February 24, 1929-November 4, 2016
Florence Ernestine Rapp, who always preferred being called Ernestine, left this world on November 4, 2016 and joined her husband, Charles Lindbergh Rapp, who died last December. The pair had been married for 68 years when he passed.
Ernestine Rapp is survived by her daughters Diane and Donna, and son Thomas; her grandchildren Charles and Miranda, Tom and Tracy, and Hunter and Heather; and her great grandchildren Nick, Sara, Candice, Ryleigh and Gavin.
Born in Brunswick, Maryland, Ernestine was a member of the Eastern Star and Walnut Grove Baptist Church. She was a devout Christian, and lived her faith in the way she treated others. She was neither judgmental nor condemnatory, and it was said of her that she never knew a stranger.
Ernestine had worked at the Pentagon and McGuire VA Hospital, and for many years worked at the State Fair of Virginia. She and her husband Charles owned and operated Cold Harbor Market in Mechanicsville, and made friends of all their customers. She loved music, gardening, sewing, craft-making, and riding horses.
If you were to greet her with, “How are you, Ernestine?”, chances are she would respond, “Mean as ever.” Truth is, there was not a mean bone in her body.
Ernestine was particularly fond of her daughter Diane, and son Thomas. Diane spent hours with her mother listening to music on an old Victrola and stereo console. Ernestine also dearly loved her grandchildren Charles and Miranda. Not long before Ernestine’s death, Miranda had the chance to live with her. They were more than grandmother and granddaughter, they were soulmates and friends, and their love and friendship transcended the disparity of their ages.
“She was the best grandma anyone could ever have,” says Miranda. “I was blessed to have the chance to live with her for a short while.”
Ernestine will be sorely missed by the thousands she has touched over the years.
Miranda remembers what her grandmother said as she lay dying. “She told us she wasn’t scared, and that she was happy to meet the Lord,” Miranda says. “And she couldn’t wait to see my grandfather again. In the hospital room, she saw him and talked to him. The next evening, at 6:25, she saw her husband again. I think Friday (the day she died) was the last happiest day of her life. She was with her husband and the Lord.”