Morris Family Tree
My Aunt Alice Visited Me After All These Years… And I Think I Know Why
My Aunt Alice Visited Me After All These Years…
And I Think I Know Why
I woke up this morning with my Aunt Alice on my mind. At first, I had no idea why she came to me. But, it was fun thinking about her and her love for me was comforting. I thought of all the fun we had I had when I visited my Uncle Dad and Aunt Alice Morris in Pineville, Mississippi – an area of what was “country” to me in the Long Beach area of the Mississippi Gulf Coast. When I was a girl, they lived on the property established by Aunt Alice’s father as a dairy farm and business. Her folks were still living there in the house – the Franks – and I enjoyed visiting with them and getting to know them when I was younger. The Franks were good people! I thought their farm was paradise. There was a large pecan grove, a big barn, outbuildings and plenty of animals. Glorious!
At one time, my Uncle David started raising quail in the big barn. He would let us go out and look at the quail operation. He sold the quail for meat. When it was Easter time, we brought quail eggs back home and dyed them just for fun. Quail eggs are pretty small, but, they are beautiful! We boiled them and dyed them along with our regular chicken eggs. My grandmother, Mamaw, would even pickle quail eggs. I would bring home quail eggs and twice used them as elementary level school science projects that landed me in the city-wide science fair. Once, I made first place! I loved raising the baby quail I hatched in my little incubator. Uncle David and Aunt Alice were proud of me.
My Aunt Alice had a smile that radiated through her eyes – the joy shone through. She had a way of making me feel good about myself. She appreciated the way I would watch over her little girls as a big sister would. This would give her some freedom and rest for a little bit. She and Uncle David had four girls – my sweet cousins – built in best friends. But that is a handful! Did I mention Renee and Rhonda’s spunkiness? It was a thing. A FUN thing. I felt close to that family and they loved me ever bit as much as I loved them. It is something that is hard to put in words sometimes. I can hear the laughter still today and it has been many, many years that have passed since I saw last saw my Aunt Alice and her girls together.
On the occasion of my high school graduation, my Aunt Alice gave me a questionable and definitely unexpected gift that made me scratch my head. (I have to bust out laughing every time I think about it now.) She gave me a sea-foam green negligee. I was shocked! I hate sea-foam green, always have. Sea-foam green reminds me of hospital walls. The negligee, well, okay, then. I would not know what women wore those things for until a few years passed. I was still in my flannel phase when it came to pajamas. Momma, a Southern Baptist, was floored. I opened it and very appreciatively and respectfully gave my sweet Aunt Alice thanks. She was so proud! She fully expected to flabbergast my mother, I could see it in her eyes. She meant to rile my mother up. She laughed! She said that I would need that in the years to come. Aunt Alice was full of life and passion! Enough said. I loved her all the more for her gumption. I don’t remember ever wearing the negligee and I don’t know what happened to it. I suspect my mother intervened, don’t you?
Although I never got “preached to” by her, Aunt Alice had a way of conveying her spiritual beliefs and I went to church with the her and Morris girls a few times when I spent the weekends with them, which was several times a year. And. I. Loved. Going. To. Pineville. I loved going to their little church in Pineville, too.
I felt freedom at the Frank/Morris farm. I fell in love with everything to do with country life. Even mucking out the chicken house. But, I felt the true sense of what it was like to grow up with a momma and daddy at a time I was living in a fatherless home. I saw the love in Aunt Alice’s face when she was with Uncle David. I learned from her that you could love a man whole-heartedly even when you disagreed with him. And I saw my Uncle David’s love for Aunt Alice. I saw she loved her parents very, very much and they loved her. It did my soul such good to see a family living together. Two generations with much respect going both ways. Aunt Alice had a good soul and shared her joy with all of us.
