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Saturday, July 18, 2015
Church of Latter-Day Saints Thousand Oaks
1600 Erbes Road
Thousand Oaks, California, United States
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Funeral Service
11:00 am - 12:00 pm
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Church of Latter-Day Saints Thousand Oaks
1600 Erbes Road
Thousand Oaks, California, United States
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18
July
Final Resting Place
12:00 pm - 1:30 pm
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Pierce Brothers Valley Oaks Memorial park
5600 Lindero Canyon Road
Westlake Village, California, United States
818-889-0902
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Tina Johnson posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
In Loving Memory of
Joanne Gayle Johnson
Beloved Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Friend
Born: February 14, 1946 / Passed Away: July 6, 2015
Presiding: President David W. Roberts
Conducting: Bishop Alan Hackney
Chorister: Angela Rockwood
Organist: Jolene Facrell
Opening Hymn: “How Great Thou Art” (p. 86)
Invocation: Tracy Bowers
Joanne’s Childhood: As remembered by her sister, Janice Jenson; read by Kathy Lemon
Song: “I Am A Child of God, by Joanne’s Grandchildren, accompanied by Bethany Simonson
Tributes to Mother: Tony Johnson, Vickie Kelly, Tina Sullivan
Joanne’s Letter: Read by Leslie Hackney
Vocal Tribute: Tony, Vickie and Tina, “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” accompanied by Bethany Simonson
Eulogy: Jim Johnson
Closing Hymn: “God Be With You Until We Meet Again”(p. 152)
Benediction: Jeff Sycamore
Interment to follow at Valley Oaks Memorial Park in Westlake Village, California
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Tina Johnson posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And there proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
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Tina Johnson posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Musical number by children and grandchildren:
I am a child of God,
And he has sent me here,
Has given me an earthly home
With parents kind and dear.
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with him someday.
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Tina Johnson posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies
My love
The first time ever I kissed your lips
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command
My love
The first time ever I held you near
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last ‘til the end of time
My love
The first time ever I saw your face
Your face
Your face
Your face
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Tina Johnson posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Closing Song
1. God be with you till we meet again;
By his counsels guide, uphold you;
With his sheep securely fold you.
God be with you till we meet again.
(Chorus)
Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus' feet,
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.
2. God be with you till we meet again;
When life's perils thick confound you,
Put his arms unfailing round you.
God be with you till we meet again.
3. God be with you till we meet again;
Keep love's banner floating o'er you;
Smite death's threat'ning wave before you.
God be with you till we meet again.
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Jan Jensen posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Hello - My name is Jan Jensen, and I guess I am the only one left who knew Joanne her whole life. I am Joanne’s OLDER sister. I emphasize OLDER because this was a running joke between us. When Jo lost her hair the first time from chemotherapy, we convinced her to stop coloring her hair. Her hair came in grayer than mine, so when she introduced me, she always said, “she’s the older one.” It didn’t bother me—I was just proud to have her for a sister. She was my best female friend, my confidant, my sympathetic listener.
Joanne was born in 1946 when I was three years old. Our family lived in a tiny duplex in Burbank where our dad worked at Lockheed. Jo was in a crib in our parents’ bedroom, and each night they set up a roll-away bed in the living room for me. There were a lot of kids in our neighborhood, but our best friends, and their parents were our parents’ best friends, were two little boys next door. This year Joanne was thrilled to reconnect with one of them after all these years.
Our dad was also a photographer, and he took hundreds of photos, slides and movies of his girls. He also took group photos of his co-workers at Lockheed. We were blown away some years ago when looking over some of his old photos. There in one was Thelma Johnson, Jim’s mother! As they say, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
As a child, Jo was always very active, jumping around, doing acrobatics and in constant motion. I was quieter, reading, sewing and very un-athletic. I mostly remember her with beautiful long curly dark brown hair, both of us playing together with our dolls, and Jo clutching a tiny cloth bunny in her hand. In the summers we would play on the screened-in patio of our new home in Van Nuys. Our mom helped us save cereal boxes and packages to set up our own grocery store, or we cut out pictures of food from magazines to set up our own diner-type restaurant. We loved running through the sprinklers in our backyard, and Jo would be also flipping upside down on our metal swing set.
As a teenager, Jo was darting through the house like a whirlwind, as our dad called her, on the way someplace with her friends. Although we continued to share a bedroom, we both were involved in our own worlds, and I regret we weren’t very close during that time.
