#edd heap

[vithcy]

Happy Sep Heap Sunday, have some boys ft. Edd & Erik "Bear Hug" Heap. Images have ID!

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Oblivious Edd(Medieval/Vampire Au)

Scribe Edd x chambermaid Reader

tw: mentions of blood, mentions of gore.

You try to court medieval scribe Edd but your actions are ignored, only because Edd is really oblivious to them.

To your chagrin.

Every little flower left on the ground in front of his room’s door, blown away as soon as he opens it each morning. Each of the small notes of crudely drawn things by his notebook that get left behind in his haste to gather the mess of papers before he’s off to his liege’s quarters for the daily report. You progressively get frustrated, and yet strangely endeared, by his constant obliviousness. You didn’t think you’d go completely unnoticed by him. You were a chambermaid after all. Not that you were the only one, though.

He doesn’t notice the notes before its too late. He had found one stuck to the underside of his journal one slower morning, after all the papers were written and his mind wandered to the interesting chambermaid he had failed to talk to time and time again as the days progressed.

You felt like you had gone unnoticed until a vampire crashed into one of the unbarred windows of the castle late at night, a newly formed feral snarling and writhing on the cold brick of the castle floor. This part of the castle, the maid quarters weren’t usually protected as much compared to other parts of the castle unfortunately. You hear the crash and noise outside of your room, getting up quickly to peek through the crack of the door. The few other chamber maids stir in their beds, a few getting up as well to follow after you while the others move as far away from the door as possible.

A clawed hand quickly scrabbles past the crack in the doorway, grabbing at your long sleeve as you jump back from the fright. It latches tight onto you, pulling you towards it so close that you can feel its cold breath against your clavicle. No matter how hard you struggle, even with the meek help of a couple of the chambermaids trying to pull you free, you’re unable to detach yourself from the vampire’s grip. 

A snarl rings out before it lunges at you. You see fangs glinting, mind buzzing in wait for a bite that doesn't come. Before it can sink its fangs into your flesh, a speared tip sits inches away from your face as the vampire suddenly shudders and begins to crumple at your feet. You scream as it collapses in a heap, your bloodshot eyes finding the frame of the guard who had run down the hall after hearing the commotion from the maid quarters.

You were too in shock that night to realize your arm had been sliced by the sharp talons of the vampire, large angry scratches that tore into your forearm. The other chamber maids ran to hold you up as you collapsed alongside the vampire’s stilled form.

*

Edd had caught wind of what had happened to you, chest suddenly filling with anxiety at the thought of you getting hurt. Even if neither of you had held a conversation, there was something about you that he admired every time he rounded the corner to his liege’s room. You would be doing your work, busying yourself with the chores around the castle and yet look beautiful. He had heard from other chamber maids that whispered behind your back that you were one of the only people besides him who could read. Probably because you were apparently raised outside of the kingdom before moving here for a better chance of life. He hadn’t gotten the courage to talk to you yet, instead deciding to watch you from afar with a light in his eye.

But now you apparently were in the infirmary after a vampire had attacked in the middle of the night. He knew he had his liege to report back to, but he really needed to see how you were doing. 

In the end, he ended up by your side, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest under the sheet as your bandaged arm laid to your side. He’d sit by your side day by day reading his favorite books to you, leaving little notes at your bedside. 

Until the day you’d wake up to an empty spot beside you and piles of written notes on the side table. Notes sharing dreams, desires, and small bouts of devotion from the only man in the castle you knew could write such a thing. 

The end.

[magewolf-the-artist]

*Plops this onto your lap like a cat drops a dead mouse on its human's doorstep* Enjoy, friends!

It's got Edd and Molly's povs, some sad Rosemary, sibling squabble, light angst, and whole heap of tooth rotting fluff for y'all to enjoy!

[chaos-has-theories]

Heaptober Day 15: Soulmates

7 connected drabbles about Soulmarks, + a list of headcanons.

1.

Silas Heap had always been the kind to leave his mark wherever he went. His hands looked like a painter’s hands, covered in splatters of the brightest colours until there was barely a spot of skin left.

When Silas found himself staring into a pair of solemn purple eyes, he reached out without thought to brush the snowflakes from her lashes.

He wasn’t surprised, really, when he left behind a smear of bright grass green. He chuckled at the sight of the wine-red she’d given him in return.

