Saturday, April 16, 2022

The Oldest Sister in Our Ward Passes Away

 The oldest sister in our ward recently passed away.  The ward asked for memories of her.  This is what I wrote:

Ken and I have known Jean for a long time.  She and her husband, George lived in this ward back in the 1980’s.  Their home was in what is now the Bloomington Hills 8th ward, but was part of the 4th ward then.  They were kind, good, and faithful people.  George’s hobby was woodworking in which he incorporated clocks.  Their home was decorated beautifully.  Jean was called as the Primary secretary when Ken was the bishop.  At that time, monthly inservice meetings were held for Primary teachers, and I remember attending some of those meetings in their lovely home.  Jean was a gracious hostess, providing refreshments for all.

I don’t remember exactly when, but she and George moved from the ward for a while, then, after becoming a widow, we were happy to have Jean move back into the ward.  She faithfully served as Sunday school secretary for many, many years.  I have memories of her leaving Sunday school class a bit early each Sunday, and soon thereafter you would hear the bell ring, signaling the end of class.  She was punctual and faithful in her calling.  [They don’t do that any more.}

Right to the end, Jean faithfully attended church meetings every Sunday.  Even the Sunday before she passed, she was in both sacrament meeting and Relief Society.  What a fine example of faith and endurance.  

Jean was a spunky 94-year-old.  She bowled right up to last week of her life, usually six days a week- sometimes twice a day.  She also walked her dog every day as we would see her on the trail behind our house most days.  She collapsed while walking her dog, and died that evening.  She died in the saddle, so to speak. Her philosophy was to keep moving and it served her well.  Church won't be the same without her as she was there faithfully every week.  Those are the things I learned from Jean.  A side note:  She looked like and kind of sounded like my cousin, Linda.  Every time I talked to her, I thought of my cousin.


Glenna Jean Frost

Jan. 14- 1928-March 19, 2022



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