Freddie Ruth Little McCann, age 86, passed away peacefully in her home in Ann Arbor, MI, surrounded by her family on February 8, 2019. She was born January 31, 1933 in Groesbeck, Texas to Freddie and Ruth (Hyden) Little, and joined older brothers Malloy and Dwayne Little.
A private family burial will be held in Faulkenberry Cemetery and she will be laid to rest with her husband, Dr. Brian M. McCann, Ph.D.
Freddie met her husband, Dr. Brian McCann, while attending UT Austin in 1962. She never stopped loving to watch the Longhorn band during the football games. She later completed her Bachelors Degree in Business at UT at Arlington, as a member of Alpha Theta Chi, a national society whose members rank scholastically in the top 3 percent of their class. I guess that’s where Sir Isaac Newtons genes came into play.
Freddie’s passions were genealogy, reading, writing, fashion, decorating and spending time with her family and friends. She also had three loyal pets (Cookie, Emily and Humphrey) that followed her wherever her travels led. She had a great sense of humor and a beautiful laugh that could fill a room. Freddie was very smart, a tactical debater and a loyal Democrat to the end.
Freddie’s death was preceded by her husbands, Dr. Brian M. McCann Ph.D., October 10th, 2012.
Left to honor Freddie and remember her love are her three children, Mathew (Inez) Groveton, Sidney (Mark) Cornett, Macksyne (Bill) Reminder; and five grandchildren; Taylor, Sydney, Dylan, Samantha and Cooper.
When I was young in New York City and wore high heels and went to fancy parties, where I sipped champagne and ate caviar on French bread and danced with earls----but now that I am old I live a small southern town where I sit barefoot on my back steps with a faithful, lazy cat named Jose, and sip coffee from my grandmother’s antique coffee cup, while watching the sun rise over Lottie Thompson’s garage.
When I was young, I lived in New York City and dined at expensive restaurants with elegant people----but now that I am old, I dine in front of my living room window on old oaken trays while waving to the neighbors on their evening walks.
I must admit, however, that on occasion when all of these Southern Baptists are fast asleep, I sit on my veranda and sip champagne and eat caviar and reminisce of days when I was young----and lived in New York City----and danced with earls.
By Freddie G. McCann