Juliette Frances Armin

Juliette Frances Armin

June 16, 1918 - March 12, 2005

Juliette Frances Armin

June 16, 1918 - March 12, 2005


Juliette F. Armin, 86. Born in California on June 16, 1918. Passed away March 12, 2005 in Aliso Viejo, California. Juliette is survived by daughter Anne Naylor; daughter, Carol Sexton and her husband, Rob; daughter Denise Austin and her husband, Scott; son, Craig Armin; grandchildren Michael Eddy and his wife, Jennifer; Kevin Eddy and his wife, Michelle; Adrian Sexton and his wife, Bonnie; Ariana Sexton and her husband John; Annelise Sexton; Aislinn Sexton; Eli Williem and his wife, Leslie; Julie Armin and Lynn Klinger and her husband, Jason; great-grandchildren Trevor, Jonah, Conner and two new great-grandchildren on the way.

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8 responses to Juliette Frances Armin

  1. Grandma Julie, as we called her, was an active, smart and ‘incredibly interested in her grandchildren’ type of grandmother.

    I remember many wonderful times: making lunches with her in her La Canada kitchen with her “saving” our botched meal preparations…, clearing the bamboo in her backyard, walking down to Pic&Save to buy small gifts, visiting her at her work and seeing the tremendous respect other co-workers had for her, and having individual meals with her, where she would talk to you, no matter your age, like an equal. She would make your mind think and your heart hum.

    She was a refreshing grandmother who always wished for the best in her children and their children. And her mind and spirit stayed strong and beautifully humorous to the end.

    We will miss you, Grandma Julie…

  2. Adrian and I enjoyed some good visits with Grandma Julie in the last few months, and I was glad to get to know her as the newest granddaughter-in-law. Grandma Julie also gave me a lovely china teacup she had saved from an original set she’d gotten as an undergrad. We will miss her.

  3. Lani Graves says:

    I just want to send everyone love and condolences at the passing of Juliette Armin, or Grandma Julie. I remember hearing the conversation Adrian had with her the day after Adrian and Bonnie became engaged, and I remember thinking that it was nice that Adrian had the kind of relationship with her that caused the happy couple to want to call and share their happy news. I’m glad Bonnie was able to meet her and know her a little before her death–memories that the both of them can share. I loved imagining Adrian sharing a meal with a loving grandmother who made him feel important. Although I never met her, I’m grateful for the kind of grandmother she was to Adrian as he was growing up.

    It makes me look forward to being a good and loving grandmother one day…

  4. In the last 14 years that I have been a part of Juliette’s life, I have stored many memories – some happy and some sad. My most recent memory is when Michael and I went to The Covington to visit with her and she pointed her finger at Michael and said “no,no,no” then she laughed.

    I remember one time when Michael and I were “in the area”, and of course Juliette had a “raost” in the oven. She told me then that she always liked to cook one because she never knew if someone would come by for a visit, and that she adored each one of her grandchildren, it was then that I noticed she never used the words “in-law” when talking about us all…

    Always family, whether we were talking with anyone else or not. Juliette was always thinking of the other people’s feelings, special days, health issues, and esp. the future grand babies!

    I had thirty minutes to myself visiting Juliette on that Friday afternoon…

    So, here’s to you grandma Juliette…
    We love & miss you dearly, and know that you are finally back were you belong… at home with grandpa, and some day we will join you there. Much Love Always, JEn

  5. Julie Armin says:

    As Grandma Julie’s “namesake,” I have fond memories of the question, “Are you named after your grandma?” I relished the perplexed expressions as I explained that my father and mother didn’t meet until I was about 6 years old. The pixie in me liked imagining the complex algorithms formulating in my listeners’ minds as they tried to establish our relatedness.

    Actually, this story illustrates how I viewed Grandma Julie and, I believe, how she viewed me: I never considered the fact that she wasn’t my “real” grandma until the namesake question came up. I felt as if I had a special relationship with her. She asked me questions about school and life that other adults just took for granted as boring kid-stuff.

    Although I haven’t seen Grandma Julie in years, I cherish my memories and I can only hope that she knew the important part she played in my life.

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