Birth date: Jun 19, 1954 Death date: Dec 10, 2014
Anne Maria Jones (Smith), aka "Annie Banannie" Born: June 19, 1954 in Fulda, Germany Anne graciously and comfortably accepted the call to be with her Lord on December 10, 2014 after a sudden illness and short stay in the hospital. Read Obituary
Despite what you may read in the obituary, Anne did have family here in the states. She lived with or near us for over 30 years. She helped raise me as a little one. She used to take me to the donut shop on Friday’s when I was 4, just like I do with my son now. She sang Happy Birthday to me every year in her loudest, most off-pitch voice (it was always the highlight of my birthday, waiting for that horrible rendition of Happy Birthday). She was there for every Christmas, birthday, Thanksgiving, graduation and my wedding. She taught me to swim. She watched me most days after school. She was my second mom. My kids call her Oma Anne. She used to record all my favorite cartoons on VHS. I still have those old movies from “Anne Smith” (the name she had before Curtis). I remember her famous spaghetti, the time my mom told me to go to Anne’s house “because she had steak!” She was always either living with us, next door or right down the street. She went where we went and vice-versa. She and my mom definitely got some awkward glances in the early 80s (two ladies caring for a little boy with no man around!). I remember the first crappy apartment she got right down the street from us when she was going to school for nursing. I remember that beater car she had. But it was all hers and she was making a life for herself, escaping the abuse she left behind in Georgia and starting from scratch with her family. I remember spending every day in the summer lounging pool side with Anne. I remember the times she busted up my high school parties. I remember the times she lent me money in college. I remember little Toby, her puppy. Just like family, I also remember the arguments and disagreements, but we always managed to work things out. I feel blessed that I was able to speak with Anne on the 9th. She wished me a happy anniversary and told me she was going to fight the ultimate fight. She told me how happy and blessed she felt that so many of her friends had reached out to her and that she felt so very loved. I reminded her that despite what happens, her family always has and always will love her. We love you Anne. Rest in Peace. Love,
Your Family (Eva, Gerald, Kristle, Kyren and Jayden)
Despite what you may read in the obituary, Anne did have family here in the states. She lived with or near us for over 30 years. She helped raise me as a little one. She used to take me to the donut shop on Friday’s when I was 4, just like I do with my son now. She sang Happy Birthday to me every year in her loudest, most off-pitch voice (it was always the highlight of my birthday, waiting for that horrible rendition of Happy Birthday). She was there for every Christmas, birthday, Thanksgiving, graduation and my wedding. She taught me to swim. She watched me most days after school. She was my second mom. My kids call her Oma Anne. She used to record all my favorite cartoons on VHS. I still have those old movies from “Anne Smith” (the name she had before Curtis). I remember her famous spaghetti, the time my mom told me to go to Anne’s house “because she had steak!” She was always either living with us, next door or right down the street. She went where we went and vice-versa. She and my mom definitely got some awkward glances in the early 80s (two ladies caring for a little boy with no man around!). I remember the first crappy apartment she got right down the street from us when she was going to school for nursing. I remember that beater car she had. But it was all hers and she was making a life for herself, escaping the abuse she left behind in Georgia and starting from scratch with her family. I remember spending every day in the summer lounging pool side with Anne. I remember the times she busted up my high school parties. I remember the times she lent me money in college. I remember little Toby, her puppy. Just like family, I also remember the arguments and disagreements, but we always managed to work things out. I feel blessed that I was able to speak with Anne on the 9th. She wished me a happy anniversary and told me she was going to fight the ultimate fight. She told me how happy and blessed she felt that so many of her friends had reached out to her and that she felt so very loved. I reminded her that despite what happens, her family always has and always will love her. We love you Anne. Rest in Peace. Love,
Your Family (Eva, Gerald, Kristle, Kyren and Jayden)
