Geraldine "Begie" Bogue Hall

Geraldine “Begie” Bogue Hall, age 91, passed away on October 2, 2017. She was born in Palatka, Florida on January 4, 1926 to parents, Gerald “Jerry” Bogue and Mollie Powell Bogue. She graduated in 1943 and came to Jacksonville to attend Jones Business College. She retired from Parkwood Heights Elementary School and was a long-time member of the First United Methodist Church and Ruth and Sarah Circles.

She was preceded in death by her loving husband of 59 years, Jack E. Hall and her sister, Evelyn Bogue of Palatka. She loved her family and is survived by her son, Steve Hall (Brenda); a daughter, Donna Hall Lang; her five grandchildren, Cameron, Taylor and Hunter Lang and Andrew and Ashley Hall.

The family will receive friends on Wednesday, October 4, 2017 from 6:00pm to 8:00pm at Hardage-Giddens Hendricks Chapel, 4115 Hendricks Ave. Jacksonville, FL 32207. Funeral Services will be held on Thursday, October 5, 2017 at 11:00am at the First United Methodist Church, 225 E. Duval St., Jacksonville, Florida 32202. Interment will be at Oaklawn Cemetery, 4801 San Jose Blvd., Jacksonville, FL 32207

In lieu of flowers donations may be made to Memorial Fund, First United Methodist Church, 225 E. Duval St. Jacksonville, FL 32202 or Florida United Methodist Children’s Home, Enterprise FL. Please offer condolences at www.hardagegiddensoaklawnchapel.com

Things about Gree…

Like any good grandmother, she always made sure you were fed. Whether it was chicken fricassee, hamburgers cooked in a pan on the stove, or a trip to Piccadilly with her and Daddy Jack. (He would always say I should peal the skin off the fried chicken, and she’d just say, “Jack, let the kid eat.”)

I remember going to the pool during summer days and building forts and camping under the dining room table at night. I remember going to the Heath Lodge in Ashville. Gree bought me a real bow and arrow before we went panning for gold in Cherokee. I lost a tooth on that trip, and it wasn’t until years later that I noticed how much the tooth fairy, Sylvia Starlight’s, handwriting looked like Grees.

I remember sitting at the little wooden school desk in Daddy Jack’s room and drawing, and how Gree looked at each picture like it was work of art. I remember the Sunday lunches at Deerwood after church, and how she tried to scrub the same freckle off of my face for years after we’d eat.

There were the Christmas presents that were puzzles and brain games, and it’s hazy, but I can remember being picked up at pre-school and once or twice getting to sit on her lap on the way home.

I remember the smile that she answered the shave-and-a-haircut knock on the front door with, especially when you came over by surprise and how happy she always sounded when I called to talk. I remember that no matter what I did, she was always proud of me, even when I wasn’t particularly proud of myself. I remember how she was always there to help, and she was kind enough to offer the help without making you ask for it.

I can still hear her singing Amazing Grace to me as a child, and I hope I never forget it. She was the kindest, sweetest person I’ve ever known and there’s so much more that I wish I could remember. But at least I know I’ll never forget that I was always her “Sweet Babboo”.

Oh yeah, and I remember that she tried to set me up with every nurse and physical therapist in the greater Jacksonville area. She was not only a fantastic grandmother, but she was a great wingman as well.

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