Roberta Semple Salter; daughter of Aimee Semple McPherson & widow of bandleader
Hyfler/Rosner
January 28, 2007 Sunday
Late Edition - Final
Paid Notice: Deaths
SALTER, ROBERTA SEMPLE
SALTER--Roberta Semple. September 17, 1910 -January 25,
2007. A woman of the 21st Century, who still loved her
rotary phone. Wife of Harry Salter, daughter of Aimee Semple
McPherson, and our dearly loved Granny. She visited nearly
every corner of the world as a child with her mother,
brother and grandmother and throughout her 96 years she
never ceased to be a fearless explorer of Manhattan, the
Caribbean and the world of people and books. She inspired
and taught 3 subsequent generations of women by passing on
her faith in life and her many strengths including patience
and practicality, business savvy, a passion for reading,
confidence, elegance and the ability to strike up an
engaging conversation with anyone. Granny has always been,
and will continue to be, a model of strength, independence,
compassion and continuity for us all. Her light shines on.
She is survived by her brother, Dr. Rolf Mcpherson of Los
Angeles, her daughter, Victoria Salter, her granddaughters,
Janice Kioko and Nora bromberg, her son-in-law, Francis
Kioko and her great grandchildren, Emma, Harry and Ben, all
of Manhattan. A private service was held. In lieu of
flowers, donations can be sent to the Goddard Riverside
Community Center.
Brad Ferguson
<rel...@rcn.com> wrote:
> SALTER--Roberta Semple. September 17, 1910 -January 25,
> 2007. A woman of the 21st Century, who still loved her
> rotary phone.
I love that.
Unfortunately, both Aimee Semple McPherson and the scandal that ruined
her have been forgotten. Too bad, because it was a pretty juicy
scandal.
stasha
Riverside county California know and remember the story. Her home here
has been restored and is now a museum that is open to the public.
Bill Schenley
> > > of Los Angeles
He was born in 1913.
> > Unfortunately, both Aimee Semple McPherson and the
> > scandal that ruined her have been forgotten. Too bad,
> > because it was a pretty juicy scandal.
> Actually, not everyone has forgotten. Some of us who live
This song, although not very accurate, was recorded by Pete Seeger:
Did you ever hear the story 'bout Aimee McPherson,
Aimee McPherson, that wonderful person?
She weighed a hundred-eighty and her hair was red,
And she preached a wicked sermon so the papers all said.
Chorus:
Heigh-dee, heigh-dee, heigh-dee, heigh,
Ho-dee, ho-dee, ho-dee, ho.
Aimee built herself a radio station
To broadcast her preachin' to the nation.
She found a man named Armistead who knew enough
To run the radio while Aimee did her stuff.
She held a camp meetin' out at Ocean Park,
Preached from early mornin' 'til after dark,
Said the benediction, folded up the tent,
An' nobody knew where Aimee went.
When Aimee McPherson got back from her journey,
She told her story to the district attorney.
Said she'd been kidnapped on a lonely trail;
In spite of a lot of questions, she stuck to her tale.
Well, the Grand Jury started an investigation,
Uncovered a lot of spicy information,
Found out about a love nest down at Carmel-by-the-Sea,
Where the liquor was expensive and the lovin' was free.
They found a cottage with a breakfast nook,
A foldin' bed with a worn-out look.
The slats were busted and the springs were loose,
And the dents in the mattress fitted Aimee's caboose.
Well, they took poor Aimee and they threw her in jail.
Last I heard, she was out on bail.
They'll send her up for a stretch, I guess.
She worked herself up into an awful mess.
Now Radio Ray is a goin' hound;
He's goin' yet and he ain't been found.
They got his description, but they got it too late;
Since they got it, he's lost a lot of weight.
Now, I'll end my story in the usual way,
About this lady preacher's holiday.
If you don't get the moral then you're the gal for me
'Cause they got a lot of cottages down at Carmel-by-the-Sea.