Jane Adelene Murphree Sims
Jane, born July 10 1927, is the daughter of Fred Preston Murphree and Opie L Chambers. Jane lived her childhood in Birmingham, Alabama, and raised her children in Birmingham, as well.
Jane's mother, Opie, passed away when Jane was just ten years old. Within a year, Fred remarried to Nellie M Boggs Dilger, who Jane was very fond of. Nellie had no children of her own. Jane credited Nellie with making her much of the wonderful mother and woman she was.
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Jane and Nellie |
Academically advanced, Jane was "double promoted" and graduated from Phillips High School when she was only 15 years old. In her youth, prior to marriage, she worked in a bank and would share wonderful stories of riding the street car to work and all the girls she worked with.
After marriage, to Robert "Bob" Doster Sims, she travelled with Bob who was in the military. They lived in Mississippi and other bases. (Family post and fill in here.)
Jane raised Vickie and Doss in a wonderful traditional family setting, and took care of all home and family matters. She kept a beautiful home, was an amazing cook whose oatmeal cookies and fried chicken were a family favorite, was always involved in church (Huffman United Methodist) and raised a God fearing family with very traditional southern values. She always looked beautiful, and was an avid fan of shoes and accessories. A vivacious force, Jane was filled with humor, grace, class, and confidence.
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Jane 2004 |
At 52, Jane was widowed early when Bob passed away quite unexpectedly. Jane never entertained the idea of even dating any other man, nor did she slow down. Jane travelled with widowed friends and remained focused on family, now as a grandmother.
In August 2008, Jane passed away at home after a long battle with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. She is survived by Doss Sims (son), Vickie Sims McAuley (daughter), Candice Chenault (granddaughter), Stephanie Whiting (granddaughter), Doster Graham Chenault (great-grandson).
Candice
*Note to all readers: Jane was my grandmother, and its a terrible challenge to write in an appropriate historical manner, and not call her Mama. My Mama is one of my favorite people. She was beautiful, lively, direct but loving, and one of my best friends. I credit Mama with creating the beautiful family I adore and am proud of.