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Joan Allred (Neron) VIEW PROFILE

Joan Allred Neron
(July 31, 1945 - June 24, 2011)

“Our Inspiration”

Joan Allred Neron, 65, found eternal peace on June 24, 2011. She was surrounded by her family and friends. Joan will be joining her beloved mother Jesse Allred, her sisters Rosalie Allred and Joyce Saderup, and her best friend Tawnie Olsen. Survived by her father Don Allred; her brothers Kay, Norman, and Brent Allred; her sisters Maurine Murphy and Clyda Brattos; children John and Tammy Neron, Angie Healy, Tracy Goldman, Laurie Sontag, and her seven grandchildren.

Joan was born in Roosevelt, Utah on July 31, 1945. She served an LDS mission in Vancouver, Canada and attended BYU earning a BA in history and education. Joan taught history and library science for 10 years and stopped teaching to become a full time mother. She was very active in the LDS church and held the positions of Ward and Stake Librarian, Sunday School Teacher, and Relief Society Leader. Joan was a woman of intelligence and enjoyed socializing and discussing religion and politics. She loved spending time with her family, friends, and neighbors. Joan’s kindness was evident as everyone she knew, understood she truly cared about them. She was our inspiration.

Funeral services will be held Friday, July 1, 2011 at 11:00 a.m. at the Western Hills 3rd Ward, 5380 West 5400 South, Kearns, Utah. Friends may visit with the family Thursday evening from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. at the Holbrook Mortuary, 3251 South 2300 East, and Friday morning at the church from 9:30 a.m. to 10:30 a.m. prior to the service. Interment: Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park. Online messages and tributes to the family can be posted at:


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03/18/13 03:35 PM #1    

Ronald Scott

More often than not, our remembrances of others are shameless exercises in egocentrism.  This is no exception. The fact is, we remember people well who influenced our lives in some important way. 

For instance, I remember Joan Allred because she touched me in many  subtle ways that most people did not notice. Yes, she was the younger sister of a very good friend.  Yes, we went to the same church, so we saw each other practically every Sunday and Tuesday night for at least seven years.  Yes, she was part of my school class from sixth grade on.  In fact, my first vivid recollection of Joanie was in sixth grade at the old Sherman School smack in the heart of East Millcreeek that was struggling even then to be a real village, like Sugarhouse or Holladay 

She was the quiet girl in the corner, second from the front in a row that was pressed against the plaasterboard wall,  a couple of desks in front of Larry Baer and Jane Ann Winegar.  If the teacher hadn’t called roll on a daily basis, you wouldn’t have known Joanie was there. 

I had been awkwardly thrust into the class without much preparation.  I was unsure of myself on practically every front.   Then I was assigned to help Joan with her reading.  At the time, she was struggling a bit.  Several times a week we’d sit together and read out loud. I would coach as she read.  I was a pretty impaptient kid who learned patience from my reading partner.  The  process must have paid off because Joan grew up to be a professional educator and an expert in library science.  What irony.  What a thrilling irony, actually.

Truth is, in her quiet way, she was the teacher, channeling my energy in productive ways that built self-confidence, reassuring that I did indeed belong in the class.  I will be forever grateful for those lessons. 

Reading over her brief obituary, and pieceing it together with vague reports I got about her over the years, I  concluded that Joan’s life underscored the adage  that success in life is not so much about how fast you start, but how eager you are to get back up when you get knocked down, and how strongly you finish.   

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