Angela Russell

Angela was born Angela Carol Hammond on April 9, 1945 in Normanton, in the West
Riding of Yorkshire, England. She was the second daughter of James and Lille
Hammond, younger sister of Patricia Ann and later older sister of Philip James.
She attended Castleford Road Junior School from 1950 to 1951 and then Woodhouse
Junior School when the family relocated to a new house at Garth Avenue,
Normanton. In 1956 she transferred to Normanton Secondary Modern School and
later to the Whitwood Mining and Technical Training College on the outskirts of
the nearby town of Castleford. Upon receiving her technical degree, she joined the Motor Union Insurance Company in Leeds, with her sister, as a full time employee at the young age of 15.
In October 1963, at the age of 18, Angela came to California, on a holiday, with her sister Pat and Pat’s new husband, Robert Taylor (Bob). This temporary arrangement became permanent and then she met Sid Russell, (Russ) in January 1968 and then were married on October 18th 1969. Angela truly enjoyed working for several companies, over her professional career, including State Farm, Graybar, BEI as well as volunteering at Cottage Hospital. She loved so many of the people at the institutions and became close friends with so many.
To Bob, she was the younger sister he never had and took his in loco parentis
duties on behalf of her Dad, very seriously. Suspicious of the intent of this American
boy introduced by Angela, it must have been a tough “interview” for Russ!
He eventually won the approval of Bob, and as we all know Angela was blessed
with a life partner and friend in Russ who has proven his loyalty and devotion
to his princess in so many ways, not least in these last several weeks, and over 45
years.
We who knew and loved Angela as a sister, wife, cousin or true friend will miss her always and
she will, of course, live on in our memories.
From her brother;
She shall not grow old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary her,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the Sun
and in the morning,
We will remember her.
She sleeps beyond England’s foam.
Goodnight sweet princess and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.