Well.

He’d already known that he was going to take her home.

2.

--

Sarah Heap had given birth to seven sons.

She’d marked each of them in gentle turquoise the first time they were placed into her arms, and they’d left their marks in return. She could count out her sons in the splotches on her left hand: Simon’s dark green. Sam’s muted teal. Erik’s sould was golden yellow where Edd was dusted rose. Jojo was orange, impossibly bright; Nicko the blue of a storybook sea.

And of course there was the green mark on the back of her hand. It had never faded, even years after she’d brushed it against Septimus’ jaw.

3.

--

Every one of her boys Sarah marked the very first time she held them.

Not Jenna, though.

For months, Sarah would trace the rich blue handprint on Jenna’s shoulder; the purple mark at the back of her neck. “Someone misses you,” she’d whisper, and still there was no trace of turquoise.

After Sally left, Sarah couldn’t let go of Jenna. They won’t get you, she thought fiercely.

A tiny fist closed around her finger. Purple eyes looked up at her. I know, those eyes seemed to say.

When her daughter let go, she left five perfect rings of red behind.

4.

--

Jenna had grown up knowing she was loved. It was written in her skin: green and turquoise and orange and blue. Tiny handprints on her back from when Nicko and Jo-jo had reached for her as a baby. The teasing brush of Simon’s finger like whiskers on her cheek. Bo’s lemon yellow ringed around her wrist.

The pale purple on her neck, and the blue on her shoulder.

Sometimes, Jenna would look at the stars and think: Someone with a soul like the night sky had loved her once.

And if they’d loved her so brightly - where were they now?

5.

--

Boy 412 was not supposed to have soulmarks.

“A soldier doesn’t have attachments!,” Catchpole would roar at them whenever one of the boys had failed to cover up their colours.

So 412 wore sleeves over the green and sticky paste on the turquoise, and dutifully did not wonder who had touched him fondly, once.

After his capture, 412 did not take his scarf off for months. Not even once his fingertips were stained purple and his palm a deep red.

It was Sarah who finally untied it. When she touched the turquoise mark on his jaw, her hand fit perfectly.

6.

When the Dragon Boat opened her eyes for the first time in ten long years, there was red on her neck and green on her tiller, and she was free.

Jenna stared breathlessly at the enormous boat before them. “Look. They painted soulmarks on her.”

There were handprints all over the carved dragon body. Coral and burgundy, scarlet and win, with only few other colours dotted between.

Yet far away from the rest of the prints, Boy 412 had seen a solitary spot of purple. It was so… so vivid.

Jenna reached for the hull. 412 reached for the tiller.

--

7.

Septimus Heap had never had soulmarks.

He didn’t need any. Soulmarks made you weak: DomDaniel certainly didn’t have any.

So maybe he didn’t have the turquoise or the green that the Queenling and that Heap boy insisted he’d have. It didn’t matter. He didn’t need their soulmarks, or DomDaniel’s, or Zelda’s, or Simon’s. He could make it on his own. He would.

--

Three years into living as Merrin, his hand brushed his mother’s as they made dinner.

Nursie smiled so brightly at the pale, washed-out vermillion he left behind that he couldn’t help but feel happy about her greys, too.

+1:

Septimus does have a mark from Marwick, too. I just didn't have the space to fit in there; plus while 409 has to wear gloves to cover the green, 412 can just hold on to his pike, or pretend his hand got dirty. They got those marks when 412 pulled 409 out of a Wolverine's way as kids.

Dragons can get soulmarks! It's like the Imprinting. It's not quite the same thing as with humans; for example, they don't stain the humans back, but either way, the Dragon Boat and Spit Fyre both end up with Jenna and Sep's colours.

Rats also get soulmarks, but only from each other, and they're not as colorful and visible, so most people don't know about that. These days, Dawnie's mark has almost faded completely from Stanley's fur.

I just feel like Silas would, you know? He shakes a stranger's hand and comes back stained, laughs, and they're friends now. Which yes, means he absolutely has Marcia's purple somewhere.

Speaking of: The purple mark on Jenna is from when Marcia caught her during the attempt. The blue is her mother's, and OH RIGHT i meant to write a drabble about Milo getting his. Oh well.

I think it's important that some people have different colors than you might expect. Wotcher, Merrin.

