Rose Cameron Ferrell, 1915-2011
For many, mother-in-law jokes have a ring of reality. But for me
they don’t. I had the perfect mother-in-law—Rose Ferrell who left
us this week. In the 38 years I’ve been her son-in-law, we never had
a cross word. It was well known in the family that she always sided
with the in-laws if there was ever an argument.
She lived with Joy and me for the past 3-1/2 years. She was always
independent and a pleasure to have in the home. She was a godly
woman, and I would hear her praying for her six children, nine
grandchildren and 18 great-grandchildren.
Now she’s gone. On Monday, at age 96, she breathed her last
surrounded by family and friends. I had spent the night with her in
the hospital on Friday, helping the nurses care for her. I fed her
breakfast and she was doing so well I took off the next morning for
the annual booksellers convention in Atlanta. But she had been
hospitalized for congestive heart failure and Monday morning it was
obvious it was a matter of hours until she died. As soon as I found
out, I immediately flew home from Atlanta and arrived at the
hospital in Altamonte Springs, Fla., an hour before her heart quit
I know she’s with Jesus who she loved and served all her life.
I’ve written the obituaries of many famous people and I’ve
traveled long distances to attend the funerals of some great saints
like Oral Roberts, Kenneth Hagin Sr., Frances Hunter and mentors like
Jamie Buckingham and Robert Walker.
But none of them had as much an impact on my life as Rose Ferrell
through her own life and the life of her wonderful daughter Joy.
While nearly everyone locally who knew me or Joy also knew “Big
Mama” (as we called her), she wasn’t famous like those I just
mentioned and most of you never heard of her. But I want to eulogize
her in my own way. (Of course the family assigned me the task of
writing up her life story and as I gathered information, I was
gratified to learn a few new things I didn’t know about her long
Rose Ferrell was a teacher, an ordained minister and
mother/grandmother/great-grandmother whose life touched thousands
through the ministry she shared with her husband, the many students
she taught and through the lives of her descendents.
She was known as “Miz
Rose,” or “Sister Ferrell,” but the grandchildren and I called
her “Big Mama.” Born Rose Esther Cameron on April 15, 1915, in
New Smyrna Beach, Fla., she was the middle of three daughters. Her
mother, born in Canada, and her father, born in England, became early
settlers in Florida. Her father, an electrician, wired much of
Daytona Beach in the early 1900’s, including most of the early
buildings at Bethune-Cookman University.
Raised a Methodist, she attended a Pentecostal revival meeting at
age 18 in Daytona Beach, Fla. It
was there where she first saw Harvey Ferrell, a 20-year-old preacher
from North Carolina, sitting on a platform. She heard a small voice
say her husband was sitting on the platform, but she didn’t know
which one since there were several. She later found out Harvey had
heard the same voice about the woman he would marry when he saw her.
A few nights later he walked her home from the service and they
started a whirlwind romance. They were married six weeks later on
June 11, 1933, the day after Harvey turned 21.
Thrust immediately into a traveling evangelistic ministry, the
newlyweds went on a missionary trip to Cuba three months later. A
revolution that put Baptista into power closed down the country while
they were there and they couldn’t leave for several months.
The trip left an indelible imprint on her and she loved to use the
Spanish she learned then whenever she had a chance.
A year later the first
of eight children was born in Plant City, Fla., after the young
couple also pastored a church in Key West en route home from Cuba.
It was a pattern that would mark her life—raising a growing family
while helping her husband birth new churches or building a handful of
people into a great congregation in cities such
as Daytona Beach and Panama City, Fla., and Columbia and Spartanburg,
S.C. The couple also started or pastored churches in
New Zealand and Australia in the 1950’s and ’60s.
Joy, Chandler and I visited “Big Mama” on July 4,
not knowing she’d pass away a week later. I sure
did love my sweet mother-in-law.
During World War II she
taught elementary school in Panama City, Fla. She did not have a
college degree, but that was not required in those days. At age 48
she enrolled at Florida State University, majoring in history. She
graduated at the top of her class and finished her four-year degree
in only three years. She taught school for many years
including teaching history in Sydney, Australia, when her husband
moved there to pastor. She
also taught special needs children in Jacksonville, Fla., for many
years. Even in retirement she taught GED classes in
Lakeland, Fla., well into her 80s.
In each church she worked closely with her husband, doing whatever
was needed. For example,
she played the accordion and sang on a radio program in Panama City,
Fla., during World War II, making them one of the first religious
broadcasters in the United States. During the war, the
program was usually directed to encouraging the soldiers and sailors
stationed in Panama City en route to being deployed around the world.
Eventually their tiny church grew by the end of the war to have the
largest Sunday school in the nation in their denomination—the
Assemblies of God.
Rose Ferrell, like her husband, was an ordained minister in the
Assemblies of God for many years and she kept her ordination active
until her death. In her later years she was involved in a new church
started by her daughter and son-in-law and she attended church for
the last time only eight days before she died.
She devoted her life to
her family and husband. She told people she felt she should get her
teaching degree so she could support her family in order to allow her
husband to travel as a missionary evangelist around the world for the
last years of his active ministry. He suffered a stroke
in 1988 and she cared for him for eight years until he died.
Always active, she had many friends. The Ledger in Lakeland
once wrote a story on her because she took fudge every day to the
employees at McDonalds near where she lived. She lived alone after
her husband passed away, and she drove until she was 93. She enjoyed
good health and was not on any medications until recently. Doctors
discovered she had congestive heart failure six weeks before her
death, but she told them she would live to be 100.
Of her eight children,
six are living: Rosella Ridings, Longwood; Dr. James F. Ferrell,
Orlando; Dan Ferrell of Urbana, Ill.; Faith Rutter, Deltona; Joy
Strang, Longwood; and Steve Ferrell, Jacksonville.
Rose has nine living
grandchildren: Dean Ridings; Kimberly Weld; Rob Rutter; Denae Haas;
Cameron Strang; Beth Anderson; Chandler Strang; and James Ferrell.
She also had 18 great-grandchildren.
This Saturday, July 16,
there will be a viewing at noon followed by a funeral at 1 p.m. at
Baldwin-Fairchild Funeral Home, 301 Northeast Ivanhoe Blvd., Orlando,
FL. Interment will be at 4:30 p.m. at
Lakeland Memorial Gardens.
In lieu of flowers, the family is asking for donations to be given
in memory of Rose Ferrell to “Metro Hope for Kids,” a ministry
started by her daughter Rosella Ridings to help underprivileged
children in New York. Involved in this project is the renovation of a
hospital to serve as the International Ministry Headquarters for
Metro Ministries. One of the rooms will be renovated in her memory.
Send your tax-deductible gift to Metro Hope for Kids, P.O. Box
951616, Lake Mary, FL 32795.
There you have it—my recollections and the highlights of her
life. If you read this far you must have loved her or you love Joy
and me. We’re not devastated by her passing. After all she was 96.
But because we loved her so much we will miss her terribly, and I
just wanted to use this opportunity to honor her memory.