December 8, 1915 November 18, 1986
PHILADELPHIA SEVENTH DAY ADVENTIST CHURCH
Weymouth Rhymer Highway
Tuesday, November 25, 1986
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At the Church
9:00 9:30 a.m.
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St. Th.;".s, V-%
Order of Service
Remarks ......................... Pastor Glenville Allen
Hymn........................... "When All My Labors"
Scripture Reading ........................ Gordon WlIson
Psalm 90:1 12
Prayer............................ Pastor Allen Waters
Musical Selection .................... .. .Dorcas Society
When Peace Like A River"
Sermonette .................. ... Pator Glenville Allen
Musical Selection. ................ ........ Church Group
"Because He Lives"
Closing Hymn ........... "Not Now But In the Coming Years"
Prayer ........................... Pastor Glenville Allen
AT THE GRAVESITE
"Just A Closer Walk Wth Thee"
"How Sweet Are The Tidings"
Hamid-Leanore Acosta, Helen Roman,
Haydee Acosta. Hedy Colon, Honorata Acosta
Henry Acosta and Hipolito Acosta, Jr.
Helita Mercado, Lucia and Maria Espinos
Julio and Cruz Espinosa
13 GREAT GRANDCHILDREN
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December 8, 1915 November 18. 1986
By whatever name she was known, Concha, Dona Concha,
Mis' Sasso, Mother or Grandma, she was a woman with a warm
and understanding heart who was kind to a fault! This is the
person we all knew and loved each in our own way.
Conchita Acosta was born on December 8, 1915 on the
island of Culebra, Puerto Rico, and was the daughter of Eulogia
and Fermin Espinosa. Her family moved to St. Croix when
Concha was quite young and it was there that she attended
school and grew into adulthood. It was also in Christiansted, St.
Croix that she met and married her late husband Hipolito
Acosta. They were married on April 8, 1934. That marriage
lasted until death separated them on May 2, 1984 when
"Sasso," as he was affectionately known, passed away.
Shortly after their marriage the Acostas moved to St.
Thomas and started a family; this family was to consist of eight
children; six daughters and two sons. Concha, always a woman
devoted to her family, was a seamstress, sewing to augment her
husband's earnings. In 1953 the family moved to New York. It
was there that, in an effort to improve her already well-known
skills in dressmaking, Concha attended night school and became
proficient in the use of the industrial sewing equipment and
expanded her knowledge in the field. This enabled her to gain
employment in several sewing factories.
The family returned to St. Thomas in 1963. In December
1971, their lives were saddened with the passing of their eldest
daughter, Hilda Acosta Steele.
With the family's return home, Concha also returned to
her faithful sewing machine and to many of her old customers.
She was always adding new customers as word of her sewing
skills were passed from one to the other. Her prices always
modest, her aim was to please her customers and provide a serv-
ice marked by friendliness and love. If you couldn't pay today,
she never kept the finished product until payment was made.
That was "Mis' Sasso."
Her sudden death late on the night of November 18, 1986
has taken from her family a devoted Mother, Grandmother;
from her customers a skillful artesan who cared for each one
individually; and from her church a devout member who truly
lived a life of loving service to others.
"Mis' Sasso" you have enriched all of our lives!
U. N. -
He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and
loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the
love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his
tasks. who has left the world better than he found it whether by an
improved poppy. a perfect poem or a rescued soul; who has never
lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who has
looked for the best in others and given the best he had. whose life
was an inspiration; whose memory is a benediction.
MRS A. J. STANLEY
S Imagine you are standing on the seashore
A ship at your side spreads her white sails
to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength and you stand
and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky meet
and mingle with each other:
"There, she is gone. "
Gone where? Gone from your sight, that is all.
She is just as large in hull and mast and spar
as when she left your side and just as dble
to beer her load of living freight to the place
of her destination. Her diminished site is in you,
not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at
your side says. "She's gone." there are other eyes
watching for her coming and other voices
ready to trke up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And this is what we call dying this is life!
-PAUL S. McELROY