Uncle David and Aunt Alice did love their beer on the weekends. Uncle David turned us girls lose in the pecan grove with big burlap sacks and told us to pick up pecans that had fallen on the ground. He gave us fifty cents for a full bag. The bags were waist high on me and I was the tallest one of us kids in my family and theirs because I was the oldest. That was a lot of work, but, it was fun. I have never forgotten the smell of the pecan grove. I don’t know how to describe it, but, I have dearly missed it. Every fall, is still pecan time for me. I noticed Uncle David and Aunt Alice would leave us in the grove (right next to the house) and they would go drink beer with Momma and Mamaw on their front porch. Momma and Mamaw did not drink beer. At. All. They had coffee, thank you very much! That must have been a respite for all four of them to let us run wild while they rested from work.
The days I am thinking’ of were before the youngest daughter was born. She was born when I was around 17 and I loved to hold her. But, even after the youngest was born and was a toddler, I went camping with them on the Wolf River on our Uncle Johnny Morris’ private property – it even had a beach! They loved to fish, I loved to swim. Heaven. Some of the best days of my childhood were spent loving the Morris cousins and my beloved uncle and aunt. They were so good to me. I associate the word “freedom” with that family.
My Aunt Alice and Uncle David married when she was just 16 according to Mamaw. He was a tall and very handsome man. She was a stunning beauty. They both had the most beautiful eyes and smile. I did some of Aunt Alice’s family tree in connection with my family tree on Ancestry.com. Her ancestry was fascinating and her family history surprised me because I knew so little, really, about her background. I remember associating the Franks with German background when I was growing up. And I seem to remember some sort of foreign accent with Poppa Frank, but, that memory is now too far away in my mind and I may not be remembering correctly. I just know that marriages were strong in that family. And family was everything…
Except… the bowling alley (and church). I was luck enough to be the one in my family that got to hang out with the Morris cousins the most. They would pick me up and we’d all go to the bowling alley in Gulfport. My aunt and uncle were dang near professional when it came to bowling. They were in leagues. That was professional in my mind. They had their own bowling shoes and bowling ball. I was so going to have my own bowling equipment one day. I wanted to follow in their footsteps. But, actually, when they were bowling, they were all business. They won prizes for bowling while I ran with their daughters as what I now would call being “bowling alley rats”. We played in the background and I kept an eye on my cousins as my aunt and uncle seriously bowled. They were in tournaments. I was so amazed at them.
Aunt Alice went to tech school to get her diploma in medical records transcription. She went to work at Gulfport Memorial Hospital. She was “smart-as-a-whip”, as my mother liked to say about her. All four of my Morris cousins were smart-as-a-whip, too. I saw my Aunt Alice as a “women’s libber” and I saw she raised her daughters that way, too. She did not take any sh*t from nobody. That was something I admired in her. She could have a hot-temper, but, only if it was deserved. She had a strong will and a strong mind. I hope I have incorporated Aunt Alice into my life. I think I have, but, I could use more of her personality in my life. She knew how to have fun. I miss her laughter. And the expressions she made with her face. She could be so funny.
My Uncle David was in the Air Force and was a staff sergeant at Keesler Air Force Base. I remember visiting him at his office at Keesler. I was raised an Air Force Brat, so, anytime we had to go to the doctor, it was to Keesler A.F.B. hospital and clinic. Uncle David’s office (in an old barracks building) nearby. He was very handsome in a uniform I must say! Aunt Alice was proud of him, I could tell even if she did not say it out loud.
So, this was all in my head as I lie in bed this morning thinking about her. Sometimes I feel the angels in our lives come to us in the nighttime. Are they truly guardian angels? That is what I believed as a child. I think it is true now as well. I feel them the most in the morning and sometimes during the night. I will experience the need to get up and write about the special one I have on my mind. I think they are there for a reason. They seem so fresh in my memory. No years have passed, we have not aged. Sometimes I cry because I miss them so much, but, comforted that they have come back to visit.
