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Jeannine A. Barbour age 88 passed away peacefully on Tuesday, October 12, 2021. She was born November 2, 1932 in Oklahoma City the daughter of John V and Nearissa (Ferguson) Anderson. She attended Rosary Elementary School, Classen High School and the University of Oklahoma where she was a member of the table tennis team. After retiring from Sears, she owned a sandwich shop for several years. Jeannine was a devoted fan of both the University of Oklahoma football and St. Louis Cardinals baseball teams. For over 20 years, she was very active in the neighborhood beautification and received the 2009 Cleveland Neighborhood Honorary Volunteer award after her health prevented further participation. For many years, she sang in the choir at St. Francis of Assisi. Jeannine was a very talented seamstress and tinkerer; able to repair, affix, modify, or make do with almost any apparel, article or gadget. In later years, an unapologetic user of superglue!
Jeannine was preceded in death by her son Michael, her parents, three brothers and one sister.
She is survived by her children Greg (Tammy) of Waterloo, IL., Susan (Stephen) Moore of Sherwood, AR., Lisa Barbour of Steamboat Springs, CO., Stephen (Sonia), Timothy, John and David (fiancée Diane) all of Oklahoma City, thirteen grandchildren and fourteen great grandchildren. Special thanks to Linda Swan and the staff at Valir Hospice of Oklahoma City.
A Rosary will be said for Jeannine on Friday, October 29 at 6pm. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated at St Francis of Assisi Catholic Church, 1901 NW 18th St., Oklahoma City on Saturday, October 30 at 10 am. Internment will be at Fairview Cemetery.
Lola West says
My prayers are for the comfort of Jeannine’s family.
Diana Anderson-Goetz says
My Aunt Jeannine (Anderson) Barbour was my godmother, which I sincerely believed meant that Jeannine was my very own fairy godmother. I cannot forget the twinkle in her eyes when she once told me a scandalous secret: She’d never been given a middle name! Therefore, she explained, she’d dutifully completed any forms that sought such things as Jeannine N. Anderson, in which the letter N, she secretly whispered to me, stood for Nun. That is, she said, until the nuns at her Rosary School huffily mandated that the letter N really indicated N.M.N.: No Middle Name. However, Jeannine and I agreed that the name Jeannine Nun Anderson was a perfectly good name, so that was that.
Whenever we got together, the two of us loved playing our very special game. It was dubbed the Run Away from Home game, and we played it for decades without fail. It did not matter how long it had been since Jeannine and I had last seen each other, we’d just pick up our game where we’d left off. The game commenced by confessing that yes, we’d run away from home lately, and then we’d swap exciting tales of how far we’d gotten when we had successfully run away – the more alliteration or just plain weird the places were that we’d relate to one another, the better: (Jeannine) The Atchafalaya Swamp; (Diana) The Toad Suck Ferry. And they had to be real places, too, mind you! Alas, before too long we’d have to hang our respective heads and admit with a sigh that something – always something(!) – had made us turn around and go back home again. But no, we could not end our game before we’d plotted for each of us a new plan for how we were going to run away again! When Jeannine’s health became an issue, our Run Away from Home game didn’t let up a bit – no Ma’am, no Sirree! Our destinations may have become just a tad more localized, and although we’d commune to confess, then plot and plan again, not once did we ever plot to run away together. For no apparent reason, that thought never entered our minds. Nope, it was always ‘parallel play’ for us wild women. and running away from home to Fairlawn Cemetery was fair game, we declared, as we last stood together arm in arm under the blazing Oklahoma sun, gazing down at our Anderson family’s headstones.
Jeannine (N is for Nun) Anderson Barbour, my fairy godmother, you will be missed. How about we meet up next at the picnic tables – nearest the swings – away up in that Great Playground in the Sky!
Charles & Nancy Rogers says
My husband and I delivered Saturday meals to Jeannine for many years. She was always our favorite stop. We will miss her smiling face and bubbly personality. Our deepest condolences to her family.