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Frances A. HarkessFrances Atkins Harkess, of Aberdeen, formerly of Albany, N.Y., went home to be with her Lord Tuesday morning, Aug. 25, 2009.
She is survived by her husband, Harold Harkess, of Aberdeen; son, Robert Frost, of Southern Pines; daughters, Diana Frost, of Cross River, N.Y. and Catherine Bogin, of Brooklyn, N.Y.; cousin, Betty Jo Johnson, of Martinsville, Va.; four grandsons, two granddaughters, and four great-grandchildren.
Frances Atkins was born April 2, 1931, in Martinsville, Va., the daughter of Robert Greene Atkins and Nettie Noel Atkins.
Frances and Harold Harkess were married for 36 years. They made their home in Albany, N.Y., until August 2006 when they relocated to Aberdeen. They built a new home in Forest Hills, Aberdeen, in 2008.
Frances was a member of Alpha Omicron Fraternity (sorority) and had served as a chapter adviser to the chapter at the University at Albany (Albany, N.Y.) for several years prior to moving to Aberdeen. She had been a child protective services caseworker and later a family and children services specialist for the State of New York Department of Child and Family Services for 17 years prior to her retirement in 1990.
Fran was a member of Sandhills Presbyterian Church, and served on the fellowship committee and missions committee. Previously she and her husband had been active members for 30 years at New Life Ministries in Schenectady, N.Y.
In accord with her wishes, there will be no visitation or viewing. There will be a celebration service at 11 a.m. Saturday, Aug. 29, at Sandhills Presbyterian Church, 650 Pee Dee Road, Southern Pines. This will be followed by a lunch at the church. A memorial service in Albany-Schenectady, N.Y., will be held in late September.
Gifts and/or memorials may be made to Sandhills Presbyterian Church Youth Fund at the address shown above.
Condolences may be made at http://www.bolesfuneralhome.com/.

As appeared in The Pilot
The photo does not do her warm smile and sparking eyes justice...was taken at the most recent WIC Salad Luncheon in July...

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