In the 1990’s my mother sent me a precious ceramic figurine one year for Christmas from Mississippi when I lived in Palm Harbor, Florida. She said my Aunt Alice had made it in her sister’s ceramic shop. I had no idea Aunt Alice was crafty! Such painting talent! Is Aunt Alice’s spirit attached to that ceramic cow? All these years I have kept that Holstein cow on my kitchen window sill, until sometime a year or go I had moved it to my dining room hutch fearing I might accidentally break it. But, yesterday, I moved the cow back to my kitchen window sill, to make room for a little memorial shelf dedicated to my little Westie, Polie, who went to Rainbow Bridge last week. Was she sending me a sign that she was happy to be back on her window sill? I often thought of her as I washed dishes. Did she help me fix the memorial for Polie knowing she loved critters as much as I do?
Did Aunt Alice come to me to comfort me after the death of my sweet little doggie this past week? She passed years ago. I had not thought of her for some time, since the cow was no longer on my kitchen window sill, and now she shows up at a time I am feeling very spiritual about my dog. She was one of the great animal lovers in my life. She always had a dog or two hanging around on the farm. She re-homed our mean Shetland Pony and told me the pony drank coffee with her on her front porch. She loved him when he bit most of us kids. This is why I woke up and went straight to my laptop to record my memories and thoughts of her, so I would not lose them. I smile because I am comforted by thinking of the love Aunt Alice and Uncle David gave me. Without a doubt, I am grateful and I am blessed.
And now, the cardinal couple just appeared at my bird feeder. Angels watchin’ over me…
Alice Claire “Frank” Morris (11 AUG 1938 – 13 OCT 1999)
Martha M (Park) Wright 1826-1909
When Martha M. (Park) was born on June 17, 1826, in Athens, Georgia, her father was Baptist Park and her mother was Frances. She married James P. Wright in 1845 in Jackson, Butts, Georgia when she was 19 years old. They had one child, Frances M. “Fanny” during their marriage.
In 1840, when Martha was 14 years old, her mother, Frances “Fanny” (Chandler) Park, died.
In 1845, Martha married James P. Wright. She was 19 years old. January 8, 1845 brought Martha a daughter in Georgia whom she named Frances “Fanny”.
According to an 1850 Census: Martha lived in Jackson, Butts County, Georgia – Subdivision 45. The census lists Baptist Park 50 as a farmer, Martha M. Wright 22, Frances V. Parks 20, Nancy C. Parks 18, Frances M. Wright 5.
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D. E. Morris in Moss Point Odd Fellows Lodge
The Pascagoula Democrat-Star
May 04, 1894
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Moss Point Secret Societies
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Moss Point Lodge N. 117 I. O. F. [sic] meets every Monday night at K. of H. hall. D. E. Morris, N. G.; A. F. Dantzler, Secretary.
“I. O. O. F.” is an abbreviation of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. David Edmund “D. E.” Morris was my great grandfather and was best friends with the Dantzler family. – Note from TRose
Welcome, Tenderly Rose, to this wonderful world!
Happy Birthday to me!
Momma told me that if you sent a baby birth announcement, The White House would respond with a message from the first lady. So, she did it. And that’s how we got this memento of 1956.
D.E. Morris Purchases 40 Lumber Railroad Cars for Dantzler Mills
1912-10-14 Daily Herald – Gulfport, Mississippi
40 CARS FOR DANTZLER MILLS
D.E. Morris Purchases Cars to Be Used In Moving Lumber of Big Company’s Mills
Gulfport, October 14
D.E. Morris, manager of the Dantzler Foundry, returned last night from Chicago, where he went to buy 40 lumber cars for the Dantzler Mills. The deal for these cars was practically closed, but it is not known when they will come forward. “The big truck line railroads,” says Mr. Morris, “are getting freight cars to relieve the congestion of freights along their lines. In the pursuance of this practice they will get cars which are billed to the roads owning and operating them, and convert them to their own use. Not in the history of railroading in the west has there been such a wild scramble for cars with which to move the grain crop to the exporting centers. The movement of the cotton crop also is creating an additional demand for cars.”
(My great-grandfather)
son of David Edmund “D.E.” MORRIS
daughter of John Harkness MORRIS
Me and My Daddy Jim
“Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.”
