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Anna Elizabeth Johnson...mother of Wallace Wallace Williams...April 5, 2008
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EULOGY ANNIE ELIZABETH JOHNSON JANUARY 9, 1927 APRIL 1, 2008 Presented by Wallace Williams April 5, 2008 Anna Elizabeth Spaulding was born January 9, 1927 in St. Mary, Marion County Kentucky. She was the second child of Clarence Spaulding of and Anni e Downs of St. Mary, Marion County, Kentucky. Spaulding, of Detroit, Michigan, Clarence Spaulding Jr. deceased and James Villa Spaulding, deceased and three girls Catheri ne Wells Goodrich, of Indianapolis, Indiana and Sara Watha Cotton of Bardstown, Kentucky. She is the mother of two children, Wanda Faye Johnson of Indianapolis, Indiana and Wallace David Williams of St. Croix, Virgin Islands. In the early years when sh e was about 10 years old, the family moved to Campbellsville in Taylor County Kentucky to the house where her sisters were born and the house where first child Wallace was born. Her parents were devout Catholics and raised the family in its true tradition . Her father Clarence was laborer for the Louisville and Nashville Railroad and a sharecropper. Her mother Annie (Emma) was a housewife. As the big sister of Catherine, Sara, George, Clarence Jr. and Villa, she attended Durham school, down the road and a cross the creek from our house until her young adult years as she prepared herself, for motherhood. When she was 21 she brought life to Wallace David Williams on October 23, 1946 in Campbellsville. 1952 she brought life to Wanda Faye Johnson in Campbellsville. Most of her adult l i f e she was a housewife. Always calm, she never got upset, at least there was no outward appearance. She was always a positive person, never had a bad thing to say about anyone, at trait her two children always strive to emulate It was while preparing these words about our mother that my sister and I discovered that neither of us ever saw our mother cry. phrase she picked up when as a young woman and worked at the Fort Knox Army base.


Our mother never flew in an airplane in spite of the fact that her son was an Air Force to St.Croix to music lover especially in her younger years. ldren made her proud. We have had similar but distinctly separate roads traveled in our lives. My sister has spent all her life close to my mother. I have spent barely any of my life with my mother. Both of us have been devoted to the business of helping people. We both earned college degrees, We are both public servants, my sister a License Practical Nurse who has brought comfort to thousands of patients in her 20 plus years of service. I a Vietnam Era Veteran, and a librarian who has help provide the gif t of books and reading to thousands of people in the Virgin Islands in my 30 year career. Our mother can be proud of the fact that we both have achieved the highest degree of respect in our professions and the communities we have worked. Her son was an Altar Boy, has had a successful college basketball career, competed in the marathon of the Olympic Games. In the 100 plus years of our combined lives, my sister and I know that it would be hard to find people who have nothing but good things to say about u s. That our mother the sister of our aunts and uncles and the daughter of our grand parents, brought us into this world is a true blessing to us both. Without her none of the aspirations, achievements and enjoyments in life would ever be. God made a wond erful mother God made a wonderful mother; A mother who never grows old. He made her smile out of sunshine; And He molded her heart out of gold. In her eyes He placed bright shining stars. In her cheeks, fair roses, you see...... God made a wonderful mother; And he gave that dear mother to me. Ayesha Raoof