Sylvia Jean Williams

Aug 9, 1946 - Jun 21, 2021

East Lawn Elk Grove Memorial Park
9189 East Stockton Blvd.
Elk Grove , CA, 95624

Obituary

It is with great sadness that our family has to share the news of the sudden passing of our loving mother/sister, Sylvia Jean (Adkins) Williams, and her partner Rick Borud.

Sylvia was born in Dayton Ohio August 9, 1946. In 1952, Sylvia moved to California with her mother, Hallie Adkins, and her brother Roy Robert Adkins. Sylvia lived a life filled with love and laughter.

Sylvia leaves behind her only child, Sheri (Williams) Livingood, and her husband Todd, along with her grandchildren Amanda, Kyle and Kelsey. She also leaves behind her brother Roy Robert “Bud” Adkins, his wife Martha, and their daughters Sher’re Lynn (Adkins) Hendricks and Rhonda Marie (Adkins) Mouser, half-sister Betty Jo (Adkins) Murphy and half-brother David Wayne Adkins.

Sylvia was preceded in death by her father, Millard Musco Adkins, her mother Hallie Jean (Lowe) Adkins, her husband Ival Rex “Rusty” Williams, and half-sister Bonnie Sue (Adkins) Blass.

Sylvia will be laid to rest in the Urn Garden at East Lawn in Elk Grove, CA, (at a later date) next to her mother Hallie, and alongside the eventual resting place of Roy and Martha Adkins.

May God rest your soul “Tootie”

Guestbook

  • Roy R Adkins says:

    thought I would shair a little memory with my sister Sylvia
    We believed in the tooth fairy and every time a tooth would come lose we put it under our pillow and the next morning or two there would be the brightest dime you ever seen in its place. But sometimes you had to rush things along. My uncles had taught me how to make bows and arrows, so I told Sylvia and Terry that you could tie a string to your tooth to pull it out. I tried it once, but I guess my tooth wasn’t ready. I hit the floor when tried it on myself, God that hurt! Sylvia had a better Idea and Terry believed her. Terry had a loose tooth and we all need a dime and thought we would just pull all of em. So, we went to the chicken coop, tied a string to Terry’s tooth hooked it up to the door and we give slam! Terry started letting out a yelping it sounded like our dog Poncho for a while. Grandma Opal came running out wanting to know what had happened and we told her “Nothing” That’s when she seen the blood dripping from Terry’s mouth. Oh, your poor baby you’ve lost a tooth??? Me and my sister Sylvia thought this might be time for a quick exit.

  • Roy R Adkins says:

    Sis and I loved Fried chicken was our favorite and the tuff ones went in a pot with dumplings and if they were Hens that was eating there eggs the eggs went in there too.
    So, like any kid once you teach them how to catch chickens we were always in the chicken coop practicing the thing is they would always get out and we couldn’t catch them before someone would find out. Seems like they were always yelling for help from Grandma Opal, they knew her, ya know. So once all the chickens managed to escape we were locked in the pen till the chickens wanted back in we screamed until we were blue no one heard us there weren’t any neighbors but after a few hours we’d just go to sleep. I think the worst part was getting locked in there when someone else didn’t shut the door.

  • Roy R Adkins says:

    Our father died 3 months before I found him. I remember one weekend when I was about 8 years old, that we were cleaning the house and our mother had run across this box. I had seen it before but never really paid much attention to it. Mom said it belonged to her real mother Sylvia and it was full of family pictures that we hadn’t ever seen. It would come to be known as the Elswick box. It was old and dusty and better than a hundred years old I thought as she opened it. When she opened the old box it smelled musty and damp inside and I was in awe. Who is that lady? Who is that manwe ask? Where was that picture taken, as she allowed me to be inquisitive. When she started explaining whom these people where and how they fit into all of our lives. I listened in amazement as she proceeded. She started telling us the story’s about her father and his father and his father. Her real mother and where they came from how her parents met. Why her and her brothers had to be put in an orphanage in this place called Homesville Ohio. And then she had held four pictures in her hand. She then laid them in front of us and said,” these are the only pictures I have of your father!” My father I asked? The reply was yes. His name was Millard Musco Adkins and his father was Dewey Woodrow Adkins. We now had more questions? She did her best to answer all of them in a very pleasant and understanding way. How was I ever going to remember all of this I thought to my self.

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