Janice Esther Pyle
March 16, 1939 ~ March 27, 2025
Born in: Buffalo, New York
Resided in: Franklin, Pennsylvania
| Janice Esther Pyle, 86, of Franklin passed away on March 27, 2025.
Born in Buffalo, NY on March 16, 1939, she was the daughter of the late John Bert and Esther Cecelia (Weaver) Watson. She married the love of her life, James Leroy Pyle, on March 9, 1956 and he preceded her in death on April 5, 2009. She loved working for the VNA and enjoyed helping families in any way that she could. Janice was a faithful member of the Christ United Methodist Church for almost 60 years as of April 10th, 1966 . She was very active with the church and never missed a Sunday sermon. In her spare time, she enjoyed gardening, watching soap operas, Wheel of Fortune, and Jeopardy on TV. She enjoyed shopping, often referring to herself as a “Fashionista”. She also enjoyed going to auctions, collecting knickknacks, bingo, and dancing. She was very proud of her home where she raised her children. You would often find her perfecting her lawn and admiring her beautiful rhododendrons. She took every chance to travel, even if it was a few miles, just for the ride to get out and about. Her family was very important to her and she enjoyed every moment with them. Left to cherish her memory are her children James Leroy Pyle, II and his wife, Nancy, of Franklin, Darryl Alan Pyle of Franklin, Darren Dale Pyle and his wife, Lisa, of Kentucky, Wayne I’Dana “Jake” Pyle and his wife, Buffy, of Oil City, Marion Janice McCool and her husband, Glenn, of Franklin, Lynne Lorraine Dick and her husband, Ron, of Sandy Lake, Lauren Marlene Malone and her husband, Eric, of Ashtabula, OH, Renee Love Pyle, Oil City, and Aaron J. Smith and his wife, Jessica, of Franklin; her grandchildren Shana Pyle, Glenn McCool, Jr. and his wife, Teresa, Kayla Card and her husband, Anthony, Darren Pyle, Jr., James Pyle, Shelly Pyle, Chaz Burt, Amber Pyle, Adam Pyle, Sara Pyle, Jennifer McCauley and her husband, Josh, David Smith, Aaron “Joey” Smith, Brenden Dick, Shannon Herrmann, Thomas Butryn, Jr., Ashley Mitchell, Tiffany Sterling, Matthew Sterling, Delana “Sissy” Pyle, and Cameron Pyle; and her many great grandchildren. In addition to her husband and her parents, she was preceded in death by her infant daughter, Lorraine Ann Pyle, her son John Blair Pyle, and her brother Stuart John Watson. Guests will be received at the Gardinier-Warren Funeral Home and Cremation Services, Inc., 1315 Chestnut Street, Franklin on Sunday, March 30th from 11:00 am to 2:00 pm. Funeral services for Janice will be held at the funeral home on Monday, March 31st at 11:00 am with Rev. Dr. Darrell Greenawalt, pastor of the Christ United Methodist Church, officiating. Janice will be laid to rest next to her husband at Franklin Cemetery. Memorial contributions can be made in Janice’s name to the American Cancer Society, P.O. Box 6704, Hagerstown, MD 21741. Please take a moment to share a memory or condolence with the family on Janice’s Book of Memories online at www.WarrenFH.com |
Services
Visitation: Sunday, March 30, 2025 1:00 am - 2:00 pm
Gardinier-Warren Funeral Home & Cremation Services, Inc.
1315 Chestnut Street
Franklin, PA 16323
Funeral Service: Monday, March 31, 2025 11:00 am
Gardinier-Warren Funeral Home & Cremation Services, Inc.
1315 Chestnut Street
Franklin, PA 16323
Interment: Monday, March 31, 2025 12:00 am
Franklin Cemetery
203 Rocky Grove Avenue
Franklin, Pennsylvania 16323
(814) 432-4118
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Family and Friends of Janice Esther Pyle,
May God comfort and support you in the time of your loss. Our prayers and thoughts are with you. When we worshipped together at Christ Church, you were always greeted with a warm and loving smile. She was a dedicated and wonderful example in her faith walk and service for the Lord.
“Let not your heart be troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.” John 14: 1 -3
May God Bless and Keep You,
Lou, Susan and Bethany Slautterback
Love forever and always Wid-Tiffany Savage and your great grandson James Leroy
Family of Janice,
We pray that God’s love and comfort will guide you through this time of loss. We worshipped with Janice for many years at Christ Church. Her example of faith and dedication to the Lord will continue to be an inspiration and a guiding light for us all. We will always cherish our time chatting with Janice over a cup of coffee in Common Grounds each Sunday before worship.
