Paris English Littlejohn
April 19, 1924 ~ September 22, 2015
Resided in:
Asheville, NC
Asheville Butterfly Trail
Paris English Littlejohn, 91, wife of the late Walter "Bud" L. Littlejohn, passed away on Tuesday, September 22, 2015.
Paris was born April 19, 1924, in Madison Co., daughter of the late Welzie English and Addie Sprinkles English. She retired after 32 years of service, from the Charles George VA Medical Center.
She is survived by sisters, Elezene Briggs and Mary Ruth Roberts of Mars Hill, Hazel English of Daytona Beach, FL, brother Warren English of Weaverville, and numerous nieces and nephews.
Funeral services will be conducted at 11:00 a.m. on Monday at Groce United Methodist Church by the Revs. W. Gerald Davis and Avery White. The family will receive friends one hour prior to the service.
Burial will be held at 12:00 noon on Monday at the Western Carolina State Veteran's Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers, it was Mrs. Littlejohn's request that donations go to Groce United Methodist Church, 954 Tunnel Rd., Asheville, NC 28805.
Groce Funeral Home on Tunnel Rd. is assisting the family.
To the family of Paris English Littlejohn..I would like to offer my condolences to the family, and also share a comforting scriptural promise made ‘Do not be afraid, for I am with you. Do not be anxious, for I am your God. I will fortify you, yes, I will help you, I will really hold on to you with my right hand of righteousness. Isaiah 41:10 May God continue to comfort you during your time of bereavement. Please visit http://www.jw.org
Aunt Paris was not only Aunt, but my friend that I could always talk with and receive the best advise on life’s journey’s. I will miss her all my life for I will never have another friend like my Aunt Paris. Rest with the angels Aunt Paris and tell the others that have gone on before, hello for me.
Paris was a neighbor of my parents, the Rosenthals, in Asheville for 26 years or so. When my daughters (now 21 and 17) were growing up, they delighted in visiting Bud and Paris and sometimes getting a ride on the tractor. They knew the dogs by name (which I never did!), though I do remember sitting in Paris’s kitchen talking together a couple of years after Bud died. I’m truly grateful for knowing them, and both will live on in our family memories as well as those of others.