Anne K. Farnham Townsend

I miss Anne so much, she was my neighbor for almost 50yrs. We would meet at the mailboxes and chit chat when it was pretty outside and little Penny loved to stand with us. Anne would tell me she new it was Spring when I started planting flowers around the yard. I still look for her on pretty sunny days to come walking up the driveway and then I realize she isn't and I feel a tear.

So many memories...very early age I remember Anne taught me to pray at night before bed. Now I lay me down to sleep and blessed all in our large family with add ons of pets names at the time...I remember Anne and Wilda Austin putting curlers in their hair and then trying to make some fudge before going to bed...Anne being a cheer leader for Little Valley High School basketball team she dressed me in school colors and made me a little "mascot" and placed me in the center of the cheers where I led the Big Apple, Little Apple, Susie Q, Come on boys we're rooting for You! The crowd went wild and I never knew how "scarred for life" I would be... My Old Bible Though the cover is worn, And the pages are torn, And though places bear traces of tears, Yet more precious than gold Is this Book worn and old, That can shatter and scatter my fears. This old Book is my guide, Tis a friend by my side, It will lighten and brighten my way; And each promise I find Soothes and gladdens my mind, As I read it and heed it each day. To this Book I will cling, Of its worth I will sing, Tho' great losses and crosses be mine; For I cannot despair, Though surrounded by care, While possessing this blessing divine. Anne, I miss you, and I wouldn't trade anything for those memories. Tell Roger and Marsh I miss them when you see them. Tell Mom and Dad and Grandpa and Grandma and take your leisure and smell the flowers along the golden path Jesus has prepared for you. See you soon sis, Love you, Jimmy

Oh my, the memories are flowing.....I was remembering when we were kids....so many memories but will share a couple. Anne and I both loved playing with dolls. We always asked Santa for a doll each Christmas. Spent may hours playing with them. We (me, Rodger, Anne and Kenny) played "school".....each taking their turns being the teacher! One more......Rodger, Anne, Kenney and myself built a log cabin in the back yard when we lived in our other house...not the farm. We spent days and days and days on it. The only thing we couldn't figure out was how to put a roof on it!! Wonderful, precious memories. Love and hugs, Sister Carol

I had the pleasure of working with Anne at Broughton Hospital many years ago. Anne was an excellent caregiver and exceptional person. She loved her family. My sincere condolences to her family at this time.

Tim, Lori and family You have our deepest sympathy and unwavering support. Praying you find peace, comfort, courage, and lots of love at this time of sorrow.

My thoughts and prayers are with each of you. Ms. Julie allowed me to share in the life of Ms.Ann. It's not about how long you knew them but what kind of impact did you make. I must say Ms.Ann was a beautiful lady. The laughs and talks I shared with her will never be forgotten. May God send comfort and strength in the days to come. Rest in Paradise Ms.Ann🙏🏾💜

Dear Family of Anne; We are so sorry for your loss of a dear lady who loved Jesus very much. She was tired and at a loss of how to live with less energy, less strength to deal with day to day activity, seeing less of family and friends due to her inability to drive anymore and able to attend church. She was a doer but couldn't and did not know what to do about it. Life can be cruel to someone like Anne who had so much to give. She was so tired so God saw fit to give her an early pass to rest up for the BEST is yet to be. So family live, love and laugh as Anne would want you to enjoy life and each other and prepare for the next family reunion. It is sooner than you think.

Will miss seeing you since we've been neighbors since 1976.

You will forever be apart of me. I miss you. Heaven received an Angel. ✝️🌷

Dear Sister, I remember a book Grandma Milks gave to me entitled, "Tears Are For The Living". Oh how true! Our tears for you are both sad and joyful. You are safe in the arms of Jesus. I also remember that when you and your family would visit "home" in Little Valley, N.Y., you would be so sad and cry when it was time to go back to N. C. But, dear one, you are with others who have gone before now. No more tears. Just joy and peace! You are missed and we indeed shed tears. But we rejoice also for you are now in the care of our Savior, Jesus. Love you always, Carol