Bethel B. “Bernice” (Scarbrough) VonRoeder, age 92 of Arcanum, passed away peacefully on Thursday, July 31, 2025, at her home surrounded by her loving family. She was born on March 17, 1933, in Arkansas, the daughter of the late William & Purley (Ratliff) Scarbrough.

Bernice was a farmer all of her life, she worked in the strawberry, bean, black berry, and raspberry fields, as a new crop supervisor and teaching how to pick these fruits and vegetables. She enjoyed reading, crocheting, and spending time with family and friends. Bernice was also a member of the Seventh Day Adventist Church, and Baptist church, and assisted with the church donations to help the families in need in her community.

Preceded in death by her husband William VonRoeder, her daughter Evelyn Christine Miller, her granddaughter Tamera Vasili, 8 brothers and sisters, and by her granddaughter-in-law Stephanie LeGrande.

She is survived by her son Ronnie LeGrande and wife Dawna, her sister Wilma Shamblin, 6 grandchildren David Wilson and wife Michelle, Sarah Peters and husband Eric, Ronnie LeGrande and wife Monica, Shey-Rima LeGrande, Jason LeGrande and Jennifer Miller, as well as numerous great grandchildren, great great grandchildren, nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.

Private Services will be held. Arrangements entrusted to the Swart Funeral Home, West Carrollton.

Please share memories and condolences at www.swartfuneralhome.com. Expressions of Sympathy, Love, and Thinking of You cards may be sent to The Family of Mrs. Bethal B. “Bernice” (Scarbrough) VonRoeder, C/O Swart Funeral Home, 207 E. Central Ave., West Carrollton, Ohio 45449.

Ronnie wrote this for me in 1988 – Bernice VonRoeder

On whose hands once soft

and tender

grow callous hard

with toil?

And whose brow

once fair and

mild grow lines

of age and worry?

And on whose shoulders

once proud

when young lies heavy

the faint name of Mother.

Your tender soul grown tired with pain

whose lap held the hearts

of children as they

cried their tears of hurt

and ran away to play.

I, your son with humble

sorrow too late too

realized the loss

Of you, my

Mother.

I knew your love better

 than others

And I was seldom good

 I brought tears

to your eyes with deeds

 and haughty words

But age has brought

 a remembrance

of all that you have

done, and if you can still

still forgive me

Mother

accept this Love from your son.