Mrs. Joann Love Foster (Aunt Joann) passed away on Monday, November 24, at Middle Tennessee Medical Center in Murfreesboro.
Born April 10, 1930, in Mt. Pleasant, Tennessee, she was the daughter of the late Joseph and Althea Satterfield Love. She was the wife of Gene Foster, Sr., of Murfreesboro whom she married on June 1, 1952. She was a graduate of Hay Long High School in Mt. Pleasant. Mrs. Foster was a homemaker and a partner with her husband in the American Termite Company. She was raised in the First Baptist Church in Mt. Pleasant.
Joann loved to dance. She and Gene could be found dancing the night away at The Bull Pen in Nashville or the Moose in Murfreesboro.
In addition to her husband, survivors include one son: Gene (Sandy) Foster, Jr., of Summertown; grandchildren: Tim Foster, Jr., of Murfreesboro, Jimmie Foster of Lewisburg and Stephen Foster of Mt. Pleasant, Mich.; 9 great-grandchildren; one brother, Richard Love of San Antonio, TX and one sister: Carole Hendrix of San Antonio, TX. She was preceded in death by a son: Richard Timothy Foster and one grandson: Brian Foster Shultz, 10 brothers and sisters and a beloved canine companion, Benji. Pallbearers will be Tim Foster, Jr., Jimmie Foster III, Stephen Foster, Bill Love, Jr., Drew Love, Thomas Jones, Jr., and Jason Smith. Honorary pallbearers will be Walter Marlin, Joe “Sonny” Roddy, and students of the Foster Wado Dojo Karate School.
Although it was sad circumstances, it was good to see the extended family again. Being a military brat, I only got to see them roughly every 3 years when Dad would be stationed at a new Air Force base. We would always come home to Mt. Pleasant / Columbia, TN to visit family before moving on to the next base. Mom (Joann’s sister) flew in from Texas along with Uncle Richard. It was neat to find out that his daughter, my cousin, Angie was living here in Nashville. We had lived in Greece, her in Athens, me in Crete when were very young and our parents would visit each other. I saw Little Bill, Uncle Bill’s son and his Mom, Aunt Martha. It was a wonderful time watching Timothy, my youngest son, listen to the stories he’s never heard before.