Aleen Joyce Norrid

Aleen Joyce Norrid was born in Lincoln, Nebraska on February 28, 1945. She spent her childhood years in Amarillo, Texas and attended Amarillo High School.
Aleen married and raised her children David and Kelly in Carrollton, Texas where she learned to play tennis and became a force to be reckoned with in the Carrollton Women's Tennis League. She was an accomplished artist, painting portraits and landscapes. Her primary medium was watercolor and she took her inspiration from nature.

She worked her entire professional career at J.C. Penney Co., Inc. and over the span of her 18 years there she worked her way up to executive secretary and served the company proudly utilizing her creativity and caring demeanor.
Her love for animals was evident through her volunteerism at SPCA and personally adopting two cats in need. Her most recent pet adoption has become her constant companion; Sophie, a 6-pound Pappillion dog whom she has trained using hand signals after learning she was deaf.

Aleen is survived by her children Kelly Peavey and her husband Dan, David Norrid and his wife Debbie, grandchildren Haley Peavey, Megan Peavey, Sara Peavey, Chris Shelton, Lindsay Ingram, Andrew Shelton, Brent Shelton, Blake Norrid, Kate Norrid, great grandchildren Madyson and Bryson Ingram, parents Al and Evelyn Pfanmiller, sister Bobette Conatser and her husband Bob, brother Jim Pfanmiller and his wife Debbie, nieces and nephews Brad, Denise, Savannah, Brian, Meghan, Trevor Brandon, Drew and Tate.

A Mass of the Resurrection will be celebrated on Monday, January 17, 2010 at 11:00 a.m. at Prince of Peace Catholic Church, 5100 West Plano Pkwy., Plano, Texas 75093 with Father Dominic Colangelo, Celebrant.

If desired, memorials may be made in Aleen's name to Prince of Peace Catholic Church or to the SPCA.


A Prayer in Spring


OH, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
and make us happy in the happy bees,
the swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
that suddenly above the bees is heard,
the meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.