Antionette Joan Green
Sunrise: December 20, 1923
Sunset: June 14, 2009
Antionette Joan Green, 85, passed away at home on
June 14, 2009 surrounded by her loving family.  She was
a friend and partner of The Ernest Angley Ministries.
Antionette attended The Morris Brown University in
Atlanta, GA.  She was a minister, homemaker and owned
a janitorial service. Preceded in death by her loving
husband of 49 years, George M.; father, Andy Sanford;
mother, Emmie Parkman; and brothers, Harvey Sanford
and Edward Parkman. Antionette is survived by her
daughters, Jacquelyn Rhodes, Anita Maloney and
Cynthia Green; sons, Jerome and Rev. Mark Green, who
was her companion and caregiver for the last 18 years;
sister, Anna Ollison; 17 grandchildren; a host of
great-grandchildren; and many friends.  Granny walked
by faith, not by sight.
Rose left in loving memory by Antionette's family.
Antionette Green:
Mom, Granny, and Friend but also known as
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.
(See scripture below.)
Flowers left by son Mark.
Flowers left by son Jerome.
Is this the kind of fast I have chosen, only
a day for a man to humble himself?  Is it
only for bowing one's head like a reed
and for lying on sackcloth and ashes?  Is
that what you call a fast, a day acceptable
to the LORD?  Is not this the kind of
fasting I have chosen:  to loose the chains
of injustice and untie the cords of the
yoke, to set the oppressed free and break
every yoke?  

Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with
shelter-- when you see the naked, to
clothe him, and not to turn away from your
own flesh and blood?  Then your light will
break forth like the dawn, and your
healing will quickly appear;  then your
righteousness will go before you, and the
glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.
Flowers left by her daughters Jacquelyn, Anita, and Cynthia.
Then you will call, and the LORD will
answer; you will cry for help, and he will
say: "Here am I."  If you do away with the
yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger
and malicious talk, and if you spend
yourselves in behalf of the hungry and
satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then
your light will rise in the darkness, and
your night will become like the noonday.

The LORD will guide you always; he will
satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame. You will be
like a well-watered garden, like a spring
whose waters never fail. Your people will
rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise up
the age-old foundations; you will be called
Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of
Streets with Dwellings.

          Isaiah 58: 5 -12 (NIV)
Flower left by Jacquelyn, Anita, and Cynthia.
         My Granny

My granny and I had a rich history.  
I loved my granny very much.  Her
actions literally saved my life. I
cannot summarize in 3-5 minutes
The cross left here by Jesus.
Flowers left by her Grandchildren
Flowers left by her Great-Grandchildren
all the memories we shared and her impact in my
life.  What I can say is I am changed, because of
her footprints throughout my life.                        

What I can tell you is this:  She loved and
believed God and His Word.  She stood
fearlessly and courageously on His promises.   
She loved her family and friends.  My granny
loved to talk about our family history.   She cared
for the sick, the widow, and the orphan.   She
prayed and fasted to receive the promises and
provisions of God, favor with man, miracles,
signs, and wonders, and even her dead brought
back to life.  

I stand here as a seed of those promises she
received.  She had taught me to honor the
memories of others by knowing their story.  
Where they came from?  What tragedies did
they suffer?  More importantly, how they triumph
over those tragedies?  She instilled in me the
importance of believing God, praying and
knowing God’s word.  She taught me to care for
others and that God was not a respecter of
persons.  What He can do for someone else,
God can do for you.  

My granny always had a way of taking the things
of this world and restoring them.  I believe that
was a God given gift.  The bruised or disfigured
fruit would become a delicious can of fruit or
preserves.  The torn up sofa would become a
newly upholstered piece in her living room.  The
skid row unlovely person would become a
valuable skillful worker in her home.  My granny
really had the gift of restoration.  Once things
entered into her hands, they were never the
same again.   My granny added value to
everything she touched including those around
her.  That is just like Jesus who takes the
unlovely and broken people of this world and
restores them.

My granny was always concerned about others.  
She would always ask about my family
whenever I would call or visit.  She was
hardworking.  She did not fear men, and knew
her adversary. She kept the focus, and fought
the fight.   She finished well.  She ran the race
set before her with fervor and made up her mind
that her life would be poured out for God and His
Kingdom.   It was all about Christ Jesus.  So
today I do not grieve with unquenchable grief.  I
stand here today proud for the life and legacy
she left behind for I know I will see her again.  
My granny is no longer sick.  She is no longer in
pain.  She is no longer confused.  Her memories
are no longer gone.  For she is with God and
completely restored.  More importantly, I envy
her, because she has heard the words that
those in Christ long to hear “Well done,
Antionette, good and faithful servant.  For when I
was hungry you feed me, when I was thirsty you
gave me drink, when I was naked you clothed
me, when I was in prison you visited me, and
when I was sick, your prayers made me well.  
Well done good and faithful servant!”   

Written by Sharon Green
Antionette’s Granddaughter
Once Family
Always Family

Once family always family.
A mother will always be a mother. It
doesn't matter if she gave birth to
you, helped raised you, or even
someone you looked up to. What
mattered was the fact she was there.
Always with a hug, always with
a kind word. Always with a
stern look But always -
always with love.

A father will always be a father.
Though he comes with many names
such as dad, step-dad, mentor or
other. It doesn't change the fact that
he reminds you of the right things and
loves you when you do the wrong.
There when you need him the most,
no matter how far, how old, or how
careless you are.

A sister will always be a sister.
Whose laughter rings loud and clear,
or whose tears cleanse our hurt and
our fears. Together moments are
shared through good times and bad,
we are never alone. It's comforting to
know someone is there.

A brother will always be a brother.
The protector, the guardian, the
explorer of our dreams. He’s the one
we confide in. Secrets of the heart
each of us knows
what that means.

A friend will always be a friend. The
barometer of our subconscious. The
on earth angels who are there without
being there. Quick to lend a helping
hand, at the same time
a stinging word to put us
back on track.

There are many facets, many
meanings, and many people who play
an important role. Just remember it
doesn't matter what religion, what
place, or what color you are. What
matter comes from the heart and soul.

It doesn't matter if they are here or if
they are afar. With peace in your
mind, and love in your heart. Keep
true to these words.
Once family, always family
will guide you through.
In loving memory for those who are
no longer here. We love you. We will
always love. Forever and ever,
never to end.

Written by
Chris Green
Antionette's Grandson
Flower left by Jacquelyn, Anita, and Cynthia.
Flowers for Antionette.
She loved planting flowers and hers were the most colorful and beautiful flowers on the
street. Now she walks in God's special garden; a place where roses never fade.


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