JEANETTE SUZANNE SMITH   14th December 1946 – 30th April 2021


I have 4 themes in memory of Jeanette –

  1. A Picture of You.
  2. All things Bright and Beautiful.
  3. An All Time High.
  4. And finally a children’s poem.

A Picture of You.

*There are wonderful pictures of Jeanette on the Chideock and Seatown website for which I am most grateful.

*There’s her warm, open smile – charming, disarming –

*Always friendly, reaching out to share her joy of life with everyone she met – at the bus stop, on the bus, at Bridport market, on the street.

*Jeanette was highly intuitive, never judgmental.

*Just one look and she would just know whether someone was a good, decent person deserving of her friendship.

*She had a way of reaching out to those who needed care, whether through her work as a Day Centre carer, or on a direct personal level, and she was always so pleased when they responded to her.

*Jeanette was kind and considerate, yet modest and unassuming, – never seeking rewards but often winning them.

*Strong willed and proudly independent, she loved people – she loved talking to people –

That is the wonderful Picture of Jeanette.

All things Bright and Beautiful….

*From a very young age, Jeanette loved animals.

*She bred hamsters, guinea pigs and rabbits.

*She always had at least one dog (feisty like herself) and one or two cats throughout her life, caring for them, loving them.

*She was a dressmaker, in her younger days making beautiful, colourful dresses for her friends bridesmaids.

*She loved bright, colourful knitting – dolls, jumpers for babies and toddlers, and sometimes grown ups, which she loved to lay out at local fetes, fairs and markets.

*She won prizes at the Whitchurch Shows for her flower displays and her jams in earlier days in Dorset.

Of course, what shone through all of this was how bright and beautiful a person Jeanette was.

 An All Time High…..

*Jeanette and I enjoyed an All Time High for nigh on 40 years.

*We were soulmates, we moved as one.

*Our lives were completely intertwined and inseparable.

*We lived with each other, we lived FOR each other.

*Joined at the hip, sharing our joy of life, of living, of gardens, of the simple things, of All things bright and beautiful.

I was with her right to the end, and privileged to have known such a wonderful, loving, kind, caring girl.

She will live on forever in my heart.


On the last page of the Order of Service –

there is that iconic picture of a little girl  –

 and so the old, traditional children’s  poem goes……

There was a little girl,

Who had a little curl,

Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good

She was very, very good

And when she was bad she was horrid.


Bur that’s just the way the poem goes,

 Jeanette was never, ever horrid.

Rest in Peace, Sweet Lady…….