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“Auntie Elizabeth made the best chocolate brownies I've ever eaten. She also had a wonderful sense of humor. Those already in Heaven will be...Read More »
1 of 5 | Posted by: Stephenie Chandler - CA - Family

“Love you grandma. I will miss you so much. ”
2 of 5 | Posted by: A friend

“Our condolences go out to the Adair family. She surely will be missed. ”
3 of 5 | Posted by: Dan and Marce Quesada - Brentwood, CA

4 of 5 | Posted by: KELLEY - OH

“Love you grandma. You will be missed. ”
5 of 5 | Posted by: Scott Adair - Salt Lake City, UT

Elizabeth Frances Adair, resident of Aptos, California, was born on August 25th, 1922 to Kenneth McKee Coykendall and Katherine Easterby Maynard. Elizabeth died peacefully in her home on Mother's Day, May 14th, 2017.

Elizabeth is survived by her husband of seventy-five (75) years, Vern Lee Adair, whom she met at a college dance. Together they had four children; Robin Katherine Adair, Robert Lee Adair (passed), Randolph Mark Adair and Gary McKee Adair.

By and through her children Elizabeth's legacy includes eight (8) grandchildren, eighteen (18) great grandchildren, two (2) great-great grandchildren, and three (3) great-great-great grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her two sisters Katherine Christensen and Adele Albright.

Elizabeth was known as a lover of life. Amongst many things she was a cook, an artist, and an expert swimmer. She swam around the Santa Cruz wharf many times and was given the nick-name "corky" because of her uncanny ability to float.

Elizabeth will be missed by all who knew her. Her life and personality can be captured, in part, through two poems written about her by family members, both written prior to her passing.

The Baby's Shoes
By Adele M. Maynard (Elizabeth's Grandmother)

A pair of stubby little shoes,
with badly scuffed and roughened toes,
worn by a pair of little feet-
so precious and so very sweet.

Oh baby feet, so soft and pink,
of long and weary miles, I think,
that you must travel ere you rest
on some far sunlit mountain crest.

Through canyons deep, dark with despair,
God keep you in his loving care.

Though cut by rocks and torn by briars,
ambitions foiled and crushed desires,
yet brightened by the blossoms fair
of love and friendship – treasures rare.

'Tis well that we cannot foresee
the trials that in your path may be;
Although the road be rough and steep
may you go safely, little feet.

A recipe for Grandma
By Scott McKee Adair (Elizabeth's Grandson)

• Brown sugar.
• Cream of wheat.
• Chocolate kisses (semi sweet).
• 1 Tsp love.
• A buttered scone.
Mix on slow in Grandma's home.
• Red plum jam (set aside).
• 2 poached eggs (never fried).
• A dash of laughter.
• Hand churned cream.
Blend it well with one sweet dream.
• Hand and foot.
• Ocean air.
• One sweet voice (add golden hair).
• A murder novel.
• Sunny weather.
Take them all and beat together.
• Cook with mercy (for 90 years).
• Serve with love and frosty tears.
• Add the milk.
• Enjoy when done.
Repeat again with each day's sun.