This soulmate concept was shamelessly stolen from Coloring Inside the Lines; an absolutely and heartbreakingly fantastic Breath of the Wild fic. Can only recommend.

[wutbju]

Dorothy E. Baldwin, 96, of Tunkhannock, went home to be with her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ early Thursday, morning Jan. 4, 2024, while at Lehigh Valley Hospital, Dickson City, after sustaining a fall.

She was born on March 23, 1927, while en route to her Great-Grandmother “Woomie’s” house in Meshoppen Township, Wyoming County.

Born to God-loving parents, the late Robert B. (d. 1966) and the late Faith E. Bunnell LaFrance (d. 2001), she grew up on the family farm in South Auburn, Susquehanna County. Her father, a farmer and mail carrier, and her mother, a teacher by trade, Dorothy too pursued a career as an educator, with emphasis in early childhood education.

Graduating with the Meshoppen High School Class of 1945, she went on to attain her Bachelor of Science degree in elementary education from Bob Jones University, Greenville, SC, and her Master’s Degree from Penn State University, State College. Following, she was honored to be one of two sent to attend the NEA Convention at Madison Square Garden and, continuing her education, a summer abroad with Dr. John Heaps and a small class of 15 in Lincoln, England, studying the British Infant Schools.

She taught elementary education her entire professional career, first in Elk Lake School District and the majority of her years in the Wyalusing Area School District.

Over the years, at a time when travel was not as easily accessible, she became a seasoned world traveler prompted by a curiosity and zest to learn of other cultures and places, and experience God’s beautiful creation in different parts of the world.

Following retirement, she became part of the staff at Montrose Bible Conference, serving in different capacities, including Conference organist and Tea Room hostess. It is here where she met the love of her life, Franklin G. Baldwin, originally from Long Island, NY, then of Montrose, who also was a staff member. They were married on Oct. 30, 1993, for 27 years until the time of his death on Nov. 2, 2020.

Music was such a big and active part of her life in multiple ways, including ministering as church organist in her home churches, as well as special-occasion rousing duets with her at the organ and her brother-in-law, Bob Holdren, at the piano.

Being a fun-loving, quick-witted, intelligent and thoughtful person all enwrapped in a love and care for others, she gave much joy and laughter to her family and friends. She loved crocheting and making towel gifts and feeding the birds. (Not so much Eddie, the squirrel, for he was her birdseed thief). But most of all, she loved her Savior, Jesus Christ, and served him faithfully. She presented and lived her life as she believed.

Her final two years were spent at the Tunkhannock Manor Personal Care Facility where, as a life-long learner, she enjoyed time doing word search puzzles and matching and gaining knowledge with game shows. Even more, she was a prayer warrior for her family and friends.

Dorothy is survived by her sister, Doris B. Holdren Preston and brother in-law, Floyd of Tunkhannock; nieces, Chanda LaFrance Cunningham (Dennis) of Laceyville and Bobbie LaFrance Hollett (Nelson) of South Auburn; nephews, Frank Holdren (Lori) of Laceyville, Torrey Holdren (Amy) of Tunkhannock; niece, Melody Holdren Montross (Dennis) of Tunkhannock, and two stepsons, Thomas Carney (Elaine) of Lyman, SC, and Edd Carney (Kathy) of Charleston, SC, as well as many grand- and great-grand nieces and nephews.

She was predeceased by a brother, Robert B. LaFrance Jr. (d. 1977); sister-in-law, Elaine Phillips LaFrance (d. 2020); nephew, Joseph H. LaFrance (d. 2014) and brother-in-law, Robert M. Holdren (d. 2003).

A Memorial Service was held Monday, Jan. 8, at 11 a.m. Friends and family called from 10 a.m. until the time of service with Pastor Phil Hunt of Stanfordville Baptist Church officiating at Sheldon Kukuchka Funeral Home, 73 W. Tioga Street, Tunkhannock.

Interment was at Overfield Cemetery, Meshoppen.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Stanfordville Baptist Church, 23456 SR 29, Hallstead PA 18822 or Braintrim Baptist Church, 283 Church Street, Laceyville, PA 18623.

