Carol Tracy Bennet
Aug 2, 1931 - May 25, 2020
On May 25th 2020, Carol passed away quietly with her beautiful smile and gracious manner in tow to rejoin her long-missed husband Grant. Carol leaves four adoring children – Susie Reddick (David), Michael Bennett (Rich), Tracy Bennett (Maria), and Amy Martin (Steve)– along with nine very lucky grandchildren, four great grandchildren and a host of very, very dear friends. Carol’s blessed life began in 1931 born to her 19th century parents, Malcolm and Corinne Tracy. Along with her much loved sister Jean Alvord, she grew up attending all the local schools like David Lubin, Sacramento High, and Cal-Berkeley where she joined the Kappa Gamma sorority. She went on to revel in her membership and volunteerism in the Junior League as well as a long competitive career in dominoes and bridge. She loved to dance as a young girl, making quite an impression early on in her ballet. Her artistry extended to a life filled with beautiful work with many beneficiaries of her knitting (oh my god, the sweaters!), cake decorating, charming sketches, and embroidery (dozens of the most perfect baby blankets). But her greatest art was the style, poise, hard work and gentle love that she brought to her daily life and in particular her effortless motherhood. She was a mom for the Ages, a classic. Patient and thoughtful, she stayed home to raise four children for 20+ years, taking her first job at the Crocker Art Museum once an empty nester. A lifelong Giants fan (spring training anyone?), she lived next door to her co-fan, great friend and dominoes partner, Bev Geremia, for 54 years having met in high school. 54 years same house, same neighbors, same friends. Who does that anymore?
Having lost the love of her life, Grant, in 1990 after 38 years of marriage, Carol soldiered on alone for 30 more years. She traveled to France and Europe with her daughters and her sister, took in Shakespeare in Ashland OR, supported all the grandchildren in their youth and college careers. She spent many, many weeks and years at her cherished cabin in Lake Tahoe decorated (?) in her artistically frugal style with burlap, a can of wood stain and a rag, all outfitted with sheets and blankets stitched together because they still had some life left in them. We will miss that common-sense touch that she always brought, especially certain stories: like the night a bear broke into her cabin (SMASH! Through the kitchen window, going straight for her ice cream in the freezer and then all the peanut butter in the pantry) late at night while she was sleeping upstairs. In her inimitably practical manner, she concluded it couldn’t be a burglar (was making waaaay too much noise), HAD to be a bear. So she just decided that he would takeoff before she would need to leave the bedroom. No joke, true story. And he did leave by morning. Our fearless beautiful leader – with all her determination, independence, and warmth— is gone, but we who knew her best were blessed to have had her so long.