Jean Ann Schlupe age 86, passed away February 23, 2021 at home with her family by her side. She was born to the late Lewis H and Ruth Mae (Hoover) Chappelear on June 23, 1934 in Akron, Ohio. She grew up in Black Horse Ravenna and resided in Green area. Jean was very intelligent and adored by all. She won the 21st National Spelling Bee at the age of 14 and had a ton of adoring fans. She graduated from Ravenna High School in 1952. She loved the outdoors, spending time with family, picking blueberries in Maine, fishing, and bird watching. She loved the wind in her face regardless of beach, motorcycle or by convertible. She loved a good book with a warm blanket and cup off mm good coffee or tea. She as always free spirited and now her spirit is free.
MOM
Kids, sisters, cousins, friends,
It is okay, it is not the end.
Its is beautiful here, not like before, I just open my wing and swiftly I soar.
I know you miss me, trust when I say
You too will get your Angel wings,
And we shall fly away. – KN
Jean is predeceased by husbands, James A. Doak Sr, Thomas E. Walters, Charles E. “Red” Hayden and Lloyd R. Schlupe; family members, James Norman, Gerald D. “Jer” Walters, William Walters, Sr., Kathy Cheppelear and Richard Schwarz.
She leaves behind sister, Lee Ann Schwarz; brother, Donald Chappelear; family members, Eldon Hoover, James and Cheryl Doak, Patricia Mazzagatti, Bonnie Daugherty, Janean Nagorski and Kathi Nutter; grandchildren, great grandchildren and great-great grandchildren totaling 25; and many nieces, nephews and friends.
Memorial Service will be held at Noon on Monday, March 8, 2021 at Hillside Memorial Park, 1025 Canton Road, Akron, Ohio 44312. Those attending the services are asked to please wear a proper protective mask and practice safe distancing requirements. Condolences and special memories can be shared with the family online at www.heritagecremationsociety.com
Heritage Cremation Society
330.564.1213
My mother, My best friend ❤
Jean will always be with us; deep in our hearts.
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winters’ day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow. She is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s the place you come from, your first home. She’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love and your first friend and nothing on Earth can separate you. Not time. Not space. Not even death.
Jean you certainly knew how to live and love. You are forever in my heart.
Love,
Geneva