Frankie Christian died January 14, 2012 at her home near Branson, Missouri, surrounded by family and friends.
Visitation will be held Wednesday, January 18, 2012 from 6:00 – 7:00 pm. Graveside services, officiated by Rev. Randy Depew, with special readings by Matt Layton and Cara Depew, will be Thursday, January 19, 2012, 1:00 p.m. at Ozarks Memorial Park in Branson under the direction of Snapp Bearden Funeral Home.
A long-time resident of the Branson area, Frankie was born December 18, 1931, in Bernice, Louisiana. She was the youngest of four children born to the late Frank and Rachel Austin McCuller and moved to Branson with her family in 1939. She was a graduate of Branson High School. Married February 14, 1955 in Fort Worth, Texas, she was wife of Branson native, Harice "Hoss" Christian, for 37 years. Frankie loved being with her family and friends, gardening, knitting and swapping plants and recipes with neighbors.
A life well lived, will be celebrated and forever remembered by her beloved daughters and son in laws, Debra (Cody) Davis of Springdale, Arkansas, Becki (Steve) Depew of Tupelo, Mississippi, and Katura (David) Hall of Branson; loving sister Edna (Lee) Wilson of Nobel, Oklahoma and sister-in-law Lois (Dan) Hill of Carthage, Missouri; 9 treasured grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren, along with numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her former husband Harice Christian, infant daughter Catherine Diane Christian, and 2 sisters Bea Oaks and Verlene Todd.
In memory…
Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) is the girl on fire. Frankie Mae Christian is the woman made of fire. She is also my grandma, but I've always preferred to call her Nanny. A few days ago, she went to heaven and she isn't coming back. While tears are inevitable I cling to peace knowing that even in the darkest days of her illness, she was still dancing in her bed. The last time I saw her she was in the hospital, but it wasn't such a sad scene. She was sitting in the big recliner next to her bed, kicking her little feet that hung a great distance above the floor while eating fried shrimp (one of her favorites) and making fun of my dad. That's the lady I've always known—the queen of home cooked comfort food, the witty jokester, the 4-foot-nothin', dark-haired, scared-of-nothing apple of my eye.
She loved animals, having raised her girls on a farm and always keeping pets of all types at her little house off the highway. Don't let that fool you though. If ever there was a rough, scruff, mean little huntress in these Missouri Ozarks, it was my nanny. Opossum in the yard? Welp, there's lunch. Never filleted a fish? Nail that sucker to a tree and get to rippin'. Goat in the garden? How about goat burgers for dinner? And you'd better come back for seconds.
Every time I smile into a mirror, it never fails. The big gap between my front teeth reminds me that it matches my nanny's and I hear her hearty little chuckle in my head.
Though I'll never hear it again in real life, her dance goes on and her fire still blazes. I have collected 21 years worth of my nanny's wisdom, elbow grease, and spunk to use as I take on the world and hopefully make her proud, and I'm sure all of you lucky enough to have known her feel the same. --Written and read at her service by her youngest granddaughter--
Visitation will be held Wednesday, January 18, 2012 from 6:00 – 7:00 pm. Graveside services, officiated by Rev. Randy Depew, with special readings by Matt Layton and Cara Depew, will be Thursday, January 19, 2012, 1:00 p.m. at Ozarks Memorial Park in Branson under the direction of Snapp Bearden Funeral Home.
A long-time resident of the Branson area, Frankie was born December 18, 1931, in Bernice, Louisiana. She was the youngest of four children born to the late Frank and Rachel Austin McCuller and moved to Branson with her family in 1939. She was a graduate of Branson High School. Married February 14, 1955 in Fort Worth, Texas, she was wife of Branson native, Harice "Hoss" Christian, for 37 years. Frankie loved being with her family and friends, gardening, knitting and swapping plants and recipes with neighbors.