As we both got married and then became mothers, everything changed and we again became close friends. The cousins were all close in age, and we enjoyed many get-togethers with the kids playing together while Jo and I “played with our bags”, as we called it. In between visits we would gather magazines, new photos, coupons, or hand-me-down kids clothes and keep them in a bag for the next visit, then go through them when we got together.
Joanne was always involved in projects like her photo albums, making scrunchies for her small business, sewing, crocheting, or working on geneaology. She and Jim worked their vacation trips around her geneaology finds—England, Oklahoma, Illinois, and New England. She would research the areas and make an entire book of information about where they were going. I lived vicariously through them, and really felt I had participated as well.
At one time Jo mentioned remembering she always felt she had to try to get good grades like her older sister did. Well, Joanne, I think you surpassed me long ago. She was the one who finished college, and she was far smarter in math. She was the one who understood music theory; I just never got it. I envied her ability to work so kindly with handicapped kids, and she continued to keep in touch with many of them and their families. Joanne became a credentialed teacher and continued to substitute teach even as her cancer became worse.
Jo and I supported each other as we both battled breast cancer. Jo was so proud of her grandchildren and they adored her. My kids and grandson loved her too.
Joanne, you proudly wore the titles of wife, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, teacher, and friend. You will always be in my heart, and I truly will miss talking to you, little sister!
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Tina Johnson posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
The following are Joanne’s words, written in October 2013. After Joanne’s passing, Jim came across this file saved on the computer, written out as a note to Jim:
I LOVE my family. Family is everything to me. I am SO grateful to be sealed to you and our children. I am SO grateful to have grandchildren and am SO proud of our children and grandchildren.
I have a STRONG testimony of the Gospel, and I am SO grateful you helped share it with me.
I truly believe in miracles, so you could share some of my favorites.
This is to my sweetheart, last, but certainly not least. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART!!! We’ve been through SO much together. Married over 46 years and the time before that. When I first met you, it was the day Loraine introduced us at that fireside. Our song has always been, “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”. There WAS something special when we met. I realize our first dates were very much like missionary lessons, but that’s because I had so many questions and you had the answers. By about our 3rd date, people would say how much we looked alike, and how we acted like we’d known each other forever. That is also the way I felt. My best memory of our dates is when I asked you to take me to see the Los Angeles Temple. It was in January, 1967, and a foggy night. I felt the spirit SO STRONGLY that night. I just KNEW I was at the House of the Lord, just like it said on the outside of the building. I think that is when I became more interested in investigating the Church. Thank you for being the man you are – righteous, honorable, even stubborn. Your stubbornness has caused us many difficulties, but without your stubbornness, you would not be stubborn in the battle for righteousness. I am truly thankful that you saw something in me that caused you to care enough to help me join the Church. And to marry me, and stay with me through thick and thin. I look forward to many, many years in this life plus an eternity together. I LOVE YOU.
I’ve felt that I need to state my testimony for my posterity, so, here goes:
I have a tremendous testimony of the Savior and his atonement. I truly believe that he is my Savior, my friend, and my helper. I have had MANY times in my life when the Savior has come to my aid and I’ve felt His presence. Too many to mention, but constant and definite answers come to me all the time.
I have a DEFINITE testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, as taught by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I truly believe that Joseph Smith was called of God, saw the vision of the Father and Christ, and was a humble servant who tried to do all he could to restore the original church the way Christ taught it while he was on earth. I do believe that Thomas S. Monson is a prophet of God, and leads the Church today in righteousness.
I need my posterity to know how grateful I am that I was led to the LDS Church. That my many prayers were answered, and I was miraculously led to the truth. I was given a great gift in being able to learn about the gospel and to become a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I needed to fight for my testimony during my early investigations. My family (especially my dad) was violently opposed to me joining the Church. At one point I felt that I would need to make a choice between my family and the Church. I wasn’t willing to do that, and since have done all I could to retain a good relationship with my family while striving to follow the Church.
During my preparation for the Church History trips, I’ve been TREMENDOUSLY impressed by the sacrifices Jim’s family made for the Gospel and the Church. My little suffering (when I was deciding to join the Church) is nothing in comparison. Many members of Jim’s family gave up literally everything for the Church. The many stories of persecution, brutality, and being driven from their homes happened to many of Jim’s family members. They suffered TREMENDOUS hardships, loss of health, and death because of the things that happened to them. They were willing to sacrifice EVERYTHING for the Church. I am so pleased to have that as my heritage as well.
Miracles:
We struggled to be able to have children. Our children are truly miracles.
Children’s faith and pure knowledge of our Heavenly Father and the Savior – I learned about this from my children and grandchildren, as well as from Primary children.