—Gloria Naylor
I was born a Bosworth, but, my parents divorced before my first birthday and I never knew my biological father until I graduated from high school. So, my “Daddy Jim Estrada” is the father I knew as my special angel when I was growing up on the Mississippi Gulf Coast as an Air Force brat. My Daddy Jim adopted me when he married my mother – I was just a little tiny girl about 2 1/2 years old. I remember so much about him. He was a wonderful daddy to me. Sadly, he was killed as a pilot flying in the USAF flying Strategic Air Command program when we were stationed at Bunker Hill Air Force Base in Indiana. I was just six when a terrible accident happened. He was flying in a B-58 (“Hustler”) bomber. One day I’ll write the story of my Daddy Jim. I am just as devastated today by his death as I was when I was told he was killed. It is a difficult thing to remember back to his death, but, it is a story worth telling as it colored my whole life and my perceptions of life in general. Little girls need their daddies.
- Jim Estrada and Tenderly Rose
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Not a very good photo of a photo – but, it is priceless to me. This is Daddy Jim and me at the Biloxi Amusement Park. 
When we were stationed at the Air Force Base in Altus, Oklahoma we went on a picnic after my baby “tister” was born. This is me and Daddy Jim and my “Lambie”. 
Daddy Jim Estrada and Tenderly 1959 when we were stationed at the Air Force base in Altus, Oklahoma.
- Visiting Mamaw (Rosie S. Morris) at Easter Time. At this time we were living in Oklahoma, but, always visited Mamaw whenever we could. – In this photo: Me, Daddy Jim and my sister at Hungry Hill on Wisteria Street in Gulfport, Mississippi.
Thinking of Mamaw – today is her birthday…
Photo of my grandmother as a young woman fresh out of nursing school at Rockefeller Hospital. Cir. 1915. She was born and raised in the Mississippi woods. She was the daughter of John George Smith and Mary Jane Rice of Seminary, Mississippi. Rosie was a private duty nurse and registered nurse at Kings Daughters Hospital and Gulfport Memorial Hospital. Her daughter, Jane Morris Estrada, was my mother.
BIRTH: 8 DEC 1895 • Seminary, Covington, Mississippi, USA
DEATH: 31 MAR 1984 • Gulfport, Harrison, Mississippi, USA
The Ghosts of Gulf Gardens Come Alive in Daily Herald article by Geoff Pender
I would like to personally thank Geoff Pender of the Daily Herald for this article. My mother, Jane Morris Estrada was interviewed in the piece. I learned things about the neighborhood I grew up in that I’d not been aware of and I also was reminded of the unique and very precious experiences I had as a child in this Gulfport community. Since the time this article was published, much has changed for this neighborhood and many of the fears of the neighbors have continued, even worsened. I can tell you Gulf Gardens was an American dream that bore amazing fruit. The Gulf Coast was a much better place to have had such a place called Gulf Gardens. The heartbreaking truth is that very little is left of the neighborhood I grew up. When I was born, I came home from Memorial Hospital to that home the Morrises built in 1935. That house and yard will always be my home. I had hoped to return to Gulf Gardens to finish my days there as both my grandmother and mother did. This is not to be. Cherish the old neighborhoods. Remember the folks who lived and loved there. Our spirits will never leave there. Gulf Gardens was truly “Home Sweet Home”.
We take for granted, sometimes, that which is steady and true…
— Tenderly Rose
John Wesley Morris 1839-1896
John Wesley MORRIS (1839 – 1896)
My great great grandfather
son of John Wesley MORRIS
son of David Edmund “D.E.” MORRIS
daughter of John Harkness MORRIS
When John Wesley Morris was born on May 31, 1839, in Lockport, New York, his father, Elisha Morris, was 28 and his mother, Margaret Ann Baker, was 24.
At the age of 24, John Wesley Morris lived in New York, New York, on July 1, 1863.