A life well lived, will be celebrated and forever remembered by her beloved daughters and son in laws, Debra (Cody) Davis of Springdale, Arkansas, Becki (Steve) Depew of Tupelo, Mississippi, and Katura (David) Hall of Branson; loving sister Edna (Lee) Wilson of Nobel, Oklahoma and sister-in-law Lois (Dan) Hill of Carthage, Missouri; 9 treasured grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren, along with numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her former husband Harice Christian, infant daughter Catherine Diane Christian, and 2 sisters Bea Oaks and Verlene Todd.
In memory…
Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) is the girl on fire. Frankie Mae Christian is the woman made of fire. She is also my grandma, but I've always preferred to call her Nanny. A few days ago, she went to heaven and she isn't coming back. While tears are inevitable I cling to peace knowing that even in the darkest days of her illness, she was still dancing in her bed. The last time I saw her she was in the hospital, but it wasn't such a sad scene. She was sitting in the big recliner next to her bed, kicking her little feet that hung a great distance above the floor while eating fried shrimp (one of her favorites) and making fun of my dad. That's the lady I've always known—the queen of home cooked comfort food, the witty jokester, the 4-foot-nothin', dark-haired, scared-of-nothing apple of my eye.
She loved animals, having raised her girls on a farm and always keeping pets of all types at her little house off the highway. Don't let that fool you though. If ever there was a rough, scruff, mean little huntress in these Missouri Ozarks, it was my nanny. Opossum in the yard? Welp, there's lunch. Never filleted a fish? Nail that sucker to a tree and get to rippin'. Goat in the garden? How about goat burgers for dinner? And you'd better come back for seconds.
Every time I smile into a mirror, it never fails. The big gap between my front teeth reminds me that it matches my nanny's and I hear her hearty little chuckle in my head.
Though I'll never hear it again in real life, her dance goes on and her fire still blazes. I have collected 21 years worth of my nanny's wisdom, elbow grease, and spunk to use as I take on the world and hopefully make her proud, and I'm sure all of you lucky enough to have known her feel the same. --Written and read at her service by her youngest granddaughter--
Frankie Christian died January 14, 2012 at her home near Branson, Missouri, surrounded by family and friends.
Visitation will be held Wednesday, January 18, 2012 from 6:00 – 7:00 pm. Graveside services, officiated by Rev. Randy Depew, with special readings by Matt Layton and Cara Depew, will be Thursday, January 19, 2012, 1:00 p.m. at Ozarks Memorial Park in Branson under the direction of Snapp Bearden Funeral Home.
A long-time resident of the Branson area, Frankie was born December 18, 1931, in Bernice, Louisiana. She was the youngest of four children born to the late Frank and Rachel Austin McCuller and moved to Branson with her family in 1939. She was a graduate of Branson High School. Married February 14, 1955 in Fort Worth, Texas, she was wife of Branson native, Harice "Hoss" Christian, for 37 years. Frankie loved being with her family and friends, gardening, knitting and swapping plants and recipes with neighbors.
A life well lived, will be celebrated and forever remembered by her beloved daughters and son in laws, Debra (Cody) Davis of Springdale, Arkansas, Becki (Steve) Depew of Tupelo, Mississippi, and Katura (David) Hall of Branson; loving sister Edna (Lee) Wilson of Nobel, Oklahoma and sister-in-law Lois (Dan) Hill of Carthage, Missouri; 9 treasured grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren, along with numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her former husband Harice Christian, infant daughter Catherine Diane Christian, and 2 sisters Bea Oaks and Verlene Todd.
In memory…
Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) is the girl on fire. Frankie Mae Christian is the woman made of fire. She is also my grandma, but I've always preferred to call her Nanny. A few days ago, she went to heaven and she isn't coming back. While tears are inevitable I cling to peace knowing that even in the darkest days of her illness, she was still dancing in her bed. The last time I saw her she was in the hospital, but it wasn't such a sad scene. She was sitting in the big recliner next to her bed, kicking her little feet that hung a great distance above the floor while eating fried shrimp (one of her favorites) and making fun of my dad. That's the lady I've always known—the queen of home cooked comfort food, the witty jokester, the 4-foot-nothin', dark-haired, scared-of-nothing apple of my eye.