Here is the story of Tony’s miracle when Junior was missing. I will retell it here. We had recently moved to this house and Tony was nearly 3 years old. We had a cat named Junior who liked to climb on rooftops and get stuck, when we lived in our old neighborhood. Several times we had needed to get him down with a ladder. When Junior was missing at our new house and hadn’t appeared for 3 weeks, I was about to give him up for dead, figuring he had been eaten by coyotes or run way. Tony convinced me to drive around the neighborhood one last time, looking for him on rooftops and calling his name. We had already done that many times, and never found Junior. Tony asked me to stop the car and he would pray. He said a sweet, 3-year-old’s prayer, asking Heavenly Father to find Junior and help Junior tell us where he was. I didn’t have much faith, and was sure Tony would be disappointed when we didn’t find Junior. We got home and got out of the car. A few minutes later we were in the back yard and Tony told me he could hear Junior meowing. We followed the sound and found Junior on the rooftop of the neighbor’s house two doors south of ours. He hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink for 3 weeks, he was very skinny, and his meow was very weak. But, he was loud enough we could find him, just like Tony had asked Heavenly Father for. We got a ladder and got Junior down. I felt terrible I had had so little faith. I was certainly taught by my 3-year-old.
Personal Journal: Feb. 13, 2011.
Today we had a class in Relief Society about the value of work. I told them about my job working for the school district for 19 years, helping handicapped children. I told how some of them were Autistic, had Cerebral Palsy, were blind, or had Down Syndrome. I told them how when I helped them, I felt like I was washing the feet of the Savior. I told them how I had told my boss how I felt, and she said she’d never thought about it that way. I told how I could have chosen any job, but by choosing this one, it changed me and had a tremendous influence for good on my children. I feel it is a miracle that I was working with handicapped children, I felt that these children were SO close to the Savior.
Journal entry from Jan 4, 2011 about help with family history and temple work
My favorite calling was when we taught Temple Prep together. I loved to work with people so excited to go to the temple for the first time, and enjoyed telling my story about seeing the LA temple for the first time,
Notes from a talk given on July 24, 2011 about Julia Burdell Hixson:
Sealing Julia to her parents 15 years ago, and about the TREMENDOUS experience I had in the Temple that day. Ward members were sealing many of my family members (Jim couldn’t attend), including a Methodist minister and missionary ancestors. I had felt the spirit with them, but nothing like what was about to happen. We had just sealed my grandmother Julia’s parents. Then I represented Julia as a child, as she was sealed to her parents, and suddenly, the spirit was SO strong. I BURST into uncontrollable tears, became very warm, nearly couldn’t breathe, and didn’t know if my body would survive it, because the spirit was SO strong. I’ve never felt anything like it before or since. Ever since then, I’ve felt a link to Julia, and I’ve wondered why I felt the spirit so strongly with HER. I KNOW Julia is helping me with my family history research, and comforting me during life’s trials. This is the closest I have ever felt to heaven and The Savior.
email from a man in England Sunday, I bore my testimony about a miracle that had happened to me. I can’t stop thinking about it. Fast Sunday, December, I was fasting about genealogy, specifically about 25 Struggles family members whose names were sent to the temple, then blocked and “need more information” was cited. Later that day, I received an email from a man in England. He said it had snowed so hard that church was canceled, and he decided to work on genealogy. He felt inspired to work on his late wife’s family (my family). He had gone into newFamilySearch and found my 25 names. My records showed “South Lincolnshire” was their birthplace. He said that didn’t exist in that time frame and changed them to “Lincolnshire”. This corrected the problem and they were ready for me to send to the temple. I said that fasting really does work, and I felt this was a miracle that he would be inspired to help me.
Another miracle is travel. I’ve always wanted to visit places all over the world. Because Jim has a job where he earns free flights and hotel rooms, this has become a reality. We are certainly blessed. During 2007, we were able to visit Nauvoo, Illinois and other Church History sites nearby. During 2008, we were able to visit Palmyra, New York and Church History sites there and in Kirtland, Ohio. In July 2009, we visited England where my family had lived. In Oct.2010, we visited the east from Massachusetts to Virginia, seeing where our families had lived, and discovering that Jim’s and my 8th great-grandparents were the same people. In May 2011, we had MANY miracles involving my family in OK and KS.
Flowers are important to me. Jim has made our house the “Flower House”. Please stop by our house and see our “Grandma Garden” (flowers our mothers grew), as well as flowers representing places we’ve traveled to, and many others. Jim thoroughly spoils me by planting flowers.
