There were ten of us. Our Mama, Daddy, 5 brothers
and 3 sisters made up this large family. We grew up poor--gravy and
biscuits just about every day, other kids laughing at our torn clothes,
cold winter mornings huddling around a stove which was the only source
of heat. But we had it all -
we had each other and with God's help we were just fine - just fine.
Joan was our big sister. She walked us to school ,washed the dishes
when the little ones wanted to play, told us stories at bedtime, and we
would often stand around her and sing while she played Mama's old
piano. Joan was a teenager during those wonderful fifties . She loved
to spin around in her "poodle skirt" to some of the greats like Elvis.
She was a wonderful person. When she smiled at you it would be with a
tilt of her head and the love would pour from her eyes.
took our Joan away on that
dreadful day! She was having a normal day just like we all do - just
working in her office. She was probably daydreaming a little and
thinking about her children, grandchildren , brothers and sisters. If
not family, she was working on creative ways to help her clients get
into there dream home or helping that special couple get into there
1st home. She was always thinking of others.
strength of family and God
above, weare going on with our lives. But our lives have a spot that no
one can fill - a spot for Joan. We know that finding the guilty party
will not bring her back but it will ease our minds when
convicted. Our prayers every day are for the authorities as they
diligently work for justice. God bless the Virginia State Police in
ther efforts. The
Brother and Sisters of Joan - we will love her forever!
Our Mother came from a tough childhood with plenty of
love and compassion to last the rest of her life. She was a giving
person and always put others first before herself. She married
our dad and had three children , a boy and then two girls. Our mother
always worked during our childhood , but never failed to be a
mom. No matter what problems came around she would always say "It will
be alright", and it turned out fine everytime. She taught us that a
positive attitude in life would always triumph over adversity. She and
dad made sure that we were brought up in a good Christian home , in
which we owe our belief , morals , and values. Our mother
was the greatest mom that kids could ever have.
I was in high school when my
mother found out her calling to go into Real Estate. Her first office
took up half the 2 car garage, on our home, that my dad and I built for
was so proud when she made her first sale. As she progressed she became
a Broker and opened her first real office with a secretary and one
associate. My mother was always a great business person who
never forgot the humanity in things. Mom and dad had divorced when I
graduated high school.We soon moved to Virginia where she was
successful in real estate again. We were all so proud of her
when she opened an office in Goochland county as Busy Bee Realty Inc.
sisters and I also went into real estate with our mothers help and
encouragement. She was
so proud of us that we chose to follow in her footsteps. She had built
her dream home and lived there only a year before all of this happened.
We often wonder what if,
but with the positive outlook, good Christian values and love that she
gave us, we only need to know that she is in Heaven watching us. We
will never give up on finding out who did this to our mom , we plead
for any information that will lead to the conviction of the ones
responsible. There is a hole in all of our hearts that will
never be filled . The ones responsible will have to answer to God one
day, however if you know anything and don't come forward ,you also will
have to answer to God too.
My sister and I would like
to thank you for taking the time to read about our mother. If you want
to do somthing for our family please tell or forward this web page to
anyone you know. Thanks
From Howard, Jenny, Sonya
Christmas Grandma This one goes out to my Grandmother that I truly loved
Who now lives in a golden palace up above
I know someone took you in a horrible way
And I only wish one last time I could say
“I Love You Grandma!”
I sometimes find myself about to cry
I only wish I could have watched you fly
I always ask God why someone took you.
When you passed we got some of your stuff
Including a beautiful brown hutch
But that doesn’t really help me much
Because I still long for your warm gentle touch.
Grandma, I remember standing at your grave
Only wishing God could have saved
Saved you from that horrible man.
God saw you were in pain
So he asked you if you would take his had
To come live in a place that would never end.
When you took his hand the pain went away
But I still wish I could say
“I Love you Grandma” one last time.
I remember that warm day how I felt inside,
I wanted to be alone so I could hide,
Hide from all the pain I had,
But everytime I kept thinking about it
It made me more mad
Now all I can do is think
about the Christmas that we had
even though I can't see you this Christmas
or sing as your long slender fingers dance across the piano
or taste your cooking you will be in my heart
Grandma you will always be my guardian angel, and we will
spend this Christmas and all of our next Christmas' with you
in our heart and we will never be apart
I Love you Grandma