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Obituary for Fannie Amy Goulet (Greer)

Ms. Fannie (Greer) Goulet, age 95, passed on Wednesday, June 19th, 2019 in Nashua, NH surrounded by her family. Fannie was born on March 7th, 1924 in Columbia, NH to Henry and Helen Greer. Fannie graduated from Colebrook Academy in 1942. She joined the WWII effort by going to Laconia, NH to make skis for the military, while her husband Leo Goulet served in the Army. She moved to Groveton, NH to raise her children. Fannie later worked at a local hospital and gave everything she could to her family. Fannie worked hard her entire life and shared her wisdom with her grandkids. Fannie later moved to Nashua, NH to be closer to family where she gained an affinity for Ghostbusters and The Lion King. Fannie was always a family oriented person, even giving up smoking. She was an avid bingo player who didn’t tolerate competitiveness; however, she was known to cheat every now and then at card games and had an excellent sense of humor. Fannie was a loving, caring, feisty, headstrong and sometimes stubborn woman, and a fighter until the end.

She leaves behind to cherish her memory, one sister, Mrs. Anna (Greer) Jarry, seven children - Irene (Goulet) Ladd, Louie Goulet, Mary (Goulet) Reynolds, David Goulet, Helen (Goulet) Croteau, Fred Goulet, and Lori (Goulet) Frizzell, as well as fifteen grandchildren, fifteen great-grandchildren, and one great-great grandchild.

SERVICES: A graveside service will be held for Fannie at the Colebrook Village Cemetery, Route 3 in Colebrook on Friday, July 19th at 1:00PM. Pastor Todd Goulet will be performing the service. The family welcomes all to join them following the service to celebrate Fannie’s life at the Black Bear Tavern, 151 Main St., Colebrook. Memorial donations may be made to the American Cancer Society, P.O. Box 22478, Oklahoma City, OK 73123 or at

HEY GRAM, Written by granddaughter Taylor Frizzell
Hey Gram. I’m sure you would think me writing about you to the Internet is kind of silly and I totally get you there but I just want the world to know what they’re missing out on, so stick with me for a bit, okay?
Thank you for being around when my sisters and I were little. I know we drove you nuts, as evidenced by your deep seeded dislike for all things Lion King. I didn’t think it would sting so much once you were gone because I feel like I’ve spent the past year preparing for this.
Thank you for giving me my mom. She’s a tough lady who works harder than anyone I’ve ever seen and know that she would give the shirt off of her back if it meant helping her family. I know that she gets these traits from you because you were the same way.
Thank you for teaching me how to gamble at age five and for playing card games with us for hours on Friday nights. Thank you for your love of Mudslides and an affinity for cheating, badly I may add, at cards and Bingo, and any other game possible. Thank you for your sassy grins and stern looks at my potty mouth. And thank you for loving my family for the wackiness that we are. I am one of the lucky few people who gets to say that I had my Grammy for 24 years of her 95 year life.
Thank you for our dance at Casey’s wedding and thank you letting us pick on you every moment of your life. Thank you for teaching us that love doesn’t have to be cuddles and kisses but it can be picking on each other’s flaws and laughter until your stomach hurts.
I’m not the best grand-kid and moved away from home which meant I didn’t see you much anymore and I’m sorry for that. I wish I had spent more time listening to your crazy stories of growing up in middle of nowhere New Hampshire and I wish that I didn’t take the moments I had with you for granted. I hope that you’re catching up with your siblings and parents, hanging out with your pooches, and smoking all the cigarettes you want. Old habits die hard, I get it. I hope that you still get your Chip and Dale dancers for your 100th birthday and I hope above all else that I make you proud.
I also want it noted that I edited this one for you. Normally these are just word vomit and that’s what I end up posting because I’m all for authenticity, but I wanted this one to mean something. More so than the other ramblings here. Love you Gram. Miss you.