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Tina Johnson posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Tina’s talk for Joanne’s funeral:
In going through my mom’s things, I have come across several little hidden treasures that she left behind for me to find. One of them was an anonymous poem that I’d like to share with you:
Children Learn What They Live
If a child lives with criticism,
He learns to condemn.
If a child Lives with hostility,
He learns to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule,
He learns to be shy.
If a child lives with jealousy,
He learns to feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance,
He learns to be patient.
If a child lives with encouragement,
He learns confidence.
If a child lives with praise,
He learns to appreciate.
If a child lives with fairness,
He learns justice.
If a child lives with security,
He learns to have faith.
If a child lives with approval,
He learns to like himself.
If a child lives with acceptance and friendship,
He learns to find love in the world.
That simple poem sums up the philosophy that guided her interactions with every child she encountered.
My mom liked taking notes. When I went away to school, she would take notes on every phone conversation she had with me. She then referenced these notes in later conversations, following up on my goals and helping me to find direction in my studies. I wasn’t the only person who benefited from this attention to detail. As I sorted through her things, I found several spiral-bound notebooks filled with extensive hand-written notes on each of the children she worked with over the years.
Heaven knows she touched the lives of many, many children. Mom worked with the school district as an aide for kids with special needs. Ever an educator, she found joy in each small achievement that “her kids” would make. In her journal, she wrote: “I want to meet all these kids again in the next life and feel their strong spirits in bodies that function perfectly. What joy I’ll have to see them again and know that I had the privilege to serve them in this life.”
After decades of service in this capacity, Mom retired. But nearly immediately, she turned around and returned to the classroom as a substitute teacher. With her unique array of talents, she was a highly sought-after substitute. The district had her subbing for nearly every possible class at every level, from special ed to core courses like Math, Science, and English, and electives like Home Ec and Orchestra. Even as she battled cancer, she continued with this work several days a week – as much as she could handle. She told me that subbing brought her a great deal of joy and helped her to stay mentally sharp.
I’ll leave you with another quote, this one from Mom’s last journal entry:
“I hope I have taught my children what is really important in life and they will have loving worthwhile lives.” From her new vantage point, I hope she can see that she has.
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Jim Johnson posted a condolence
Sunday, July 19, 2015
From Joanne's memorial service
Eulogy
I want to thank you all for coming today as we celebrate the life of Joanne Johnson.
You may have noticed from what Leslie has read from Joanne, that Joanne somewhat wrote her own eulogy. I feel a little like Lincoln must have felt at Gettysburg in that there isn’t much more that can be said, but I will try anyway.
To understand Joanne, it is necessary to understand some basic tenants of her faith. I present this in the spirit of explanation and understanding, and not proselyting. I’ll leave that for our missionaries.
Mormons believe in marriage for time and eternity. These eternal marriages take place in temples which are dedicated to that holy work. We refer to eternal marriage ceremonies as sealings. We also believe that such ceremonies are earthly ordnances, and need to take place here, not in heaven. The primary reasons that we do genealogy work is to determine who our ancestors are, and who they were married to in life. We then perform those ceremonies for them with proxies standing in for them. The recipients of those ordnances have their free agency and can accept them or reject them.
It is generally felt that the vail between heaven and earth is sometimes very thin in the temples. Joanne explained that rush of emotion that washed over her when her great grandparents were sealed.
A few years later on vacation we visited the home sites in Oklahoma where her grandparents and great grandparents lived. On that trip we looked up the Cemetery where the great grandparents were buried, and on their headstone we found “there are no partings in heaven”. Even though that is not a doctrine taught by any other church, it is how that couple felt about their relationship. Joanne and I have included that inscription on our grave marker as you can see on the program.
That trip drew us closer to her family, visiting their homes and talking with families that still lived nearby whose parents and grandparents knew them.
Joanne was deeply involved with genealogy and submitted hundreds if not thousands of names of her ancestors for temple work. As a convert, she was the first in her family and there were many whose work would still be waiting to be done if it were not for her.
Joanne Gayle Johnson lost her valiant seven year battle with breast cancer on July 6th, 2015.
Joanne’s cancer was a stealthy type and as a result she was deep into it before it was discovered. She outlived everyone’s expectations.
I’m reminded of Mark Twain’s quote:
“It is not the size of the dog in the fight; it is the size of the fight in the dog”
Truly, there was a lot of fight in Joanne over her cancer.
Joanne was born on Valentine’s Day, February 14, 1946 to Phill and Lena Illingworth in Glendale, California. She grew up in West Van Nuys near Reseda. She attended Anatola Avenue Elementary School and then Birmingham for both Junior High and High School.