He enlisted in the 28th Independent Battery Light Artillery in New York State August 13, 1963 and was discharged July 31, 1865. He was listed in the military in July 31, 1865, New York.
| Regiment: | 28th Light Artillery Battery New York |
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| Date of Organization: | 27 Dec 1862 |
| Muster Date: | 31 Jul 1865 |
| Regiment State: | New York |
| Regiment Type: | Light Artillery |
| Regiment Number: | 28th |
| Officers Killed or Mortally Wounded: | 0 |
| Officers Died of Disease or Accident: | 0 |
| Enlisted Killed or Mortally Wounded: | 0 |
| Enlisted Died of Disease or Accident: | 8 |
| Regiment History: | New York ANTHON’S, LATER WILLARD’S, BATTALION OF ARTILLERY. June 3, 1862, Franklin W. Willard received authority to recruit a battalion of light artillery. November 16, 1862, the several companies of this battalion, serving at Fort Columbus, New York harbor, and being in process of organization, were consolidated into two, and designated the 20th and 28th Batteries, Light Artillery, and the battalion, never really organized, discontinued. TWENTY-EIGHTH INDEPENDENT BATTERY, LIGHT ARTILLERY. Anthon’s Light Artillery Battalion; Willard’s Battalion Artillery. (Three Years) November 26, 1862, the organizations forming for the Anthon (Willard) Battalion of Artillery were consolidated in two batteries, of which the second received the above numerical designation. This battery was organized at New York city, Forts Columbus and Schuyler, New York harbor, and mustered in the service of the United States at Fort Schuyler for three years December 27, 1862. The men were recruited principally at New York city, Avoca, Campbell, Cape Vincent, Cohocton, Howard, Lynn, Sackett’s Harbor, Watertown, Wayland and Urbana. At its muster-in it was commanded by Capt. Cyprian H. Millard, served at Fort Schuyler and Sandy Hook, Department of the East, and, commanded by Capt. Josiah C. Hannum, it was honorably discharged and mustered out July 31, 1865, at New York city, having lost by death of disease and other causes, eight enlisted men. Source: The Union Army, vol. 2 |
John Wesley Morris married Frances M. “Fanny” Wright on September 5, 1865, in Alabama, when he was 26 years old. This date is confirmed on a Daughters of the American Revolution application for Lyll Evelyn Morris Blumer.
Their children were all born in Moss Point, Mississippi:
David Edmund “D.E.” Morris — 1866
Anna Miles Morris — 1866
Lorin Morris — 1870
Mayme A. “May” Morris — March 16, 1875
Johnie Lee Morris –March 16, 1875
John Leander Morris — October 26, 1878
Lyll Evelyn Morris — 1880
Thomas Colson Morris — April 1, 1882
Harvey William Morris — July 15, 1884
An 1870 U.S. Census shows John and Fannie living in Pass Christian, Harrison County, Mississippi. His occupation “Saw Mill”. Fannie’s mother, Martha Wright is listed as living with them.
John and Fanny’s son, Johnie Lee, passed away at the age of one year old on February 10, 1877 in Moss Point.
An 1880 Census show John and Fannie living in Moss Point, Jackson County, MS.He is listed as “Proprietor of Saw Mill”.
John’s wife Frances M. “Fanny” passed away on July 9, 1888, in Moss Point, Mississippi, at the age of 43. John and Fanny had been married 22 years.
John Wesley Morris died on April 16, 1896, in Moss Point, Mississippi, when he was 56 years old. His burial was in the Griffin Cemetery (N30º 25.048′; W-88º 34.002′). He is buried beside his wife, Fannie.