May God Bless you at this time,
Dave and Betsy Updegrave
Family of Janice
Janice was a faithful servant at Christ Church for so many years. I will miss her smile and conversations.
Hang on to those memories of the special times you spent together. She is rejoicing in heaven with the saints and those who have gone before her.
God Bless , Joan Shaner
My heart is full of precious memories I shared with Jan over the years. From the time in 1955 at Fosdick Masten Girls Vocational High School, in Buffalo, NY (where we met) to her soon introduction to my brother Jim. They had an instant love, a forever love, that lasted through the years. Though our paths went separate ways over the years, when I would visit family we would reconnect with joy. Our last meeting was at our sisters funeral a short time ago. She told me her one wish was to live to be 90 like her mother did. This was not in God’s plan, but I can only imagine the glorious reunion she had with Jim and family that had gone before her into Heaven. God thank you for Jan and her life and love that she shared with me. I will see her again one day in Heaven around the throne of Jesus our Saviour.
I am sad to hear that Janice has passed. I wish I could have been there to express my condolences in person. My thoughts are with everyone that loved her during this difficult time.
Janice, say hi to Jim when you see him.
I never had the chance to know you the way I wish I could have. Life, with all its twists and turns, kept us apart, and now, I’m left with only the stories of who you were, the whispers of your life that I’ll never fully hear. And yet, in the quiet of my heart, I still long for you, Grandma.
I imagine you often. I think of how your eyes must have sparkled when you laughed, how your hands must have felt when they held someone close, and how your voice must have sounded when you shared a piece of wisdom, a secret of life. I wonder about the parts of you that I’ll never know—the way you loved, the way you lived, the way you felt when the world was hard and you still found a way to stand tall.
I wish I could’ve been there to see you, to listen to your stories, to learn from you in the way only a grandmother can teach. I wish I could have felt the warmth of your presence, to feel safe in the way only a grandmother’s love can make you feel.
I know you had your struggles, and I know there were reasons we never shared those moments. But still, I can’t help but mourn the connection that could have been. The bond I’ll never have the chance to fully form. And in that ache, I find myself wondering who you were—really—and wishing I could have been there to understand you, to love you the way a granddaughter should.
Should you have the chance to run into my little boy stop and say hello. Build that bond and relationship with him. Love him and laugh with him for me.
May you sleep peacefully aside Grandpa and you walk together happily hand in hand.
Shelly Pyle-McKnight
The world tells us that time is precious, and now, more than ever, I understand how true that is. We can never go back, can never undo the space that time and circumstance created. But I hope, wherever you are now, you know that I carry a piece of you with me. Even though we never shared the life I dreamed of with you, I still love you. I still wish I could have known you
I never had the chance to know you the way I wish I could have. Life, with all its twists and turns, kept us apart, and now, I’m left with only the stories of who you were, the whispers of your life that I’ll never fully hear. And yet, in the quiet of my heart, I still long for you, Grandma.
I imagine you often. I think of how your eyes must have sparkled when you laughed, how your hands must have felt when they held someone close, and how your voice must have sounded when you shared a piece of wisdom, a secret of life. I wonder about the parts of you that I’ll never know—the way you loved, the way you lived, the way you felt when the world was hard and you still found a way to stand tall.
I wish I could’ve been there to see you, to listen to your stories, to learn from you in the way only a grandmother can teach. I wish I could have felt the warmth of your presence, to feel safe in the way only a grandmother’s love can make you feel.
I know you had your struggles, and I know there were reasons we never shared those moments. But still, I can’t help but mourn the connection that could have been. The bond I’ll never have the chance to fully form. And in that ache, I find myself wondering who you were—really—and wishing I could have been there to understand you, to love you the way a granddaughter should.
The world tells us that time is precious, and now, more than ever, I understand how true that is. We can never go back, can never undo the space that time and circumstance created. But I hope, wherever you are now, you know that I carry a piece of you with me. Even though we never shared the life I dreamed of with you, I still love you. I still wish I could have known you.
Should you bump into my little man. Stop and say hello. Laugh with him and create a bond with him the way we should have. I hope you’re peacefully resting along side Grandpa.