Lucy Frances "Fanny" was the third daughter in a family of 11 children. Until she was in mid-teens her life consisted of field work, household chores, and carrying the current baby on her hip. After her family's move to Shawnee, she became a "domestic" in the homes of well-to-do business people. Leaving Shawnee High School during her junior year, she moved with her family to a farm near Prague. It was cotton-picking time so she had to do her share to help support the Medley family. For the rest of her life she detested working in a cotton field! After her marriage she was a full-time homemaker, with the exception of a short stint cooking at Prairie Valley School.

Fanny became an avid gardener, good cook, and excellent seamstress during the ensuing years. She was a diligent worker--always frugal with her time and resources. However, she was eager to help support missionaries and unfortunate children around the world. Stanley was number one in her life, and her first consideration was always for his well-being.

She was a faithful member of Highway Baptist Church and later of First Baptist Church, Earlsboro. She taught Sunday School, Vacation Bible School, and served as church clerk. Always willing to help wherever she was needed, she served in many other capacities in her church. Home Demonstration Club, and helping with her girls' 4-H projects was important to her.

Fanny was a devoted wife, good mother, and loving grandmother.

- Janet Tate

"When I was just a young boy...young lad, many years back, I always loved to go to Aunt Fanny's place, and every time I'd go over there, she'd make cookies. So one day she was out at the house, and they lived in town some place, I don't know where at, but she started to leave, and she asked me if I'd go home with her. I said, 'You bet.' So, I was just a little shaver. So we went to the house and hadn't been there very long and she said, 'Listen, I'm going to the store,' and she said, 'I'm gonna buy some oat, and I'm gonna make you some oatmeal cookies.' So, uh, me being a boy growing, well you couldn't fill me up. She got them cookies made, and she gave me five or six of 'em or a handful, and it didn't take me long to get them down. And I got ashamed of myself eatin' so many, but still, I liked them cookies. So I got to asking her, I said, 'Aunt Fanny, what kind of cookies are them?' 'They're oatmeal.' She'd give me three or four more and I'd go eat 'em. I'd come back, ashamed of myself. 'What kind did you say them were?' She'd give me four or five more, and I think before the evening was over, she'd been to the store and bought more oatmeal. I must have been six or seven years old."

- Carl Wingo, as told to Dane Tate in 1994