Beverly Ann Carroll

May 6, 1935 – October 26, 2024

Second to sharing her love of Jesus with children was her love of family. Beverly was our family historian and ensured that we all knew our family history. Through one of her grandparents, that lineage goes back to Magna Carta Ancestors. She was most proud to be a daughter of the Republic of Texas and a San Jacinto descendent. Genealogical organizations to which she had belonged: James W. Brown Chapter, Daughters of the Republic of Texas - Pasadena Baytown 6 Chapter, San Jacinto Descendants - Baytown Buffalo Bayou Chapter 2558, United Daughters of the Confederacy - Pasadena Jane Long Chapter, National Society Daughters of the American Revolution - Pasadena Thomas Bay Chapter, Texas Society of the United States Daughters of 1812 - Conroe La Salle Chapter, Daughters of the American Colonists - Houston Tejas Chapter, Continental Society Daughters of Indian Wars - Houston

Texas Division National Society Magna Carta Dames and Barons – Houston

She researched and put together a book “Lineages of my Grandparents Christian Joseph Hahn and Laura Octavia Harris Hahn”, which is filled with family genealogy and histories, stories, maps, and photos which she lovingly made a copy for and distributed to many of our family. She wanted to make sure we all know from whence we came, and the amazing legacy passed on to us. Beverly may have been the youngest of her siblings, but she was the glue that held everyone together and demonstrated a love that is rare. She reminded us, as her niece Cheryl Kesterson so elegantly wrote: “We are a large extended family of multiple generations. Without our Aunt Bev we would have scattered to the winds like leaves on a tree from which we have all sprung. We must not forget that although there are multiple branches they/we all come from the same roots. And I’m so glad we have had Aunt Bev to remind us of that. We must not forget this legacy she has given us”. Beverly was the youngest of 10 children born to Guy Connie Hahn, Sr. and Laura Mae Guerry Hahn at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Houston, Texas on May 6, 1935.

She is predeceased by the love of her life, her husband of 56 years James Rudolph “Rudy” Carroll. Both her beloved parents, Guy Connie Hahn Sr. and Laura Mae Guerry Hahn. Four of her brothers Douglas Christian “Bub” Hahn, Glenn Curtiss Hahn, Charles Clifford Hahn, Guy Connie Hahn, Jr.; and all four of her sisters Marjorie Mae Hahn Schneider, Dorothy “Dot” Gladys Hahn Hale, Lucille Banks “Lucy” Hahn Monk, and Gwendolyn Jean Hahn Morgan. From Rudy’s family: Mother-in-law Ila Lavada Carroll, Sister-in-law Gwendolyn Carroll Olson, and brother-in-law Lloyd Donald Carroll. Beverly is survived by her daughter Valerie Dianne Carroll Broussard, son James Alan Carroll and wife Becky, Clifford Wayne Carroll and wife Kris. Grandchildren Derek Broussard and wife Emily, Amy Broussard Moore and husband Bill, Conner Carroll, Matthew Carroll, Kaitlyn Carroll Brod and husband Will, and Alyssa Carroll. Great Grandchildren Bradley James Broussard, Bode Paul Broussard, Logan Alexander Moore, Cole Ellis Broussard, Marigold Claire Broussard, and Jacob Moore. She is also survived by her brother Guerry Legrande “Sonny” Hahn, Sr. and Sister-in-law Maurine Butler Hahn wife of Guy Connie Hahn, Jr. , and her dear “5th Sister” Bobbie Carroll Robinson. And, Many Many nieces and nephews, and cousins from both her Hahn family and Rudy’s family. We have been blessed with large families on both sides.

Beverly made her profession of faith at a Billy Graham crusade as a teenager. She was introduced to her precious husband by his cousin Bobbie Carroll (Robinson), who has been her best friend for life. Beverly and Rudy were married at South Ave Baptist church on September 3, 1955, where she remained a faithful member. Beverly taught Kindergarten/4 year-old Sunday school for 54 years. Hundreds of children heard Bible stories, and about the love of Jesus in that class. Her ability to provide an encouraging environment where her kids could engage in a nature center, home living center, block area, art, etc. helped them learn hands on about God’s world, helping in the home and sharing.

She sang in the choir for decades and served as a member of several committees at South Ave., the benevolence committee being the one in which she could directly serve others and bring comfort. She had a “brownie” ministry. Anything you do for others in love is a ministry, and her brownies were her trademark care package.

Spending time with family was very important to her, and we all benefited from this. She was a wonderful cook and for decades every Sunday she would get up at 5:30 and prepare her legendary roast, consume rice, and green beans, all washed down with sweet tea. This would also be followed with a dessert of the day… peach or blackberry cobbler, chocolate cream pie, “Derek’s” Chocolate pie, lemon meringue pie, Toll House Marble Squares, or her chocolate cake. As the years went by Sunday lunch grew from our immediate family of 6 to adding spouses then grandchildren, which required cooking two roasts instead of one. In the Autumn she would make apple dumplings that were too big for a single serving. Her desserts are so well known in our family that Jimmy has taken on the mantle of making apple dumplings, and Cliff has even more perfected her Toll House Marble Square “brownie” recipe.

Beverly was ever in tune with nature and she along with Dad had a large garden in the back yard. She was an avid organic gardener, composting and ordering preying mantis and lady bugs thru the mail. We all know what having fresh vegetables bring to the table. Beverly was an artist, a trait passed down from her sweet Momma. She didn’t just paint, she was serious about it. She took art classes at San Jacinto Jr. College to learn the basics of art techniques and colors and shading. Her artwork are treasures.

Beverly and Rudy bought a plot of land with an old house outside of Chireno, Texas in 1965. Here is where we spent every summer vacation and holidays. There was a huge fig tree behind the house. In the summers Beverly would put up jars and jars of strawberry fig preserves using a coleman stove, in what she would call her “What Was I Thinking” period! During one summer she put up 65 pints of preserves. They loved this land and eventually tore down the old house and built a two-bedroom cabin. They worked on it together along with family and friends who had the skills to come together and make this not just a cabin but a home away from home, built with love. We call it “The Farm” and several family reunions were held here. She and Rudy were always about bringing family together, whether our immediate family as we grew and moved out or family reunions for she and his families.

All who knew Beverly have their own stories about her and special memories…too many to write down.

She was a teacher to us all… of how to love family, love friends, love each other, to be kind. She would fight for her family, for each of us from her children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews thru many generations. She was a prayer warrior, and we’ll never know the protection we received from her “fighting on her knees”!

Thank you Momma for your example of love and generosity, for showing us that we are all dearly loved. Your legacy is now in our hands to pass on to future generations. We Love You!