[septimusheapheadcanons]

i think edd and erik definitely try to look different on purpose. already all the heap boys look pretty similar, and get mistaken for each other. so add onto that someone who shares your exact same face, living space, and eventually occupation. i think both of them try to have very distinct Things™️ about their appearance because to them, they ARE different and distinct people, and even though they love their brothers they don't want to always be considered part of a set, you know? like it's very important for them to be able to match clothes or hang out together without being confused as The Same Guy

[jadescribbles]

@septimusheapevents for the 2022 Septimus Heap Big Bang

My art piece for @arcane-clown's lovely fic Jenna's First MidSummer As Princess. (I know I promised another drawing, but I won't be able to get it done for this event, so I'll get it to you another time!)

[Image ID: A digital scan of a landscape-oriented watercolor piece. Edd, Jenna, and Erik, from left to right, sit around a campfire. Edd is leaning against a large grey boulder, Jenna sits on a fallen log, and Erik sits criss-cross in the grass behind her, braiding her hair. The twins are both wearing pale green shirts with brown pants, and a grey wolverine pelt over their left shoulder. Jenna is wearing a red dress with gold trim and her circlet. All three of them have braids with colorful beads in their hair. Sam and Silas can be seen in the background. Sam is dressed similar to his brothers, but the fur is draped over both shoulders, while Silas wears his Ordinary Wizard robes. The artist’s signature (Jade) is in the bottom right corner. /End ID]

[marciabeloved]

septimus heap characters as taylor swift songs but it only make sense to me

marcia: mirrorball, tied together with a smile

septimus: seven

septimus and marcia as a duo: the best day, never grow up (from marcia’s pov),

milo and cerys as a duo: sad beautiful tragic, enchanted, the one

milo and marcia as a duo: tears drop on my guitar, the archer (more likely to be in marcia’s pov), you belong with me (marcias pov) its nice to have a friend, im right where you left me (marcias pov, except they have their happy ending)

the heaps and jenna: never grow up (from their parents’ pov), maybe even the best day.

simon: this is me trying

simon and lucy: love story, this love, dancing with our hands tied

now this is might make all of you guys confuse but marcia, milo, and cerys is literally august, james, and betty

note: i do not ship milo and marcia im sorry 💀 they are the most random couple i have ever encountered but its still cute to give them a love song.

[annieisyourfavourite]

[image description: a pencil drawing of edd and erik heap lying on a patch of grass with daisies. they are lying opposite directions but their faces are next to each other, smiling. they are both shirtless, light-skinned white men with curly blonde hair and body hair. edd has short hair and a beard, while erik has long flowing hair scattered around them. end of description.]

i know we're a week into october already BUT @heaptober-2020 day 2 was edd and erik, and i couldn't NOT do something for my boys!!! so have a stereotypical Twin™️ photo in a field :p

[heaptober]

So since people seemed interested, here are the prompts

Some side notes:

-if you are drawing something, add an ID if you can, and if you can't then I'll add it for you

-please @ this blog in whatever you create, and use the tag "#heaptober 2020" so I can find your work and reblog it here

Day 1: favorite character from the series

Day 2: Edd and Erik

Day 3: Trios

Day 4: Magyk (as in spells)

Day 5: Sarah and Silas

Day 6: Food

Day 7: Seventh sons

Day 8: Beetle appreciation day

Day 9: Midwinter Feast

Day 10: The Heaps

Day 11: Dragons

Day 12: Physik

Day 13: The darke

Day 14: Marcia (because she deserves it)

Day 15: Magyk But The Book This Time

Day 16: Favourite villian

Day 17: Ship Day (boats or couples is up to you)

Day 18: Side characters

Day 19: Angst day

Day 20: The past

Day 21: Animal friends

Day 22: Charms

Day 23: Alchemy

Day 24: The House Of Foryx

Day 25: Todhunter Moon

Day 26: Boats

Day 27: Cattrock Light

Day 28: Gothyk Grotto

Day 29: Flyte

Day 30: Witches

Day 31: AU day

[littlemyinvadeshighbury]

Day two of heaptober: Edd and Erik

I did the boys finding some magic wisp thingy (inspired by brave lol) in the woods

@heaptober-2020

[image description:

Edd and Erik heap are in a clearing in the woods. There are trees behind them in different shades of brown and green. The grass they are standing on is a dark green. The boys are facing wash other and looking up at a Magyk wisp that is colored blue, green and yellow. Both have one knee bent in front and have a foot behind them, almost like they are about to start running. Both have grey-blue cloaks on and brown boots. The boy on the left hand side has his straw colored hair down, a grey-green shirt and brown pants that are cuffed on, and an arm bent at his waist and a fisted hand with the other visibly at his side. He is smiling at the wisp The boy on the right hand side has his straw colored hair in a ponytail, a grey shirt and grey-green pants that are a bit too short on, he has his mouth open in awe and one hand fisted near his waist. He has a string belt on that is black. End description]

[fisshontoast]

Simon, edd and erik, jenna and nicko for day #30 of my sep heap pride month thing!!!

