Mauricette Elaine Ball (Bontemps)

Mauricette Elaine Ball (Bontemps), 84, of Cuba passed away peacefully at 2:15 p.m. Tuesday, October 30, 2018 in the comfort of her home, with her loving children by her side.

Mauricette was born February 15, 1934 in La Rochelle, France to Roger Jean Francois Bontemps and Lucienne Marie Fernande Percot of Lagord, France.

Mauricette met and married Donald Lee Ball in La Rochelle, France. With barely a command of the English language immigrated to America in 1959.

As a devoted and loving wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, Mauricette cherished her family above all. Her marriage to Donald flourished, together they built an upstanding family. Donald passed in January 2015. What God has kept together for over 57 years, he shall keep together for all eternity.

Mauricette, known as Marci to her friends, served her community as a cook at Cuba Elementary School, a housekeeper and caregiver for the elderly, and a self-taught beautician. During the fall harvest she picked apples at Gilliam's Pleasant Row Orchard in Cuba for 17 years. She enjoyed knitting and crocheting blankets and scarves for her grandchildren.

She is survived by four children, Patrick (Lori) Ball of Vista, CA, Ronald (Anita) Ball and Rodger (Julie Foster) both from Cuba, and Michele (Harold Smith) of Canton; seven grandchildren, seven great grandchildren, one step great grandson, and one younger brother, Jean Paul Bontemps of Lagord, France.

Services will be Saturday, November 3, 2018 11:00 a.m. Sedgwick Funeral Homes in Canton, IL. Rev. Kevin Van Tine will officiate.

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