Jo Anne “Jody” Trosper Wingo

Anne “Jody” Trosper Wingo, 83, of Hamilton, MO formerly of Blue Springs, MO, passed away Saturday, October 22, 2016. A visitation is being held at 11:00 a.m. on Thursday, October 27, 2016 at Royer Funeral Home, Grain Valley. A funeral will follow at 11:30 also at the funeral home with a burial in Swan Lake Memorial Gardens following the service. Contributions can be made to Hamilton Baptist Church, W. Berry St. Hamilton, MO 64644, or Three Rivers Hospice, Cameron, MO 64429.

Jo Anne was born on February 22, 1933 in Braymer, MO, daughter of Virgil and Opal Trosper. Jody was an elementary school teacher at Cowgill, MO and Fort Osage School district. Prior to that she worked at Hamilton Shoe Factory and for her folks at The Junction Café. She was a member of Blue Springs Assembly of God. She grew up in Caldwell County and graduated from Hamilton High School in 1951. Jody attended Hannibal LA-Grange for her Associates Degree in Education in 1958 then attended UCM for her Bachelor’s Degree in Elementary Education in 1962 finishing with her Master’s Degree in Elementary Education from UCM in 1980.

Jody is preceded in death by her parents; husband, Raymond Wingo; brothers, Dean R. Trosper, Don Trosper, Offie Trosper, and Wade Robert Trosper (infant); and sisters, Kathleen Cox, Mary Frances Hubbard, and Norma Jean Trosper (infant). She is survived by her step-son, Jonathon R. Wingo of St. Louis, MO; nephews, Robert L. Trosper of Gould City, MI, Michael D. Trosper of Hamilton, MO, Stephen L. Trosper of Hamilton, MO, Larry D. Trosper of Holt, MO; nieces, Kathy A. Rodenberger of Huntington, IN, Carol S. Dieckman of Wellington, MO, Ruth Ann Bunker of Hamilton, MO; and 2 step-grandsons, Jonathan and James Wingo.

Arrangements: Royer Funeral Home, Grain Valley, MO 816-847-4441

Kim Breedlove

11 Nov 2020 Reply

Though late, please accept my condolences to the family. My mom, Glenna Breedlove, was “Aunt” Jody’s roommate at Hannibal LaGrange, and they remained friends until mom passed in 2000. I kept in touch with her for many years thereafter until my calls were no longer returned a few years ago. Aunt Jody was a wonderful woman with a quirky sense of humor. I remember visits to “Granny” Opal’s home, “Uncle” Offie, and playing with her niece, Ruth Ann, when we were both young. Granny and Aunt Jody were awesome cooks…always something tasty when visiting their homes. Dad worked night shifts when I was small, and we’d often travel thru the night after he got off work to Hamilton arriving in wee morning hours. Granny most always had fresh, warm donuts, some other breakfast fare, and a nice, soft feather bed to rest on after all the good food. There were many visits between our home in Arnold and Jo & Ray’s in Blue Springs over the years. Letters, phone calls, stories shared, memories made…yearbooks reviewed with care. One funny story from before my birth was when my parents lived in an apartment in South St. Louis. Dad fed the squirrels out of his hand to the point they’d jump out of the trees onto his shoulders when he’d be coming up the walk. One day when Jody came to visit, a squirrel jumped on her shoulder. I was told she screamed and screamed…almost fainting…while my dad doubled over in laughter (for which she always gave him an evil eye when the story was told). She had no affinity for rodents of any kind — another story made rounds about her standing on a chair screaming in their dorm room while mom chased a mouse with a broom. All kidding aside…I truly missed visiting with her when our phone calls stopped. I’ve had financial & physical challenges that kept me from being able to travel. But I’m comforted in knowing she loved our Lord Jesus, had accepted him as her Saviour many years ago, and I’m certain she’s now rejoicing with family & friends gone before…including my parents. May God bless those left behind with peace and the comfort of your own happy memories. With much love….. Kim Breedlove

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Kim Breedlove
11 Nov 2020 Reply

Though late, please accept my condolences to the family. My mom, Glenna Breedlove, was “Aunt” Jody’s roommate at Hannibal LaGrange, and they remained friends until mom passed in 2000. I kept in touch with her for many years thereafter until my calls were no longer returned a few years ago. Aunt Jody was a wonderful woman with a quirky sense of humor. I remember visits to “Granny” Opal’s home, “Uncle” Offie, and playing with her niece, Ruth Ann, when we were both young. Granny and Aunt Jody were awesome cooks…always something tasty when visiting their homes. Dad worked night shifts when I was small, and we’d often travel thru the night after he got off work to Hamilton arriving in wee morning hours. Granny most always had fresh, warm donuts, some other breakfast fare, and a nice, soft feather bed to rest on after all the good food. There were many visits between our home in Arnold and Jo & Ray’s in Blue Springs over the years. Letters, phone calls, stories shared, memories made…yearbooks reviewed with care. One funny story from before my birth was when my parents lived in an apartment in South St. Louis. Dad fed the squirrels out of his hand to the point they’d jump out of the trees onto his shoulders when he’d be coming up the walk. One day when Jody came to visit, a squirrel jumped on her shoulder. I was told she screamed and screamed…almost fainting…while my dad doubled over in laughter (for which she always gave him an evil eye when the story was told). She had no affinity for rodents of any kind — another story made rounds about her standing on a chair screaming in their dorm room while mom chased a mouse with a broom. All kidding aside…I truly missed visiting with her when our phone calls stopped. I’ve had financial & physical challenges that kept me from being able to travel. But I’m comforted in knowing she loved our Lord Jesus, had accepted him as her Saviour many years ago, and I’m certain she’s now rejoicing with family & friends gone before…including my parents. May God bless those left behind with peace and the comfort of your own happy memories. With much love….. Kim Breedlove