Obituary of JANE THOMPSON

A lifetime to Celebrate Jane Anglin-Fisher-Thompson June 25, 1915 - March 29, 2011 My Dear Tammy Jane, I sat here tonight visioning a little girl with her dog "Heidi" by the barn mad at those who cut down the beautiful trees as she walked toward me I saw tears in those little eyes. Tammy, the memories I have of you and I will remain with me as long as I live. I always enjoyed you spending the night with me laughing and giggling about everything especially when I would say "Yahtzee on me Tammy" and you would-thanks for the" paper-sack" just you and I had. The "Holliday Inn" and the spa and OH! That "midnight supper." Anyhow, I loved every moment. You are an inspiration in my life because of your strength, determination and loving ways. I can say as one of the grandmothers who is proud who admires the granddaughter and grandson of the "Mother" whom I love all so very much. Your mother has given me two great ones and I must not forget the great granddaughter whom I love and the man you married who is the greatest, kind considerate and "good-looking" in years ahead just remember your "grandmother," Yahtzee," "Paper sack," doughnuts, tic-tac toe and "Linda Drive Inn." I love you Tammy Jane and don't forget me. Love Forever, MomaJane. A Quote Jesus said, I AM THE RESURRECTION AND YOU WHO BELIEVE IN ME THO ARE DEAD YOU WILL LIVE AGAIN. That is a letter my grandmother wrote to me on July 4, 2001. Among all her writings, this one is the one I cherish the most. My family and I lost my grandmother, better known as "MomaJane" on March 29, 2011 around 6:49 AM. My mother held her hand as she took her last breaths. I could hear my mother say, "Hang in there Moma, we are all here." My grandmother was born in Tennessee but her family relocated to Hichita, Oklahoma when she was very young. Her father, Papa Neal, purchased a large Indian plantation and MomaJane often spoke of all her meetings there with the Indian Chiefs and Council Hill. She talked about the fresh fruit and vegetables and how much fun she had climbing trees and eating the bounty right from the vine. MomaJane's 96 years here on earth should always be held in high regard. My grandmother had a hard life but she never faltered on her enormous love and dedication to her family. My grandmother lived though wars, the Great Depression, and lost her first husband when my mother was only nine years old. Years later, when she tried to love again, that husband died and she remained without a mate my entire 39 years. While she attended Hichita School, she was famous for her play in basketball. She led the entire town to victory and her trophies remain in the school today. My grandmother played AAU Ball and opened doors for females in sports. My grandmother proved that women should be respected in sports and she had a shot nobody could guard. More than all this, MomaJane taught me about self-sacrifice, hard work, and how much a grandmother's love means to a family! My grandmother loved all of us so much but my brother, Benjy Dale Smith, had the distinct honor and pleasure of being raised by MomaJane. During all my life with her, I watched as her primary focus and dedication went toward my brother. She always made sure we all had plenty to eat but it was Benjy she cooked those fabulous meals for and lived to watch him enjoy raising his son Ty Dale Vernon Smith. She loved my brother more than life itself and it was my honor and pleasure seeing this love and learning from her example. Congratulations to my brother. I will say to Benjy, some people never experience that kind of love and the bond you had with MomaJane is and was so beautiful. As I mentioned, my grandmother was an excellent cook and chef. She was famous for her supreme meals and fried chicken. Oh the Thanksgiving and Christmases we had. I have so many memories of those gatherings and so many visions of my mother and grandmother in the kitchen. My grandmother would make chocolate cake known as "Poor Man's Cake." That cake was my brother's favorite. When he would come home at night his bed was pulled down and a piece of cake and milk was waiting for him. My favorite was her "Ice Cream Pie" with homemade crust. My grandmother also was famous for her homemade fudge. She tried to teach me once, but I cannot master it. All my favorite family traditions and recipes have to do with MomaJane!! She loved each and every one of us and I will never forget what all she did for me and what all she taught me. In her letter, from above, she asked me never to forget her. After reading this, how could that ever happen? I remember this plus a lot more. I miss you, MomaJane, so very much, and I have for a long time. Thank you for all the good times, the memories; long talks, sitting up waiting on Benjy and Mom to come home and tell us about all their adventures that night, the cornbread and milk before bed, laying next to you, with the cool night summer air blowing across us, as the box fan played it hum in the window, you holding me delivering a sense of safety, a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging, the hours you spent brushing my hair and educating me on the proper ways to handle boys and make them respect me, waking up at three in the morning to go to the donut shop and watch as you worked all day, drinking coffee with you and enjoying you making it like only you did, all the trips to Henryetta to visit Aunt Irene and Uncle Omer, where I had so many good times and learned about family, and those late night rides home in the maverick eating snickers laughing as you would whiz past people on the highway saying" Look at my rear end" or "He went that a way, Doc" asking you to watch our equipment and coming back as you sat on the trailer holding your Army issued 45, Donnie could not believe it, watching you hold Ty and my daughter, TJ and knowing how much love you had for them, and watching my dear sweet mother, at the end, bring you lots of food and taking care of you so good. We love you MomaJane and it will never be the same without you. We have all been blessed to have you and we want you to rest now. No more pain and no more suffering, just a sense of peace and celebration. Enjoy Heaven, MomaJane and give all our loved ones a big kiss and hug. You can finally learn what really happened to you brother, Uncle De De, in the war. All your questions will be answered and all you suffering over. You are in your Heaven. You will live in all of us, in our thoughts and in all of our hearts, FOREVER! Survivors are daughter, Torchy Jane Wolfe; grandson, Benjy Dale Smith; granddaughter, Tammy Jane Wolfe-Givens; grandson-in-law, Donnie Givens; great granddaughter, TJ Givens; great grandson, Ty Dale Smith and niece, Peggy Durbin. Also surviving are Tommy Lackey and family, Neal lackey and family, Doc Anglin and family, and Arthur Anglin and Family