Carol A. Ferguson

July 26, 1956 ‒ February 11, 2019

Bucyrus, Ohio

Carol A. Ferguson, 62, of Bucyrus passed away Monday, February 11, 2019 at the Bucyrus Hospital.

Born July 26, 1956 in Shelby, Ohio, she was the daughter of Jack and Mary (Lybarger) Shepherd.  She married Gerald Ferguson and he preceded her after 25 years of marriage.

She was a graduate of Shelby High School in 1974 and obtained an Associates Degree in Medical Coding from North Central Technical College.  She worked in medical records for many years at Willard and Shelby Hospitals.  She enjoyed genealogy, taking care of her farm animals when they lived on Brokensword Road and loved spending time with her grandchildren.

She is survived by a son, Ben (Mallory) Hoskins of Bucyrus; four grandchildren, Abigail Hoskins, Zachary Hoskins, Reese Garvin and Rozlan Hoskins; sister, Sue Chandler of Mansfield and brother, Fred (Toni) Fair of Norwalk.

In addition to her parents and husband she was preceded in death by a daughter, Christina Hoskins; a sister, Cathy England and a nephew, Patrick Fair.

The family will hold a Celebration of Life at a later date.

Memorial contributions may be made to the family in care of the funeral home.

Richardson Davis Chapel of Snyder Funeral Homes in Galion is honored to serve the family of Carol Ferguson, and condolences may be made to them at www.SnyderFuneralHomes.com.

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  • So, so sorry to hear this. Carol was one of the West Park Drive “gang”. As kids a bunch of us use to hang out at the pavilion there during the summer time. Rest in peace Carol.

  • Very sorry to hear of this loss. We all had a great time growing up in the West Park area. She had a laugh that will stay with us. May the angles stay with her as she rest in peace! Thanks for all the smiles Carol!

  • She was my best friend in high school .we had a lot of fun. Will mis her very much. Becky Baldridge

  • Sorry for the loss. I remember Carol falling off the back of my mini bike as I tried to impress her with my riding skills. Thinking about West Park Drive at this distance of time and miles feels like watching an old movie about a bunch of troublemaking kids. My Dad still talks about those days as the best of our lives.