Ina Dee (nee Roy) Parmley, affectionately known as "Judy" her entire life, passed peacefully in her sleep Saturday, July 24, 2021.  She was 78.

Judy is preceded in death by her loving husband of 57 years, Phillip H. Parmley; her precious son, Johnny; her Grandmother Tobey and Aunt Opal "Georgie" Jenkins who loved and raised her; her parents:  Eddie Roy and Aileen (nee Frost) Raines; stepfather, Ray Raines; brother Billy Roy and sisters:  Doris Ann Fohl and Wanda Raines.

Survivors who will greatly mourn her loss are her son:  Phillip W. Parmley.  Her daughter and son-in-law:  Kelly and Sean Feldhaus; her grandchildren who were the lights of her life:  Marina, Olivia, Nicholas and Samuel Feldhaus; her brothers:  Herbert Ray and Michael Raines and her sister:  Charlene Hertle.  Also surviving are "her kids":  Randy Holden, Nikki St. Clair, Robby Hatter and Christine Simon who she loved like her own children.  Judy also leaves behind many, many dear nieces, nephews and friends, too many to name, but not forgotten.

She was born September 5, 1942 in Monticello, Kentucky and despite moving to St. Bernard, Ohio after marrying and living and raising their family there, Kentucky was always "home" to Judy and Phillip.  They lived at 25 Phillips Avenue for over 40 years and once retired they went back "home" to enjoy their little place near the lake.

Judy was a proud American and a proud Kentuckian, often beginning conversations or friendly debates with "...if it hadn't been for Kentucky, and then proceed to explain in detail with dates, names, and all, how the great state of Kentucky or how some great Kentuckian saved the day on numerous remarkable moments in history.  And she absolutely counted Sgt. Alvin C. York at the top of her "greatest Kentuckian's list", never mind that he was from Tennessee.  Judy would say while squinting her eyes and shaking her head 'yes':  "the border between Kentucky and Tennessee is kind of fuzzy down that way..."

Judy never met a stranger, made friends in the check-out line at the grocery or while pumping gas.  She was an expert conversationalist and knew a little something about everything.  She loved to talk, always with a scorching hot cup of coffee in one hand and a Virginia Slim in the other.  She was generous, fun-loving and compassionate.  She loved her family and community.  She picked up the slack and filled in the gaps along the way for family, friends and strangers alike.  And she didn't think twice about it.

You could always depend on Judy.  No one would want for a home cooked meal, a winter coat or a soft, warm bed while she had a say in the matter.  She left the light on, for everyone and had a "midnight snack" waiting for you too.  No matter how rough the water or wide the river, Judy would row the boat to help you.  She made cakes for the Cake Walk; chaperoned field trips; helped with the church's annual Spaghetti Dinner; went to Bible Study and never missed a Parent-Teacher conference.

Lover of books, reading, written words, libraries and bookstores, Judy would often tell you that, "half the world's problems would be solved if more people, read more often..."  Her favorite authors included:  Shelby Foote, Langston Hughes, Ernest Hemingway, Harper Lee and poets Lord Byron and Paul Laurence Dunbar.

She loved Elvis, Tom Jones and truth be told, Neil Diamond too.  "Junk is treasure" extraordinaire, Judy repurposed and "upcycled" furniture and other useful things (Phillip called it all "junk") long before it became the "in" thing;  card carrying member of the PTA and Titan Athletic Boosters;  Honk if you love porch geese and wave to everyone, makes no difference if you know them or not; lifetime student of history; American Civil War buff and self-proclaimed expert on US Presidents and US Presidential history.  She lovingly dragged her family to every battlefield, historical marker and statue east of the Mississippi River.  She scoffed at the mention of buying souvenirs in shops saying:  "...we want ' real' souvenirs...," which meant Judy accumulated a large and extensive collection of tree bark, pine cones, felled branches that were "in good shape" and rocks from her travels to Appomattox, Chickamauga, Fort Ancient and too many more places to count or name.  The only thing that rivaled her collection of "real" souvenirs, was her collection of books: the old, the new, the rare, the curious, some first editions, some leather bound, a few falling a part: she treasured them all and if she found out you had not read a book she had, well here, take her copy.

Judy loved singing show-tunes, having "company," talk shows, Spaghetti Westerns, film noir, classic Hollywood, art museums, Sunday Baroque on NPR, yard sales, family reunions, Christmastime, her sister-in-law Rose's sweet tea, a quiet snowfall, musicals and UK Basketball.  She never missed a UK game and cussed like a sailor during the entire game no matter how the Wildcats were playing.  She cried whenever she heard Elvis sing An American Triology.  Every single time.  She averaged one large pina coloda "with a little extra rum, please" every 3 years, would drink it all, too much, too fast and then vow she'd "never drink another!!"

Among the things she held sacred, besides family, friends, reading/literacy and community:  a rock from the Devil's Den in Gettysburg (brought to her by her grandchildren); The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier; the US Consitution; Happy Chandler singing "My Old Kentucky Home"; The Kentucky Derby, "...it's the longest held annual sporting event in the USA, just so you know..."  (She always placed bets on the Derby and if her kids asked if she had any luck, she'd ask:  "Why? Who wants to know?" and laugh).  And, last but not least:  her favorite founding father, Ben Franklin's wit and wisdom.

Judy was in failing health for the last 5 years of her life, but she never lost her spark.  For example, after learning that her young home health nurse didn't "even know who Waylon Jennings was..." and "to top it off" the nurse didn't seem to be a fan of Dolly Parton either.  So Judy told Kelly, "...you're gonna have to find someone who loves Waylon and Dolly as much or more than I do, or it's a waste of everyone's time..."

Judy was a good wife; an exceptional and loving mother; a proud and over-indulgent grandmother.  As she wished, there will be no funeral service.  Honor her life and memory by donating to your local library, to Dolly Parton's Imagination Library, or make a pilgrimage to Graceland.  Take way too many pictures while you're there and tell everyone, you ever knew all about it.  That's what Judy would have done and would want you to do too.

"...like the cover of an old book...its contents

worn out and stript of its lettering

and guilding...

Yet, the work shall not be lost;

For it will, as she believed,

appear once more...

In a new and more perfect edition,

Corrected and amended

By the Author..."

~ Benjamin Franklin

Hicks-Vaughn Funeral Home in Monticello, Kentucky is serving the family.

Judy's family would like to give heartfelt thanks to Grace Hospice, The Hospice of Dayton and Cedarview Nursing and Rehab in Lebanon, Ohio for the wonderful loving care they gave Judy.  We will be eternally grateful.