@ananas-pineapple-thing LOOK I COMPLETED A 30 DAY CHALLENGE you can really tell where I gave up though sijsjejrjrjt

[probably-bad-fandom-ideas]

One of the heaps dyes their hair blue and everyone else copies and the whole family becomes known for blue hair instead of blond

[chaos-has-theories]

Heaptober Day 1: Forest

No beta, no nothing, just whatever I could get on page on a half hour trainride.

Goes with The Long Way Home, but you don't need to have read that - all you need to know is that it's a role-swap AU in which Jenna got kidnapped by DomDaniel and the Assassin came after the Heaps.

Here's what happened to the rest of the brothers.

Sam dragged himself from the river, grip never loosening from Jo-Jo's awful red-and-white sleeve.

That would be Priority One, he decided: getting them all something to wear that wouldn't stick out from the forest greenery like a signal flare. Except, no: Priority One was getting food and shelter, and making sure the search party - if one was coming after them - wouldn't spot them on the beach.

Except no, because Jo-Jo was shivering in Sam's grasp. They all knew from experience that the no matter how thin the cotton of their uniforms was, it could take forever to dry. So maybe they did all need a change of clothes, though where they were supposed to get those in the middle of the forest, he couldn't say.

A voice pulled Sam Heap from his thoughts. "413," it asked, small fingers tugging at his tunic, "Where's 412?"

Sam jerked up automatically, scanning his surroundings. One, two, three, four, five: plus him meant all the remaining Heap brothers. He hadn't lost anyone. He couldn't have.

There was Jo-Jo, whom he could probably let go of by now. Nicko, who'd been asking the question: only six years old but almost a better swimmer than Simon. Simon. Sam swallowed. "412 isn't here," he said. He wanted to make his voice gentle. It was just -

(I can't leave, Simon had said, looking at him as if he couldn't believe what Sam had asked of him. I'm about to get promoted. And the Supreme Custodian said… Sam hadn't waited to find out what the Custodian had said this time. He'd dragged his brother back under the blankets, holsing him still until the officer outside had passed their dormitory. When the steps had vanished down the hall, he'd slowly loosened his grasp. We need to get the kids out of here, he'd hissed, still so sure that he'd only have to use the right words to make Simon understand. His brother had only shaken his head. I can't leave, he'd repeated, and that had been that.)

"Nicko," Sam said, as solidly as he could. He wasn't sure if Nicko and Jo-Jo even remembered their parents at all. They'd been so young when it all - well. It made sense that they'd be more used to their numbers than their names, but it still made something twist inside Sam. "Simon - 412 - he couldn't come. But we're all out, and noone can take us back, okay? We'll be - like the Wolverines. Awoo."

(In the end, Sam had just been grateful that Simon hadn't told anyone about their plans.)

"Awoo," Nicko repeated dutifully, sounding a bit dubious. "Awoo," Jo-Jo echoed. He just sounded tired.

Right. No more distractions, Sam told himself. He needed to get his brothers somewhere safe. "Um, Sam?" Edd's voice sounded higher than usual. That was… probably bad. "I think we kind of. Kidnapped someone? A little bit?" One, two, three, four, five. Plus Sam was six. Simon was back on the boats somewhere, hopefully keeping his mouth shut. Septimus was - dead, or alive, or who knew what, but certainly not here. So who -

In the light of the midnight moon (it's always safest around midnight, his mother had told him, back when they'd all been a family) Sam saw Jo-Jo, and Nicko, and the twins. And between them, a smaller shape. No taller than Nik was. Smaller, maybe. "Four-oh-nine?" Jo-Jo asked sleepily. The kid nodded. He was staring up at Sam with wide eyes. It reminded Sam of how they'd all looked at the Hunter, or Catchpole, or any of the adults who had been around them since Sarah had died and Silas had vanished: fear, and uncertainty, and knowing that nothing you could do would the stop them from doing whatever they wanted.

