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Beverly Jenkins Mable was born in West Point, Georgia, on Friday, September 12, 1941, to R.K. and Lurline Jenkins. She passed away on June 15, 2015, at Hospice Atlanta, in Atlanta, GA.
Funeral services for Ms. Mable will be held Saturday, June 20, 2015, at 11:00 AM EDT from McCarthy Funeral Home. Reverend Gil McGinnis Will Officiate.
Visitation will be from 6 to 8 PM Friday June 19th at McCarthy Funeral Home.
Interment will be in Marseilles Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests contributions be made in Ms. Mable’s memory to The Myasthenia Gravis Foundation of America, Inc. More detailed information on donating can be found at myasthenia.org, but donations can be made online to myasthenia.org or by mail (with a gift form located on the website) to Myasthenia Gravis Foundation of America, 355 Lexington Avenue, 15th Floor, New York, NY 10017, T: 1-800-541-5454, Fax 212-29-2159.
Professional services provided by McCarthy Funeral Home http://www.mccarthyfuneralhomeinc.com
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Leave a tributeLove Carol
Miss talking with you.
Love the times we had together with Ann and Larry.
❤️❤️
Such a fun lady…wish we could have played Bingo together.❤️❤️❤️❤️
Always will...
Love Always
Carol
A Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there
I didn't die.
Carol Meyer and Annie Jim
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Love Carol
Miss talking with you.
Love the times we had together with Ann and Larry.
❤️❤️
The Blind Boys of Alabama
You're Too Pretty...
I will never forget going to Alabama to see all the Champion family when I was a kid. I was astounded by all the cousins I had. Everyone just as funny as the next. But Beverly always stood out in my memory.
We were all sitting around the dining room table at Aunt Lurline's (I think). I had just met Beverly and Pam and several others that day so I was slightly overwhelmed for a young boy. I was a stranger to a bunch of cousins I never knew I had!
As the adults were all sitting around and talking and us kids lingering around, Beverly asked me to come over to her and she says out load and in front of everyone, "You know, you are just too pretty to be a boy!".
I was mortified! I was ready to crawl under the table. My mom (Ann), aunts, uncles, cousins all started howling with laughter! And she said it again... She was adamant!
I just wanted to get away from there and by this time she was hugging on me and wouldn't let me go.
And if things could get any worse, there's Pam... pinching my cheeks.
And she did that... every time she saw me for the rest of the trip.
As embarrassed as I was at the time, when I always think back to that moment all I can do is laugh and think how funny she was.
I only got to talk to her a few times in the last decade. But we had some great conversations. She was a joy to talk to and made me feel like I was just as close and loved as the rest of the family as if I was there.
I will always cherish the moments I had with Beverly.
Love, Jason