Beth Marie Eaton

Los Angeles, CA. - Beth Eaton, 83, of El Camino Village passed away at 9:20 p.m. Tuesday, March 19, 2019, at Kaiser Permanate Medicial Center in Harbor City.

Beth was born July 9, 1935 in San Bernardino, California. She was adopted at birth by Ernest and Marie Carver of Pomona, California.

Raised in the farming tradition on the Carvers’ Hatchrite Turkey Ranch, Beth graduated from Pomona High School in June 1953. She attended Mount San Jacinto College. She studied business and later worked at Security Pacific Bank in Claremont, CA.

Beth met and married Gerald Davies from Marlette, Michigan. They married in Pomona and lived in Claremont, where their daughter Lori Jo was born in 1959. The family moved to Santa Barbara and in 1962 had a son, Kenneth Andrew. Shortly after they moved to Michigan to start a business and raise the children closer to the Davies family. In 1978 the family moved back to California so Beth could be near her widowed father, settling in her favorite town of Carpinteria.

In 1989 Gerald Davies passed. Beth met and married James Robert Eaton adding four new kids to the family; Sheri, Susan, James Jr., and Bill. Beth loved her blended family. She was devoted to all her children, and all the friends they brought home. Everyone who walked through the door called her Mom.

Jim Eaton passed away suddenly in 2003. Beth then moved to Los Angeles to live with her son Ken and his wife Aitho.

She is survived by her children, Lori (Patrick) Ball of Vista, CA, and Kenneth (Aitho) Davies of El Camino Village, CA.

A Celebration of Life Service will be held April 13, 2019 at - 14521 South Normandie Ave., Gardena, CA. 90247.

In lieu of flowers Memorial tributes can be made to St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.

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