Bertha Jean Marquez passed away July 21, 2013, at home in Saticoy surrounded by her loving family. Bertha recently celebrated her 90th birthday with family and friends. She was always happy to have a full house.
Bertha was born May 5, 1923, in Bardsdale. She grew up in Santa Paula where she worked as an usher at the cinema before meeting and marrying the love of her life, Salvador A. Marquez, in 1945. Bertha and Sal moved to Del Mar before settling in Saticoy.
She worked at Saticoy Lima Bean Assn., Kerns and Heublein Inc. while raising eight children. After her children were grown Bertha spent many years as a volunteer for Food Share. Bertha loved to cook for her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Her family was her pride and joy.
She is preceded in death by her parents Levi and Aurora Pennington; brothers Johnny, David and Anthony Pennington; husband of 52 years, Salvador A.; daughter Yvonne Franco, sons Thomas Oscar and Robert Salvador, daughter Ermalinda Seibel and granddaughter Joanna Marquez.
Bertha is survived by daughters Rose Marie Castro, Barbara Morales and Darlene Klucker, husband Randy, of Ventura, and son John Marquez, of Henderson, NV, daughter-in-law Corky Marquez, widow of Robert, of Ventura. She also leaves a sister, Viola Ell of California City; 20 grandchildren, 26 great-grandchildren, and many nieces and nephews.
The family would like to thank the nuns of The Sister Servants of Mary in Oxnard, and Tina, Sheila and Alicia from Buena Vista VNA for the loving care they extended to Bertha.
A Rosary will be recited at 6:30 p.m. Thursday, July 25, 2013, at the Joseph P. Reardon Funeral Home, 757 E. Main St. Ventura,(805) 643-8623, where family and friends may visit from 4:30 to 6:30 p.m. Mass will be celebrated at 10 a.m. Friday, July 26, 2013, at Sacred Heart Church, 10800 Henderson Rd., Ventura, with Father Bill Bolton officiating. Burial will follow Mass at the Ivy Lawn Memorial Park in Ventura.
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