(Relative)
A loving, kind, generous lady with tremendous personal strength who always cared more about others than herself. She was full of life and had a wonderful sense of humour. A mother who loved her children and grandchildren and would do anything for them. She loved her pets and cared about all animals.
First married Laurence Clarke in 1949. Second married George Wilson Hollett in August 1998.
Greatly missed. Never forgotten. She taught her children well. Thank you Mom.
Bio: Mary Jean Klett
Mom's favorite poem was Indian Summer by William Wilfred Campbell
Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
With love Mom... Mary Jean xx
A loving, kind, generous lady with tremendous personal strength who always cared more about others than herself. She was full of life and had a wonderful sense of humour. A mother who loved her children and grandchildren and would do anything for them. She loved her pets and cared about all animals.
First married Laurence Clarke in 1949. Second married George Wilson Hollett in August 1998.
Greatly missed. Never forgotten. She taught her children well. Thank you Mom.
Bio: Mary Jean Klett
Mom's favorite poem was Indian Summer by William Wilfred Campbell
Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
With love Mom... Mary Jean xx
(Relative)
A loving, kind, generous lady with tremendous personal strength who always cared more about others than herself. She was full of life and had a wonderful sense of humour. A mother who loved her children and grandchildren and would do anything for them. She loved her pets and cared about all animals.
First married Laurence Clarke in 1949. Second married George Wilson Hollett in August 1998.
Greatly missed. Never forgotten. She taught her children well. Thank you Mom.
Bio: Mary Jean Klett
Mom's favorite poem was Indian Summer by William Wilfred Campbell
Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
With love Mom... Mary Jean xx
A loving, kind, generous lady with tremendous personal strength who always cared more about others than herself. She was full of life and had a wonderful sense of humour. A mother who loved her children and grandchildren and would do anything for them. She loved her pets and cared about all animals.
First married Laurence Clarke in 1949. Second married George Wilson Hollett in August 1998.
Greatly missed. Never forgotten. She taught her children well. Thank you Mom.
Bio: Mary Jean Klett
Mom's favorite poem was Indian Summer by William Wilfred Campbell
Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
Now by the brook the maple leans
With all his glory spread,
And all the sumachs on the hills
Have turned their green to red.
Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,
Or past some river's mouth,
Throughout the long, still autumn day
Wild birds are flying south.
With love Mom... Mary Jean xx
