The Voice of the Outer Banks – Jane Bradshaw Fenton of Kill Devil Hills, March 16

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Jane Bradshaw Fenton of Kill Devil Hills, March 16

By Story submitted on March 25, 2022

Jane Bradshaw Fenton of Kill Devil Hills, NC began the next adventure of her life on Wednesday, March 16, 2022 at 4:47 p.m.

Jane’s life began on March 2, 1939, in Cincinnati, Ohio, when she was born to Navy Captain Robert Hockenberry Bradshaw and Elizabeth Louise Adams. She has two surviving siblings, Patricia Anne Herzog and Robert Lincoln Bradshaw. Her beloved younger sister, Sarah Lorraine Moran, passed away on October 17, 2019. Jane’s only daughter, Janet Elizabeth Fenton, resides in Nags Head, North Carolina, with the greatest joys of Jane’s life, his grandchildren, Fenton Elizabeth Rainey and Isabela. Jane Rainey, who both reside in Dare County. Jane was a nanny for the girls.

Jane was born into a military family and traveled extensively throughout her childhood. His favorite places were Italy and Puerto Rico; hence the name of his youngest granddaughter, Isabela Jane. After graduating from high school, Jane continued her travels throughout Europe. She loved meeting people and learning about their cultures and traditions. Travel has shaped his lifelong passion for helping people.

After traveling, Jane went to school to become a medical transcriptionist. Medicine came naturally as her father was a general practitioner and surgeon during his naval career. She listened every day to the doctors verbally transcribing their cases for that day. She translated many different dialects with a typewriter on three-ply carbon paper. She worked for Hadley Memorial Seventh Day Adventist Hospital for two decades and loved the diversity of the hospital. She has always liked all kinds of people. Everybody. And help.

On December 11, 1972, Jane married Michael Edward Fenton and they were married until his death on September 12, 1990. They met and remained active and dedicated members of Alcoholics Anonymous, both having over 30 years of sobriety each at the time of their death. .

Jane’s love and interest in people led her to her true career as a professional volunteer. As our government got honest about conditions on Indian reservations in our country, Jane took advantage of a program that allowed citizens to print labels for free shipment of goods to reservations. Jane printed labels to ship clothes, blankets, and necessities to Native American families for free. Jane was given the name Evelynn Stover, who resided on the Pine Ridge Reservation, and the Stover family became part of her family. Jane’s living room was like a full-time mailroom with a box for each child’s height and age, and Jane sent out as many boxes as she could for everyone. She sent boxes for years and years until sending them to the post office became too difficult towards the end of her life. The Stover family has had three generations since then and is an integral part of Jane’s extended family. When the feds discontinued the free tag program, Jane simply xeroxed them (this was before barcodes) by the hundreds and continued to send packages. Nothing has ever stopped Jane. Not even the US government.

In the early 1980s, when AIDS rocked America, Jane began bringing food to dying victims of the disease, because at that time it was a shame-based disease and most sufferers died. alone. People were afraid to approach AIDS victims, but not Jane. Her work continued by joining work groups to serve as much as possible, and eventually she became certified as an end-of-life caretaker. She befriended many people and reminded them that they were loved until their last breath, even when some had been abandoned by their own families. Jeanne was still there.

After her husband passed away, Jane made her true place of peace, Dare County, her permanent home. She had been coming here since she was twenty, always finding peace and nature where her spirit felt best. When Jane arrived, so did her passions, and even here she sent boxes to Pine Ridge with the help of the people of her new township. She joined the local HIV task force and continued to remind the sick of how truly loved and special they were to this world until their end.

Jane was an animal lover and paraded with her granddaughters for the SPCA every year in Kelly’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade. She has always taught that a caring and generous life is the only way, and that giving to animals is especially important because they have no voice. Jane’s dogs were Brigadier, Frazier, her beloved Meggie, Mariah and her doting dog whom she called Honey. Honey died the same week as Jane. Her family felt at peace saying, “Honey is waiting there.”

Jane’s greatest pride was in her grandchildren. She said daily that the grace and strength of Fenton and Isabela was unlike anything she had ever seen. He was reminded that they had not fallen from an apple cart but from an apple tree.

Jane wrote a letter to someone every day. Her handwriting was perfect and she would tell her daughters that calligraphy was important, but not as important as making sure to always send a thank you and return any covered dish with something in it. Anyone who knows Jane knows her Apple Cakes, Chicken Puffs, Chex Mix, Olive Spread and Crabs at Christmas. She delivered them like an elf and called it a party in a bag. She always reminded people how special they were in this world.

Always a seeker, Jane took a great interest in the afterlife in her later years. She always knew there was something more and believed in natural healing, always going back to old school remedies. “Nature always has the answers,” she said.

Jane was happy that she had been able to be true to herself, completely authentically Jane. Depending on the day you caught her, she could be a fairy, a gypsy or a mermaid.

From Janet:

What I know to be true about my mother is that she is now on a new and exciting journey with all the people she missed and loved so much. Mom left me a letter that said, “I am entering another dimension where life continues in a different and more beautiful form than the one we know here.” I didn’t leave, I went home to be with God. She went on to ask me “not to mourn her unhealthily but only in the wonderful memories and feelings and know in your heart that one day we will all be together again.” Live your life, my child. I still love you, mom.

Our family – Fenton, Isabela and I – hope everyone heeds her words (and you better, Jane is a force to be reckoned with otherwise). Please no sadness.

The family doesn’t need condolence cards, but we would like little stories that will make us smile. No flowers are needed; we just want everyone to remember what was really important to Jane and to us what is the most important thing in life – spreading kindness, love and peace. My mother always said, “Acceptance will bring you peace. I tattooed his handwriting on my arm. I accept that she is not gone but lives through all those she touched.

She left me this to be sure and share:

“To those I love and to those who love me

When I’m gone, set me free, let me go,

You must not cling to me with tears;

Be happy that we had so many great years.

I gave you my love; you can only guess

How much you have given me in happiness.

I thank you for the love you showed,

But now it’s time for me to travel alone.

So cry for me a while, if you cry you must,

So let your grief be confronted with trust.

It’s only for a while that we must part,

So bless the memories in your heart;

I won’t be far, because life goes on;

So if you need me, call and I’ll come.

Though you can’t see or touch me, I’ll be near,

All my love around you soft and clear;

And when you have to come this way alone,

I will greet you with a smile and say “Welcome home!”

Come celebrate the life of Jane Fenton with us on Saturday, April 2, 2022 from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. at the Wanchese Community Building. The family will hold a sunrise scattering of her ashes at Coquina Beach, where her husband’s ashes were also scattered.

Twiford Funeral Homes, Outer Banks is helping the family make arrangements. Condolences and memories can be shared at www.TwifordFH.com.



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