My heart broke when I learned
of the passing of Judith E. French last month. Her death was unexpected and
shocked everyone who knew and loved her. I haven’t been able to express my
thoughts or my grief, and even now, coming up with the right words to convey all
I am feeling is impossible.
If you are an avid romance reader, then you
probably enjoyed Judy’s books. She wrote over 100 of them across the romance genre
spectrum—historical, fantasy, contemporary, Amish, sweet, thriller, mystery. She
was an extraordinary storyteller, picking up the reader and sweeping her away
to another time and place. I got lost in every Judith E. French book I read.
I
knew her for over 30 years and she was instrumental in my becoming an author.
But Judy was much more than just my friend and colleague. At times she was like a sister
to me, and sometimes she was like my mom, offering unending support and advice.
I loved her dearly and I'll miss her more than words can express.
The following is the beautiful
tribute posted by her family. I share it here with their permission:
In the late 1940’s it was a
common sight along Seven Hickories
Road to see a little red-haired girl on a painted
pony, headed to the Kenton store for candy. That was Judith. She grew up
on her grandfather William Faulkner’s farm at Seven Hickories, between Cheswold
and Kenton.
Judith Ellen Bennett French was born on October 5, 1941 inDover , DE to
Lester and Mildred Bennett and was a big sister to Valerie Bennett Donahue. She
married Gary French, the love of her life, in 1959. They settled on their own
farm near Marydel and raised four children: Bill, David, Colleen and
Debbie. But Judy’s imagination went far beyond that little farm they
called “Penelope’s Advantage”. In time, she became an international bestselling
author, writing under various pseudonyms, famous for her historical romances,
and Amish novels. Over the course of a lifetime, Judy wrote and published over
one hundred novels that were sold worldwide in multiple languages—stories of
love and sorrow, adventure and triumph.
Judith Ellen Bennett French was born on October 5, 1941 in
She was an accomplished
archaeologist, an artist, a storyteller, a farmer, and a genealogist. But her
greatest source of pride was being the matriarch of a large family. Judy was
mother to four, grandmother to ten and great-grandmother to fourteen. Her
joy was in those children and in seeing them chase chickens on her
grandfather’s farm at Seven Hickories, just as she once had.
Judith E. French died at dusk on Friday, August 25, 2017 in her two-hundred-year-old farmhouse, surrounded by the laughter of a family that is eternally grateful for her thoughtfulness, her wisdom, and her relentless faith in her progeny.
Judith E. French died at dusk on Friday, August 25, 2017 in her two-hundred-year-old farmhouse, surrounded by the laughter of a family that is eternally grateful for her thoughtfulness, her wisdom, and her relentless faith in her progeny.
Judy was someone who saw the
best in all of us; she was a person who could always sift the positive from
rubble, and who was just as at home talking to esteemed university professors
as she was cleaning and hanging one of her own chickens for supper.
Judith E. French traveled around the world, but her heart was always
somewhere on a dirt lane near Seven Hickories with a few pennies in her pocket,
riding that pony.
Donations in Judith’s honor
may be sent to Camden Friends Meeting, Camden ,
DE .
Letters of condolences can be
sent via Pippin Funeral Home.
1 comment:
Donna what a beautiful tribute. I'm so sorry for your loss. I bet she knew how much she meant to you. xo
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