Sam crouched down, making himself eye-level with the kid. "I'm sorry," he said. He meant it, too. He'd tried hard to make sure his scheme wouldn't endanger anyone. "I didn't mean to drag you into this." The kid shook his head. No. "I think he jumped," Erik admitted. Sam frowned. "Did you?" Very slowly, the kid nodded. "…do you want to stick with us?" He didn't have much of a choice, really. It was that or staying alone at the edge of the forest, waiting for a search party that might never come. 409 nodded twice, thrice. Seven times. "Alright," Sam said. "Siblings stick together, alright? You can be our little brother." It would be almost like being all seven again, Sam thought. Not quite, maybe. But he was pretty sure that this was the first time this kid had ever smiled.

So maybe - just maybe - it would all turn out okay.

[wutbju]

Dorothy E. Baldwin, age 96, of 30 Hobbs Rd, Tunkhannock, PA, went home to be with her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ early morning January 4, 2024, while at Lehigh Valley Hospital, Dickson City, PA after sustaining a fall.  She was born on March 23, 1927, while en route to her Great Grand Mother “Woomie’s” house in Meshoppen Township, Susquehanna County, PA.  Born to God-loving parents, the late Robert B. (d. 1966) and the late Faith E. Bunnell LaFrance (d. 2001), she grew up on the family farm in South Auburn, Susquehanna County, PA.  Her father a farmer and mail carrier and her mother a teacher by trade, she too pursued a career as an educator, with emphasis in early childhood education.  

Graduating with the Meshoppen High School class of 1945, she attended the Business College at Bob Jones University for the 1945-46 school year, and she attained her Master’s Degree from Penn State University, State College, PA. Following, she was honored to be one of two sent to attend the NEA Convention at Madison Square Garden and, continuing her education, a summer abroad with Dr. John Heaps and a small class of 15 in Lincoln, England, studying the British Infant Schools.

She taught elementary education her entire professional career, first in Elk Lake School District and the majority years in the Wyalusing Area School District.  

Over the years, at a time when travel was not as easily accessible, she became a seasoned world traveler prompted by a curiosity and zest to learn of other cultures and places and experience God’s beautiful creation in different parts of the world.

Following retirement, she became part of the staff at Montrose Bible Conference serving in different capacities, including Conference organist and Tea Room hostess.  It is here where she met the love of her life, Franklin G. Baldwin, originally from Long Island, New York, then of Montrose, who also was a staff member.  They were married, on October 30, 1993, for 27 years until the time of his death on November 2, 2020.  

Music was such a big and active part of her life in multiple ways, including ministering as church organist in her home churches as well as special occasion rousing duets with her at the organ and her brother-in-law, Bob Holdren, at the piano.   

Being a fun loving, quick-witted, intelligent and thoughtful person all enwrapped in a love and care for others, she gave much joy and laughter to her family and friends.  She loved crocheting and making towel gifts and feeding the birds. (Not so much Eddie, the squirrel, for he was her birdseed thief).   But most, she loved her Savior, Jesus Christ, and served him faithfully. She presented and lived her life as she believed.  

Her final two years were spent at the Tunkhannock Manor Personal Care Facility where, as a life-long learner, she enjoyed time doing word search puzzles and matching and gaining knowledge with game shows. Even more, she was a prayer warrior for her family and friends.

Dorothy is survived by her sister, Doris B. Holdren Preston and brother in-law Floyd, of Tunkhannock, PA, nieces Chanda LaFrance Cunningham (Dennis) of Laceyville, PA, Bobbie LaFrance Hollett (Nelson) of South Auburn, PA, nephews, Frank Holdren (Lori) of Laceyville, PA, Torrey Holdren (Amy) of Tunkhannock, PA, and niece, Melody Holdren Montross (Dennis) of Tunkhannock, PA, two step-sons Thomas Carney (Elaine) of Lyman, SC, Edd Carney (Kathy) of Charleston, SC.,  as well as many grand and great grand-nieces and nephews. 

Being predeceased by a brother, Robert B. LaFrance Jr. (d. 1977), sister-in-law, Elaine Phillips LaFrance (d. 2020), nephew, Joseph H. LaFrance (d. 2014) and brother-in-law, Robert M. Holdren (d. 2003).