She loved animals, having raised her girls on a farm and always keeping pets of all types at her little house off the highway. Don't let that fool you though. If ever there was a rough, scruff, mean little huntress in these Missouri Ozarks, it was my nanny. Opossum in the yard? Welp, there's lunch. Never filleted a fish? Nail that sucker to a tree and get to rippin'. Goat in the garden? How about goat burgers for dinner? And you'd better come back for seconds.
Every time I smile into a mirror, it never fails. The big gap between my front teeth reminds me that it matches my nanny's and I hear her hearty little chuckle in my head.
Though I'll never hear it again in real life, her dance goes on and her fire still blazes. I have collected 21 years worth of my nanny's wisdom, elbow grease, and spunk to use as I take on the world and hopefully make her proud, and I'm sure all of you lucky enough to have known her feel the same. --Written and read at her service by her youngest granddaughter--
Visitation will be held Wednesday, January 18, 2012 from 6:00 – 7:00 pm. Graveside services, officiated by Rev. Randy Depew, with special readings by Matt Layton and Cara Depew, will be Thursday, January 19, 2012, 1:00 p.m. at Ozarks Memorial Park in Branson under the direction of Snapp Bearden Funeral Home.
A long-time resident of the Branson area, Frankie was born December 18, 1931, in Bernice, Louisiana. She was the youngest of four children born to the late Frank and Rachel Austin McCuller and moved to Branson with her family in 1939. She was a graduate of Branson High School. Married February 14, 1955 in Fort Worth, Texas, she was wife of Branson native, Harice "Hoss" Christian, for 37 years. Frankie loved being with her family and friends, gardening, knitting and swapping plants and recipes with neighbors.
A life well lived, will be celebrated and forever remembered by her beloved daughters and son in laws, Debra (Cody) Davis of Springdale, Arkansas, Becki (Steve) Depew of Tupelo, Mississippi, and Katura (David) Hall of Branson; loving sister Edna (Lee) Wilson of Nobel, Oklahoma and sister-in-law Lois (Dan) Hill of Carthage, Missouri; 9 treasured grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren, along with numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her former husband Harice Christian, infant daughter Catherine Diane Christian, and 2 sisters Bea Oaks and Verlene Todd.
In memory…
Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) is the girl on fire. Frankie Mae Christian is the woman made of fire. She is also my grandma, but I've always preferred to call her Nanny. A few days ago, she went to heaven and she isn't coming back. While tears are inevitable I cling to peace knowing that even in the darkest days of her illness, she was still dancing in her bed. The last time I saw her she was in the hospital, but it wasn't such a sad scene. She was sitting in the big recliner next to her bed, kicking her little feet that hung a great distance above the floor while eating fried shrimp (one of her favorites) and making fun of my dad. That's the lady I've always known—the queen of home cooked comfort food, the witty jokester, the 4-foot-nothin', dark-haired, scared-of-nothing apple of my eye.
She loved animals, having raised her girls on a farm and always keeping pets of all types at her little house off the highway. Don't let that fool you though. If ever there was a rough, scruff, mean little huntress in these Missouri Ozarks, it was my nanny. Opossum in the yard? Welp, there's lunch. Never filleted a fish? Nail that sucker to a tree and get to rippin'. Goat in the garden? How about goat burgers for dinner? And you'd better come back for seconds.
Every time I smile into a mirror, it never fails. The big gap between my front teeth reminds me that it matches my nanny's and I hear her hearty little chuckle in my head.
Though I'll never hear it again in real life, her dance goes on and her fire still blazes. I have collected 21 years worth of my nanny's wisdom, elbow grease, and spunk to use as I take on the world and hopefully make her proud, and I'm sure all of you lucky enough to have known her feel the same. --Written and read at her service by her youngest granddaughter--
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