John Wesley Morris Gravestone-Griffin Cemetery Moss Point MS
John Morris in the United States, Bureau of Land Management, Mississippi, Homestead and Cash Entry Patents, Pre-1908
| Name: | John Morris |
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| Land Office: | Jackson |
| Document Number: | 9499 |
| Total Acres: | 159.44 |
| Misc. Doc. Nr.: | 18795 |
| Signature: | Yes |
| Canceled Document: | No |
| Issue Date: | 10 Apr 1897 |
| Mineral Rights Reserved: | No |
| Metes and Bounds: | No |
| Statutory Reference: | 12 Stat. 392 |
| Multiple Warantee Names: | No |
| Act or Treaty: | May 20, 1862 |
| Multiple Patentee Names: | No |
| Entry Classification: | Homestead Entry Original |
| Land Description: | 1 WNE ST STEPHENS No 5S 14W 35; 2 NENE ST STEPHENS No 5S 14W 35; 3 NWNW ST STEPHENS No 5S 14W 36 |
Jane “Janie” Morris Estrada 1935-2013
Public and Private School Teacher, Principal of Coast Episcopal School
Jane “Janie” Morris Estrada
November 27, 1935-March 9, 2013
Gulfport
Jane “Janie” Morris Estrada, a descendant of the pioneer Morris and Harkness families of the Gulf Coast, led her last parade through downtown Gulfport this week. She called the band to attention and quietly passed on March 9, 2013, in Gulfport. She will be forever missed by family and loved ones. She was born on November 27, 1935 at the Kings Daughters Hospital in Gulfport, and was a resident of Gulfport for most of her life. Jane was a 1953 graduate of Gulfport High School and was one of three Morris sisters to be head drum majorette of the Gulfport High School band. She was a champion baton twirler, and she and her sisters introduced fire baton twirling to the state of Mississippi. In national competition, she was the Midwest Fire Baton champion.
At Mississippi Gulf Coast Community College, Jane was the first to serve as the head Perkette for two terms, and was Miss Perkinston Jr. College and the Annual Ball Duchess. She was also an editor of the Bull Dog Barks newspaper. Jane graduated in 1955 from Perk and received Elementary and Secondary Degrees in Education in 1958 from the University of Southern Mississippi, where she was a columnist for the USM student newspaper. After the death of her husband, Jim, she moved to Hattiesburg with her four children and received a Masters of Education from USM.
Jane was the widow of USAF Captain James Peter Estrada, who was killed at the age of 28 in a B-58 Hustler supersonic jet, which was the first bomber to reach Mach Two. She was President and a lifetime member of the Gulf Coast Chapter of the Gold Star Wives, an organization chartered by the U.S. Congress for those whose husbands died on active duty in the U.S. armed services.
Mrs. Estrada was preceded in death by her parents John Harkness Morris and Rosie Smith Morris and her brothers Chancery Judge John S. Morris and U.S. Staff Sgt. David Harkness Morris, USAF, her great aunts Stella and Mae Harkness, an uncle, Gaston Robertson, Jr. and a sister Mary Elizabeth Morris, mother-in-law Angela Franquet Estrada and two beloved brother-in-laws, Dr. David Kelly and Shannon Slyfield. She is survived by her children Tenderly (Tom) Reininger, Angela Estrada (Ed Moleski), Alison Estrada and James Powell (Jan) Estrada.
Also surviving her are her grandchildren Evan Moleski, James Estrada, Jacob Estrada, Justin Dougherty and Kate Dougherty, and sisters Tommye LaNell Kelly of Austin, Texas and Rosie Slyfield of Mary Esther, Florida.
Mrs. Estrada served over 35 years as a teacher and a principal in Mississippi, Oklahoma and Indiana. She completed her teaching career from the Biloxi Public Schools in 1995. In 1985-86, she was selected as Teacher of the Year for the state of Mississippi by MPSEA private schools. In 1990, she was selected by former students for the initial edition of Who’s Who Among American Teachers.
As a college student, Jane worked in Washington D.C. for Meyers & Batzell, Attorneys and the AAA D.C. district. Her first job upon graduation from college was with Sam Owen at his realty office in Gulfport. She worked also in the law office of her brother John S. Morris.
