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Jean P. Bates

Anchorage, Alaska

1939 - 2015

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Long time Alaska resident Jean Paton Bates, 76, passed away peacefully in her home in Palmer, Alaska, on the afternoon of April 15, 2015, surrounded by family. Jean was born at the dawn of World War II on Feb. 17, 1939, in Edinburgh, Scotland, to William McCauley and Annie Shannon. The oldest...

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Thinking of you Auntie Jean on the anniversary of your passing. Give my Dad, Alan, a BIG BIG hug from me. XxxX

Cannot believe its now been 7 years since you passed away Aunite Jean. I will always have very fond memories of your visits to Scotland and remember as a child thinking "How can that be my Dad's sister? She talks so funny" obviously your American accent. Hope your having a "Good Crack" up their with my Dad and the rest of our family. Till we meet again, your beloved Niece Marnie xxxx

The years are passing Jean but my memories of you will never fade. I will always remember your trips to scotland and you me and william blethering through the night putting the world to rights. I will always treasure these memories and will always miss you. Sandra McCauley xx

Never gone never forgotten in my heart always Jeanie

Dont think I could ever forget you. Say hiya to my dad I'll see you all again one day

A fond and Sad farewell to My beutifull Sister Jean..You left Scotland when I was just 8 years old but you were Always a big part of our lifes and dreams..You are now with Mum &Dad William Colin Margret and Alan..That should keep you buzy..Always in my heart Jean..Love is eternal..Yir Wee Bro..David.X

Gone from sight but not from heart. I remember her kindly shared wry wit and wisdom. Jeannie has flit to a better place

So sorry to hear of the passing of Aunty Jean, my heartfelt condolences to her whole family. I will remember Aunty Jean as a wonderful genuine person with a contagious laugh just like her mother Annie had before her! My fondest and earliest memory must be the tapes' that Jean would record and sent to my mother Margaret (long long before internet and when phoning was just too expensive). There would be endless minutes of Jean just blethering away telling us tales of another life in another...

I am sorry for your loss. God will soon end all sickness and death. You are in our thoughts and prayers.