC. I have many fond memories of your Mom and Dad and you all from our time growing up in Baltimore. Love and sympathy to you all as you remember and celebrate Aunt Barbara's life.Love Fred and Judy Burrows
Every time I saw Aunt Barbara, though times to few in recent years, it was a special time for me. The whole McKinney family were our special close people when I was growing up in Baltimore, Ohio. Uncle John and Aunt Barbara lived in a big house by the railroad tracks above the paper mill in the north side of town called "Rome Side." I made a lot of friends on that side of town from going to visit my cousins there, Mike and Pat and Sherri were all right around my age, and until they moved around the end of elementary school, were pretty much my closest buddies. Aunt Barbara was always there making us feel safe and well-fed. After they moved out West, we didn't get to see them so much but once every few years, we'd go back, or they'd come out. I remember one great Thanksgiving in the early '90's – I had just gotten married and we went out to Aunt Barbara and Uncle John's for the holiday. Aunt Barbara showed me her Oldsmobile Aurora, knowing I loved cars. I think she was pretty proud of that car, or at least willing to share the joy. I wish I had come out and visited more often. She was one wonderful lady, and I am proud to be a part of her family. Here's a poem I like for her:Crossing the BarBY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSONSunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.Love you, Aunt Barbara.Kenny Workman
Aunt Barbara was good to me when I was a young child. I have many fond memories of her and the whole family.Love Mark Workman