Penwell Turner Funeral Home - Shelby, Ohio

Clara E. (Johnson) Tackett

Clara E. Tackett, age 75, of 14 6th Street, Shelby, died at 1:25 p.m. Saturday at Shelby Memorial Hospital after an extended illness. She was born December 18, 1911 in Moorehead, Kentucky. She was the daughter of Jefferson Davis and Jane (McDaniels) Johnson.

She is survived by 3 sons: Joey Tackett, Carl Foster, and Bill Foster all of Shelby; 1 daughter, Mrs. Bill (Naatti ) Herr of Shelby; 10 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren; 3 sisters: Mrs. Harley (Cora) Lewis of Tiro, Lula Patrick of Portsmouth, Ohio, and Estelle Hayes of Shelby.

She was preceeded in death by her husband, Walter L. Tackett, in 1983.

Mrs. Tackett was a homemaker and a member of the 1st Church of God in Shelby.

Funeral services will be held Tuesday at 1:00 P.M. at the Turner Funeral Home with the Rev. Floyd Whitesel, her pastor officiating. Burial will follow in Oakland Cemetery in Shelby. Friends may call today from 2-4 and form 7-9 P.M. at the Funeral Home.

Memorial expressions may be made to the First Church of God or to the American Cancer Society and left at the funeral home.

Memories & Condolence

  1. Melanie Tackett says:

    Grandma, I have missed you so much throughout my life. You were such a huge part of my life when I was just a little girl. I always knew you loved me so much, and you were the first one to teach me about Jesus and being a Christian. I would have given anything to have more time with you. You could have taught me so much. I wish I would have paid more attention and learned how you made your biscuits and gravy! Because no one ever made them like you did! I have missed you so much in my life, and I can’t wait until I see you again. I will never forget going to Kentucky with you, putting curlers in your hair, painting your fingernails, going to church with you, wearing your shoes, going through your big box of pictures, looking at your Bibles, (I can still picture them in my mind, and the telephone stand where they always sat, with your big black rotary telephone above them.) and walking to your house for lunch every day when I went to Whitney School! And you telling me to get my feet off the Davenport! Sometimes I see a butterfly and I know it’s you. I will meet you at the pearly gates. I hope you’re the first person I see! Love, Mel. ❤️

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