Turner, Maifred Eula (Lubbes)  1923-1999   In Loving Memory of Maifred Eula (Lubbes) Turner June 4, 1923 - Dec 29, 1999 Aka: Nana; -Beloved mother, adored grandmother and great-grandmother, passed away peacefully at her La Mesa, CA residence after a 3-year battle with cancer.  Born in Wesson and raised in Warren, Arkansas, she was the youngest daughter of the late Herbert Otto and Amelia Bernice Parker LUBBES.  She loved angels, things that sparkle, banana splits, noisy toys, and anything PINK.  She was a member of the San Diego Church of Christ and the Mesa Grove Senior Center.  She was a beautiful lady.  She was loved and will be greatly missed. She is survived by - Children:  Erin Macaluso of Mission Viejo, CA; Susan Turner of San Diego, CA; Tom Turner of Navasota, Texas.  Grandchildren:  Laura Turner of N. Hollywood; William Humphries of Groveport, OH; Melissa Humphries of Kent, WA.  Great-grandchildren:  John, James, and Jacob Humphries; Amanda Turner.  Siblings:  Kathryn Pedropessi of Albuquerque, NM; Courtney Lubbes of IN.  Siblings preceding her in death:  Herman Lubbes, Julius (Neal) Lubbes, and Thelma Anderson. "Mae" CRY NOT FOR ME Cry not for those who have left us- For with the last beat of their hearts- The angels are in heaven  with their souls-   And they have truly just begun  to live.    "Maifred"    IN THE GARDEN I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses, And the voice I hear, Falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses. And He walks with me, and He talks   with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we  tarry there, None other has ever known. He speaks, and the sound of  His voice Is so sweet the birds hush  their singing, And the melody That He gave to me, With in my heart is ringing. And He walks with me, and He talks   with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we  tarry there, None other has ever known. I'd stay in the garden with Him, Tho' night around me be falling, But He bids me go; Thro' the voice of woe His voice to me is calling. And He walks with me, and He talks   with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we  tarry there, None other has ever known.     "Nana"   Please send email inquiries to  the her daughter   Erin Macaluso at: erin@macaluso.net           Thank you so much for stopping by!