Birth date: Jan 2, 1931 Death date: Nov 26, 2007
Betty Guth Petre died on Monday, November 26, 2007. She was born January 2, 1931 in New Orleans, LA to the late Concetta Michel and Ernest E. Guth. Betty moved to Covington in 1998. She is survived by her husband, former New Orl Read Obituary
My sympathy goes out to Betty's family. Betty was a great cousin of mine. My mom was Doris Masse, Aunt Chetta's niece, and Jenny Masse Martin was her mom. The last time I saw Betty was at Aunt Chetta's 90th birthday party. Betty was a beautiful,loving person. I know you will miss her.
We are saddened to hear of your loss. Betty was such a vibrant person. I particularly remember a story my mom told me about going to your home one afternoon to visit Betty, and finding her sitting on the floor with the piano disassembled and spread out around her. She was really a talented, very special person.
D.R. & Max
Dear Gerri,I'm so sorry to hear of you mom's passing. She was always so much fun...and a great friend to my mother,Gloria Gardner. My thoughts and prayers are with you, John and family at this sorrowful time. Betty was a very special person.
Love, Mary Lynn (Gardner) Tauzier
I can still hear "Aunt Betty" and my mother, Doris Smart, laughing and drinking ice tea in the front parlor of our home on DeSoto Street. 40+ years ago the two of them were best friends who trolled Morton's auction house for antiques and treasures they not only fell in love with but had to be able to get at good prices and get into the house without upsetting the husbands. They had a fun, conspiratorial playfulness like Lucy and Ethel. Being young, I sat in and listened. Since then I've thought of them EVERY TIME I've sat in an antique auction. I also remember Hurricane Betsy (1965) when Betty and John took shelter at our house because the prediction was this was "the big one" and would flood the Lakefront area. Their street didn't flood but our old house lost it's roof and it's 10' tall windows imploded. Betty, always upbeat, kept things light by saying funny, clever things as we huddled in a modern addition at the rear of the house. It was a creepy, scary night but I was less afraid because she was there (I was 10 y.o.). The hurricane rocked that old house so badly the plaster arch between the double parlors cracked severely. Mom was heartsick. Later, Betty came to the rescue. Dad built scaffolding and Betty meticulously repaired the damage. Betty made a very funny,clever remark comparing herself to Michelangelo. It stuck. We laughed about having our own Michelangelo, aka Aunt Betty.
Dear Gerrie Our hearts are with you and your family at this time of sorrow~~ I'm sorry we never had the chance to meet your Mom but we can see she certainly was a very special woman. It's wonderful that you had such happy times with her. Memories will never leave you~~ Many Blessings to you all with so much love, Your Pals in California, Jeanette & Randy
Dear Gerri, Sorry we never knew your mother. Our hearts go out to you. With sympathy, Gayle and Lee
Life is richer for having known Betty Guth Petre. She was a lesson in being in the moment and being aware of what was going on around her.
Thank you for that, Betty, and for many other things.
Love you, Robert
