 | Frances R. Goff
February 15, 2011 | |
Life Legacy
GOFF, FRANCES R., 97, went to be with the Lord, February 15, 2011 in Lake Placid, FL. She was born in Ft. White, FL, a graduate from Tarpon Springs High School, Tarpon Springs, FL. She is the widow of the late, Irvin C. Goff and a former member of Woodstock Park Baptist Church, Jacksonville, FL. She is survived by her daughters and their families, Gayle (Ronald) Parker, Lake Placid, Judy White, Jacksonville, FL; step-son, Carlyn Goff, Trenton, FL; six grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. A memorial service will be held 6:00 pm, Thursday at First Baptist Church, Lake Placid, FL. Memorials may be made to First Baptist Church Lake Placid for Jamaican Mission Trip.
Condolences or Life Stories may be expressed in her Guestbook. Morris Funeral Chapel, Sebring, Fl.
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Preceded In Death By
Irvin C. Goff, Husband
Survived By
Gayle (Ronald) Parker, Daughter
Judy White, Daughter
Carlyn Goff, Step-Son
Six GrandChildren
Seven, Great Grandchildren
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Facts
Place of Birth: Ft. White, FL
Place of Death: Lake Placid, FL
Date of Death: February 15, 2011
Services
Memorial Service 6 pm, Thursday
First Baptist Church,
Lake Placid, FL.
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Guestbook
02-17-2011 - Brent and Peggy Sueppel
We are so sorry for your loss.
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02/24/2011 - Lizabeth Kent Evans
Dear Goff Family, When I was a teenager, Mrs Goff had a stove with a deep-well that held a large metal pot. She would fill up the pot with peanuts and water (and maybe some secret ingredient) and drop the pot in the top of the stove and it would disappear. It seemed like hours later she would pull up the metal pot and we could finally eat the boiled peanuts. Sometimes we would sit around the dining room table and eat peanuts and sometimes we would sit on a blanket outside and eat them. They were the best boiled peanuts in the Westside. I also remember Mr. Goff. He told my boyfriend he had a wild animal in a cage in the garage. He went on and on about this wild animal. When we went to the garage he brought it out and told us to look very close but not to touch it. All we could see was something furry. All of a sudden he released the door and his wild animal flew across the yard. Of course we all ran screaming down the driveway. These are two of my favorite memories of Mr. and Mrs. Goff.
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