After high school she pursued and completed a Home Economics degree with an emphasis in fabric and clothing from San Fernando Valley State College (now California State University Northridge). This is an unusual degree, bridging science, especially chemistry, with business.
With her freshly minted degree, she worked for The Broadway and then Sears as a retail manager over clothing departments until the birth of her first child.
Returning to work after starting a family of one boy and two girls, she became a Teacher’s Aid to special needs children for the Conejo Valley Unified School District, wanting to be home for her children and loving children’s education. When she retired, she continued part time as a substitute teacher until shortly before her passing. She could have been a teacher at any time during her career as a teacher’s aid due to her college degree and extremely high scores on the qualifying tests, but she preferred to have the time she wanted with her family.
Joanne’s interest in fabric and clothing remained with her all her life and she designed and made clothing for family members and friends. She also enjoyed crocheting and genealogy.
On display are some of the things that Joanne made, including her wedding dress that was brilliant white when new and sort of light ivory now. Clothes making didn’t start with her. Also on display are clothes she wore as a child that were made by her mother and her aunt.
Our family albums are full of pictures of the family wearing clothes she had made, often working without patterns, having gained the skill of draping and fitting.
Joanne had an extensive doll collection that included doll clothes she had made.
Joanne had several unfinished sewing and crocheting projects when her time was drawing near. She badly wanted to complete them. After some discussion she agreed to ask for help and an email was sent out to her church sisters expressing this as one of Joanne’s wishes. The response was overwhelming. Most have been completed and all will be completed soon. When she learned of the response, it was like a weight had been removed from her shoulders.
Joanne was a prodigious scrap booker. There are two rows of a six foot long bookcase filled with scrapbooks during the course of our marriage. Looking at it reminds me of that Neil Diamond song, “The story of my life”. I’m not a scrap booker so it is not likely that the scrapbook story will continue.
As a child Joanne enjoyed playing the piano and became very accomplished, accomplished enough to become a piano teacher. Her love for music kept music in the home, and all three of her children enjoy singing and playing the piano.
When Vickie sang for a church talent show, one of her friends looked at me and said: I learned two things just now, first that Vickie doesn’t need a microphone and second that Joanne plays the piano.
She grew up in a home that practiced and taught Christian values although church attendance was not a big part of it. At times she attended the local Baptist church. In college, she attended a Philosophy class in which the instructor started the semester by telling the class that if they believed in God, they would not by the time the class was finished. It troubled her deeply, but she held on to her values.
She was one of two girls in a Chemistry class, and they became close friends. Joanne was focused on her education but dated some. She wasn’t particularly impressed with the guys she met until one special night. The other girl in the class invited her to attend an LDS Fireside. When she walked into the building she was struck by the nice clean cut young men and women in attendance. She later described it as she felt she died and went to heaven. That night she also met he future husband Jim. Because of her insatiable appetite for spiritual knowledge, she described her dates with Jim as more like missionary lessons than anything else. They were married about two years later. The story of Jim and Joanne is a true love story. They eventually adopted “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” by Roberta Flack as their song because it describes their feelings for each other so well.
That song was shared with you this afternoon, thanks to the talents of her children that Joanne was deeply involved with developing.
Joanne and I enjoyed traveling together mostly over the course of the last nine or ten years. My job included a lot of travel, and we took good advantage of the frequent flyer miles and hotel stays. Joanne was our tour guide, planning the itinerary, taking best advantage of the frequent traveler resources as well as researching the sites we visited. She had prepared by having something to read about where we were visiting that we sometimes read the night before or while driving to the next site to visit. Each night she would make a travel journal entry explaining what we saw that day and selecting the best photos to include in the nightly email to family and friends. Her efforts greatly enhanced the trips. All of this was scrapbooked too.
Joanne’s Christian ideals stayed with her all her life. She went out of her way to help people whenever she perceived a need. She preferred to do so quietly, staying in the background, out of her love for people, and not for praise. Her family and friends all remember her as that special helpful person.
Joanne was actively involved with Facebook. Her Facebook page has been turned into a memorial and all are invited to visit and post your remembrances. I have added my name to the account so you can find it as JimandJoanne Johnson.
Rose Family Mortuary has also devoted a page on their website as a memorial for Joanne and you are invited to post there, too.
As Joanne also told you, she enjoyed her flower garden front yard. Some of the neighbors refer to our house as the flower house partly from our effort to always have something in bloom. Two commercial grade park benches have been ordered and will be placed under a tree in that garden. One will have a placard that reads “Welcome to Grandma’s Garden – in loving memory of Joanne Johnson”.
Thank you again for being with us today to celebrate her life. May she continue to be an inspiration to us all.
In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
J
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