Estelle B. Chandler, age 100, beloved wife, mother, grandmother and great grandmother, of Rustburg, passed away on Tuesday, October 20, 2020.
Born in Christiansburg on December 14, 1919, she was the daughter of Victor Vinton and Kittie Richardson Lester. Estelle was preceded in death by her husband of 29 years, Ivan Chandler (and James Compton Butner); her four brothers, Stanley, Rodney, Ralph and William Lester; and her cherished son, Jared Kevin Butner.
She is survived by her daughter, Cheryl Butner Bradley of Rustburg; granddaughters Christine Pearson (Jonathan) of Hillsboro, Ore. and Virginia Brocheny (Pascal); a great-grandson Gabriel and a great-granddaughter Isabelle Brocheny of Goode; a cousin Anita MacDowell and her extended family of Christiansburg and nieces and nephews Wayne, Janet, Harriett, Betty Jo, Tim, Melissa, Mark, Greg and Julie.
Estelle graduated from Christiansburg High School in the 1930’s, married after WWII, reared two children in the ‘40’s, ‘50’s, and ‘60’s and worked as a secretary at Sealy Mattress Co and Sam Nixon Insurance Agency until early retirement when she married Ivan Chandler. She was a master seamstress, designed her own crochet patterns and spent years making craft projects and Christmas decorations with Cousin Anita. She loved word search and jumble puzzles, jigsaw puzzles and, in her last years, became a voracious reader.
Estelle was a lifelong member of the Christiansburg Presbyterian Church. She will be sorely missed by close friend Judee Thomas of Mountain City, Tenn., and step-niece Becky Ponton of San Antonio, Texas. Estelle loved her family and was cherished and loved by them in return.
A graveside service will be held in late spring or early summer of 2021 at Sunset Cemetery in Christiansburg.
Memorial donations may be made to the Christiansburg Presbyterian Church or the Children’s Home in Wytheville. Online condolences may be sent to tharpfuneralhome.com.
It was Estelle’s wish that the following lyrics to “Goin’ Home” be printed with her obituary.
“GOIN’ HOME” – William A. Fisher
“Goin’ home, Goin’ home, I am goin’ home; Quiet-like, some still day, I’ll be goin’ home;
It’s not far, just close by, through an open door; Work all done, care laid by, goin’ to fear no more; Mother’s there expecting me, father’s waiting too; Lots of folks gathered there, all the friends I knew; Nothing lost, all’s gain; No more fret nor pain; No more stumbling on the way;
No more longing for the day; Goin’ to roam no more; Morning star lights the way, restless dreams all done;
Shadows gone, break of day, real like just begun; There’s no break, there’s no end, I’ll be living on; Wide awake, with a smile goin’ on and on; Goin’ home, goin’ home, I’m just goin’ home; It’s not far, just close by, through an open door; I’m goin’ home, I’m goin’ home; LORD, I’m goin’ home.”
