Anne G. Johnson (Mrs. Spencer)
Johnny and I shared our childhood summers at Grandma’s idling in the front-porch swing, riding the bus to the Saturday matinees, bicycling to the park, climbing fig trees, splitting RC Colas, and worrying all the Merz aunts. World War II interrupted the idyllic days. We stayed in touch–visiting him at ‘Bama, having him roast my first Thanksgiving turkey, eating fresh-peach ice cream in the Memphis kitchen, meeting at family weddings and funerals, and bragging about our remarkable children. And, as happens, John took Spence and me to see Dolly’s grave, he came to my 80th birthday party, we dropped in on him as we moved from AR to TN until ill health began to curb our contacts. Now Spence & John have both succumbed to strokes, and I’m the oldest one left. My condolences to Bryan, Lee Ann, and Christopher, Johnny’s “cuz” Anne (Johnson)