June Louise Jeantet

JUNE LOUISE JEANTET May 13, 1931 - March 7, 2024 - Taylor, TX Almost 93 years ago, she was born in Mapleville, Rhode Island to Raymond J Balcom and RoseAlma V Balcom, along with two older brothers who have predeceased her: Phillip J Balcom and Raymond P Balcom. June hated school as well as her nicknames 'June Bug' and 'Me Too', but she loved to ice skate. She married her high school sweetheart, Robert Louis Beckwith of Pascoag RI in 1949, having one son Robert H Beckwith. Unfortunately, they were divorced in 1952. She worked at a worsted mill, was a bookkeeper, a live-in governess, and a buyer for a clothing store. In 1959, she married Richard Pershing Jeantet of St Petersburg FL, having one daughter Joni J Wilson. With the help of the USCG, they lived in Florida, Hawaii, California, Rhode Island, Oklahoma, and Texas. Having traveled to or through 49 states they retired in Richard’s hometown of San Diego. Eventually they moved with their daughter and son-in-law to Round Rock in 2003. June treasured her years as a girl scout leader, earning the nickname THUMPER from her troop because she would 'thump' the table when wanting them to be quiet. They loved camping and going on long road trips. Enjoyed watching baseball, were season ticket holders for the San Diego Padres. She was an active member of her bunco group for 20 years. June was preceded in death by her husband of 56 years, Richard Jeantet, and is survived by her son & wife: Bob & Carlene Beckwith; daughter & husband: Joni & Frank Wilson; granddaughter’s family: Tracy, Melvin, Cari & Kati Smith; grandson’s family: Rob, Susan, Sablle, Dwain and Sterling Beckwith; bonus son and wife: Steve & Pam Krechting, and grand-doggers: Jojo & Gigi. There are no plans for a memorial service. In April, there will be a family gathering when interned with Richard at Ft Sam Houston National Cemetery in San Antonio. * * * * * * * * Here’s a poem she wanted to share when she was gone… MISS ME, BUT LET ME GO When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me… I want no rites in a gloom filled room, Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not too long And not with your head bowed low… Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take And each must go alone… It’s all a part of the master’s plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart Go to the friends we know… And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss me, but let me go.