I heard this morning that an old and most dear family friend, Johnnie Armstead, passed away last night. She was 74. I haven't seen much of Johnnie since her fall a while back. She never seem to recover. I last saw her on a shopping trip to the local HEB. While she looked a little tired she was still so full of life.
Johnnie and my late mother were both friends. During one of our many conversations over the years she reflected on how much my mother meant to her. I liked to stop by the Hays County Democratic office just talk to her. No subject was taboo and even the taboo didn't seem so bad. Though frank, she was always a lady.
In those conversations I got a glimpse of San Marcos history from another perspective. Not only did we cover political and social history we also covered current political and social goings on. While she never said a negative thing about another person, I always came away with the understanding of what and who she thought was right and wrong.
Today in the Statesman, and I'm sure in the other local papers they will write about her community activism. You know, just the facts. But if you will take a moment and read the guestbook, you may come to understand how one Mexican boy came to like and indeed love a little black lady.
My sincerest condolences to her wonderful husband Albert and to her family. Her lost to our community is most dear. And with that, I will close as I always do with praise. But today, in Johnnies honor, instead of Latin I will use English...
Thanks Be To God
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