11/29/2025
We're sad to learn of the passing of our friend Norma, who called Bluegrass Terrace home for several years. Our thoughts and prayers are with her family in their time of grief. The following is copied from her daughter, Vickys Facebook post.
“My mom, Norma Crow, 86, passed away - appropriately, and perhaps poetically - on Black Friday, November 28, 2025. A woman who never met a sale she didn’t like, she chose the biggest shopping day of the year to make her graceful exit.
Born to Clyde and Alice in a tiny town in southern Illinois, Norma figured out early that small-town life was just too small for her big spirit. After surviving childhood tuberculosis, the loss of her father at 14, and ovarian tumors as a teenager, she set her sights on adventure. In her twenties, Norma skied, scuba-dived, lived it up in Florida and California, and danced to folk music and Ray Charles. She was extremely stylish, never short on invitations to date, but always fiercely independent.
She built an impressive career as an executive secretary at Cape Canaveral in Cocoa Beach, Florida, and later at Aerospace Corporation in El Segundo, California, spending her days amid rockets, engineers, and the early days of space history, all while looking like a star.
In 1964, Norma married George Crow, a widowed sailor with four small children (Michael, David, Marke, and Ruth). Not everyone would take on that kind of challenge, but Norma embraced mothering with grace, grit, and a sense of humor. It was a miracle when they welcomed their daughter, Vicki, considering George’s previous injuries and Norma’s fraction of a remaining o***y. Norma wasn’t a woman who accepted “no” from life.
She later found her professional calling in public relations, working tirelessly at St. Therese Hospital in Waukegan, Illinois, and St. Elizabeth’s in Belleville, Illinois, as a single mother, earning respect and admiration despite never having a college degree. She was living proof that competence, charm, and work ethic beat credentials any day.
Norma was an accomplished watercolor artist (with her work displayed at Columbia Art League), a DIY crafter before Pinterest made it cool, and a champion shopper who always found the best deals. Her homemade Halloween costumes were legendary. She adored her 13 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren (three great-great-grandchildren not yet born) and loved nothing more than baking, painting, and making glorious messes with them.
In retirement, Norma enjoyed life in Columbia, Missouri, where her beloved daughter Ruth and family cared for her with devotion as dementia quietly pulled her away from the world she had embraced so fiercely. Even as her memory faded, her sweetness remained.
Norma survived more medical crises than most people accumulate in three lifetimes - Type 1 diabetes as a young adult, countless complications, and a quadruple bypass at age 80. After that surgery, she wondered how she survived the heart attack that led to it. The answer is simple: so we could have more time with her, learn from her resilience, and give back a fraction of the love she poured into the world.
Hers was a life well and fully lived - brave, creative, generous, stubborn in all the right ways, and rich with love. She was a fighter, a survivor, an artist, a mother, and a friend to everyone she met.
And if there’s shopping and art or painting classes available in heaven, we’re sure she’s already teaching watercolor technique to her fellow angels and has found the best and most stylish bargains available.”