Loving Companion, Wife,
Mother and Grandmother,
World Traveler who wore the
White glove to inspect our universe
Handy with a needle and thread,
Pots and Pans, Tonics and Pills.
Kept many collections going. Had a
Saying for every occasion and ex-
Pressed it often to the chagrin of many.
Animal Lover, and finder of pennies.
Could and would speak with anyone
And everyone. The whole world was
Her friend. She will be very much
Missed but keeps an eye on us as she
Walks and talks with the Lord.
by E. Jo Janoe Fannin 6-04-03
Betty Jo Janoe 74, of West Palm Beach, FL, passed away on May 18, 2003. She was a resident of South Florida since 1987 having moved from Arkansas. Mrs. Janoe was a member of the VFW Ladies Auxiliary.
Survivors include her companion Kenneth Walton; children E. Jo (Glenn) Fannin, Lois Jean Long, Ralph E. Janoe, Jr., Peggy Joyce Janoe, Debbie Jane Janoe and her life partner Ellen and Kenneth John (Suzette) Janoe; 18 grandchildren; 18 great grandchildren. Her husband Ralph E. Janoe, Sr. predeceased her in 1986.
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MY MOTHER'S HANDS
My Mother's hands, I remember,
Were soft and calm and gentle,
And like morning prayer, somber,
And cared for me, more than a little.
Hands that tended my brow,
And soothed my raging ills,
Busy hands, always there,
With syrup, tonic and pills.
Hands that crafted and mended,
Yet supple and full of grace,
Which taught me to turn the pages,
And took me to the worship place.
Hands with brush and comb,
Would groom and curl my hair,
And guide me through my troubled times,
All this she did but with one pair.
Those hands so warm and tender,
With love in every finger,
Will forever be with me,
The memory will always linger.
by Jo Fannin ©2001
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GOD GRANT ME MEDITATION
God grant me this day
To make amends to all
For what I have said
Before you call.
I would not want to leave
Undone and unsaid
All of my thanks
For your loving bread.
You have guided my way
And directed my feet
Through the worst of times
To make life complete.
Softened my touch
And whispered my voice
Then gave me a word
In which to rejoice.
Molded my will
And let me gentle be
Allowed my willful
Eyes to see.
by Jo Fannin ©1990
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