Ann Beddingfield (1944-2020)

Ann Sterling Beddingfield, 75, of Garrison, died on March 20.

She was born in Black Mountain, North Carolina, on June 24, 1944, the daughter of Woodrow and Eunice Beddingfield. She was the valedictorian of her class at Owen High School in Black Mountain and went on to graduate from Mount Holyoke College in South Hadley, Massachusetts, and the University of North Carolina School of Law. She held various jobs as an attorney.

Her family and friends said she would be remembered for her quick wit, love of life, sense of humor and natural curiosity that led to many adventures, outdoors, intellectual and otherwise. She loved nature, including bird watching, photography of nature and was always ready to embrace the outdoors whether biking, kayaking and hiking or visits to a garden or a wolf preserve. Rain or other elements never seemed to get in the way of her explorations and adventures, they said.

She was also an extraordinary Renaissance person, an incredible storyteller, a fearless adventurer and a wonderful friend and neighbor, they said.

Ann is survived by her sister, Jody Floyd, two nieces and a nephew, as well as three great-nephews. Memorial donations may be made to any animal rescue organization. A service is planned for a later date because of the current health crisis.

Information provided by Clinton Funeral Home of Cold Spring

6 thoughts on “Ann Beddingfield (1944-2020)

  1. Ann was such a sweet woman — always a story to tell with her thick Southern accent. Always enjoyed giggling with her about her dog Perky. Sorry to see she has passed.

  2. I enjoyed many long, insightful and often hilarious conversations with Ann. She was a real character, in the best sense of the term.

  3. I feel very sad as there was no ending. We had a nice talk at Foodtown a few short weeks ago.

  4. Ann was one smart lady, and very kind. It’s hard to believe that she’s gone. She especially loved dogs and they loved her (our dogs keep thinking they see her car down at the Foundry). I just found and pinned to my home office bulletin board a Robinson Jeffers poem that she printed out for us years ago after a beloved dog of ours died. The last line: “I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.”

  5. Struck to hear of dear neighbor Ann’s passing. I do declare, just cannot believe I will never see that trademark orange sweatshirt ever again. Sure hated that Hillary! Rest in peace, rebel lady.