She was a member of Sigma Sigma Sigma Sorority at USM and a member of Kappa Delta Phi Educational Sorority. Her professional memberships included Past President, Harrison County Association of Educators, District 6, Mississippi Association of Educators, former Board member of MAE, seven year elected delegate to the National Education Association, President and Woman of the Year for the American Business Women’s Association, a 50 year member of the Order of the Eastern Star, Past Royal Matron and Deputy Supreme Royal Matron of the Masonic Organization Order of the Amaranth, Past President of the Biloxi Education Association, appointed officer of the Coast Chapter of the Order of the Eastern Star. While serving as a leader of both Junior and Cadette troops of the Girl Scouts of America, Mrs. Estrada integrated the first Girl Scout troop in Gulfport.
She served on the Harrison County Democratic Executive Committee with Lucimarian Roberts, which was one of her greatest honors. She was a speaker on behalf of the mentor programs for disadvantaged children. In addition, at night she taught adults to read,after having taught school during the day.
Jane was a wonderful mother, daughter and teacher. After the death of her husband, she raised four children on her own, and sent them all to college. She was actively involved in the lives of her children, and took care of her mother in later years.
Mrs. Estrada lived her bucket list. After traveling extensively in the United States and Canada as a teacher, her sister Rosie took her on trip to Europe. She leaned on the Tower of Pisa, prayed at the Vatican, saw the blue birds over the White Cliffs of Dover, threw three coins in the Trevi Fountain in Rome, touched the feet of “The David” in Florence and smiled at the Mona Lisa. She rode the lifts in Switzerland and turned the windmills in Amsterdam.
A member of First Baptist Church of Gulfport for 70 years, she was converted and joined St. Thomas Catholic Church in Long Beach after a close relationship with the Holy Mother Mary. As a Baptist, she went to Satillo Mission in Mexico when Father Quin was there, and he is now being considered for sainthood by the Catholic Church. Father Quin named Jane “The Babolic”, a Baptist who travels with Catholics.
Friends and relatives will be received from 9-11:00 a.m. on Saturday, March 16th at St. Thomas Catholic Church in Long Beach. A graveside service will follow at 11:30 a.m. officiated by Father Louis Lohan at Southern Memorial Park, where Jane will be laid to rest by her beloved husband, Jim.
The family wishes to thank the many wonderful doctors who helped Jane through her illness, especially Dr. David LaRosa, Dr. Edwin Davidson and Dr. Fred Pakron. They also wish to give thanks for the prayers of Father Louis Lohan, Father Pete Mockler and others, the many friends who gave of themselves, Deaconess Home Care and Cannon Hospice.
In lieu of flowers, people wishing to donate may contribute to St. Thomas Catholic Church, Saltillo Mission, c/o St. Thomas Catholic Church, 712 E. Beach Blvd. Long Beach, MS 39560 or The Gold Star Wives of America, 200 N. Glebe Road Suite 425, Arlington, VA 22203.
Note:
For the sake of genealogy the following information is provided.
Janie’s first husband was Capt. Frank Hunt Bosworth. Tenderly was her child with Frank.
Later, she married Capt. James Peter Estrada with whom she had three other children. Tenderly was adopted by Jim Estrada and she lovingly called him “Daddy Jim” and grew up as his child.
Tenderly’s name was legally changed to Robin Melissa Bosworth at the age of 19 years old.
Justin James Dougherty (Danielle Gilberg) was Janie’s first grandchild and Kathleen Margaret “Kate” Dougherty was her second grandchild. “Kate” is Janie’s only grandaughter. They are the children of Melissa and her first husband.They reside in Black River Falls, Wisconsin.
Janie also had two great grandchildren not mentioned in her obituary: Mackenzie Diane Dougherty and Brett James Dougherty, children of Justin and Danielle who reside in Black River Falls, Wisconsin.
Voice recordings of Janie on “Chirbit”: Christmas Letter by Jane Morris Estrada for Tenderly – You can listen to the files on “Chirbit” and they are downloadable. Much of the family history regarding Tenderly Rose and Janie before she married Jim Estrada are in these files:
The Tenderly Rose Collection 