Delores Ellen Snider Salt
June 25, 1930 - April 15, 2013
She was creative, smart and always thought of others before herself. She never complained and was independent until the end. We loved her dearly and miss her terribly.
She passed away from pneumonia April 15, 2013 surrounded by loved ones. She was born June 25, 1930 in Salt Lake City, Utah to Beatrice Brown and George S. Snider.
She graduated from West High School and worked as a waitress until contracting Polio in 1951. Then she worked touching up and adding color to photographs.
She loved Bingo and was a permanent fixture at Southgate Bingo. She loved trips to Las Vegas with her family and the runs to Wendover, always the optimistic gambler!
Mom loved Christmas it was always a very special time for her. She worked and shopped endlessly to make the holiday special. We will always have fond memories of the wrapping parties at her home. She loved to sing. Her favorite things to do was read everything she could especially medical articles, she watched a few select TV shows and loved her Enquirer crossword puzzle she even won $25 once for sending in the correct answer.
Married Carl Christensen had one child Gerri L. Christensen, later divorced.
Married Max William Salt April 2, 1960 they had 2 children "Bill" Max W. (Brigitt) Salt, Ann K. (Bob) Peverley, 8 grandchildren, 7 great grandchildren.
Preceded in death by her parents; husband Max; and two grandchildren Jessica and Jason.
We would like to thank Lisa Jones and Gena Camarillo for the love and friendship they had with mom she always thought of them as daughters.
Graveside services will be held Monday, April 22, 2013 at 12:00 pm at Salt Lake City Cemetery, 4th Avenue "N" St. Viewing Sunday April 21, 2013 6-8 pm and Monday 10:30-11:30 am prior to services at Starks Funeral Parlor, 3651 S. 900 E. SLC, UT.
In Loving Memory
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Francisco
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