Beverly Ann Kipp of rural Potwin died March 23 at Ascension Via Christi St. Francis in Wichita, KS. She was born March 1, 1939 in Iola, KS to John A. Kipp and Marjorie Ruth Kipp of Piqua, KS. She was predeceased by her parents and a brother, John Phillip Kipp.
Beverly retired from the U.S. Postal Service in 1992 after 23 years of service. She served as a letter carrier, clerk, and as a postmaster.
She is survived by her partner of 41 years, Christine King, of the home; two children, John Seuell (Kelly) of Ft. Worth, TX and Tammy Cruz of Topeka, KS; five grandchildren, Daniel Jeffries, Sarah Seuell-Winn (D.J.), Rachel Seuell-Conrade (Charlie), Andrew Seuell (Destiny), and Emily Seuell; and five great-grandchildren. She is also survived by a sister-in-law, Hilda Kipp, and numerous nieces and nephews.
A more complete obituary and a tribute from a granddaughter will be posted at carsoncolonial.com.
My Grandma, Beverly Kipp
A Tribute by Sarah Seuell-WinnMarch, 2021
My Grandma Beverly was a fierce soul, so incredibly ahead of her time.As long ago as I can remember, I recall her spoiling me with Necco candies, taking me to the theater and then to Bobo’s Diner to discuss characters, plot lines and overall meaning. She inspired me to participate in theater in middle school, and while I was terrible, she was my biggest fan.She always pulled up in her pickup truck dressed in colorful, whimsical clothing, long skirts, scarves, floral prints, bright colors and big-framed red glasses that I adored. She had a distinct romantic smell of floral and patchouli, probably the reason I love those scents still. She always wore the same red lipstick that left red marks on my cheek when she kissed me goodbye. She came bearing trinkets -- books, interesting articles, or doughnuts from Munchers.She introduced me to Indian food at The Merc and constantly challenged my pallet with her interesting foods. She took us to museums and zoos and explored nature with us every chance she got. She taught me to try new things and to appreciate the small things in life.Grandma Beverly loved to read, paint wildflowers and quilt. Her home was filled with newspaper clippings, how-to books and novels. Her paintings were meticulous, filled with purple lilacs, small daisies and yellow tulips. Her quilts were full of love, and each had a meaning. She made them from scraps chosen from a wall of shelved fabric she had collected over time. Each piece was its own story. She was her own biggest critic, but her work was divine. She sent all of her grandchildren newspaper clips of drawings, contests and nature articles, and gave each of us gift subscriptions to magazines focused on nature and education.She and her partner Chris spent more than 40 years together. I first knew them from their home with the atrium in Ozawkie (where they grew the largest watermelon I’d ever seen), to their farm just outside Lawrence (where she did her best painting), to her final home in the hills of rural Potwin, KS where they grew their own food and enjoyed their animals. There, their two dogs had room to roam, their chickens flourished, and their gardens bloomed.To say she was stubborn and rebellious would be an understatement. She and Chris were vegetarians, but Grandma snuck a burger every chance she got and she had a soft spot for Runza.In her final days she refused to see us, maybe to protect us from what was happening. Or maybe to ensure I would keep remembering her -- as I will -- sitting on a porch swing, holding my hand, humming the day away.My grandmother knew how to live slow, to enjoy life’s sweetest moments and to value shared experiences over monetary things. I’ll miss her every day. I hope she’s with her mom, catching up on all life has thrown at her.This is not goodbye, rather a “see you later, Grandma.”
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