Eleanor May Tyssen Honeycutt, age 94, of Chase City, Virginia passed away Friday, June 17, 2022. She was born April 27, 1928 in Williamsburg, Virginia and was the daughter of the late Henry August Tyssen, Sr. and the late Eleanor Mae Brekhus Tyssen.
In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Lige Honeycutt; son, Jay C. Honeycutt; brother, Henry A. Tyssen, Jr.; and sisters, Dorothy Opheim, Esther Marshall, Madge Bingley, Rosella “Billie” Parrish, and Rachel Greenleaf.
Eleanor is survived by her sons, Calvin L. Honeycutt (Sandy) and Raymond E. Honeycutt; grandchildren, Travis Honeycutt, Brian Honeycutt (Teresa), Kevin Honeycutt, Lauren Honeycutt (Isaac Bickel), and Jeff Honeycutt (Amy); great-grandgrandchildren, Timothy Honeycutt (Samantha), Jacob Honeycutt, Lilly Honeycutt, Cooper Bickel, Samantha Williams, Jake Williams and Hannah Park; and a great-great-grandchild, Alana Honeycutt. She is also survived by her sister, Jane Weilert (Tom); numerous nieces and nephews, and her special friends, Shirley Honeycutt, Ellinor Washington, and Dick Andrews.
Eleanor was a member of Our Savior’s Lutheran Church in Norge, Virginia. She was a former cafeteria worker and bus driver for James City County Schools. Eleanor was a homemaker/farmer and enjoyed gardening and raking hay each year. She was a jigsaw puzzle master and loved lighthouses and seashells.
The family will receive family and friends from 5 p.m. until 7 p.m, Tuesday, June 21, 2022 at Newcomb Allgood Funeral Home. A private service will be held at a later date.
In lieu of flowers, please consider memorial contributions in Eleanor’s memory to the Mecklenburg County Cancer Association, PO Box 311, Chase City, VA 23924, (www.mecklenburgcancer.org). Newcomb Allgood Funeral Home in Chase City, Virginia will be handling the arrangements.
“A Tribute to Mom”
by: Raymond Honeycutt
Eleanor May Tyssen Honeycutt
Born: April 27,1928 Died: June 17,2022
On behalf of Calvin and me, and our families, we would like to welcome you and thank you for the love and support given to us at this difficult time. Mom loved each of you in her special way. While not often spoken, her care and love for those near and far filled her heart and soul. Likewise, to know Mom was to love Mom. She routinely placed the needs of others before her own and would blush at any undue attention paid her way.
Rich in all of the ways that matter, she lived a simple, orderedlife.
She accepted all hand-me-downs with the intentions that “someone, down the road could use it!” Everything had a place and in its place it would be.
A simple but purposeful life.
Until the very end, she routinely asked about others withconcern about their well-being.
A simple but caring life.
Very few things upset Mom, with a few exceptions: her cable provider not carrying enough major league baseball games, hearing that somehow her picture appeared on Facebook, and the dreaded “all the sweets are gone!”
A simple but happy life.
Mom had a work ethic to match the best! She was always the first one up and generally the last one to bed. In between, she worked alongside the men in her life, doing whatever was needed to get the job done. Until this spring, she was Calvin’s only first mate in the hay fields, a role she held for 36 seasons. She would scoff at the thought that she should step back and take a more relaxed role on the farm! At least twice daily she would don her special “working hat” and head to the barn to complete her chores. Again, until this past fall, she mowed her own lawn, planted, and harvested her own garden. Her bread and butter pickles were second to none! Her yard was always clean! A fallen limb had no chance to remain on her lawn beyond sundown. She had a passion to burn things—but always first checking the local burn advisory hotline.
A simple but hard-working life.
Mom was a wise woman, but she was never one to gossip. When asked, “What’s the latest scoop, mom?” the reply was always the same… “You know I don’t know anything about that….” Truth be known, we all confided in her for the same reason. One grandchild said it best: “Grandma always loved me and never judged me!”
A simple but virtuous life.
Yes, Cooper, Grandma is an Angel! A simple life that made us allrich!
Rest in peace, dear one.
Your work here is done… sweet dreams, our precious Angel.