Date Of Death: February 28, 2009
Annie Mueller, 54, of Fishers, passed away February 28th, 2009 peacefully at her home. Annie was born in Bloomington on February 1955, to James Guy and Ann Houston. She was a fine artist, with an emphasis in ceramics, textile weaving, and graphic arts. Annie was also a baker for Fishers area restauraunts. She is survived by her son Chris and daughter Hannah, sister Julie Houston, brother Scott Houston, and her parents. Instead of a formal funeral service, please come to remember Annie during an casual time together as family and friends. A memorial visitation will be held on Sunday, March 8th from 10:30am to 12:30pm at Harry W. Moore Funeral Care.
Jessica Howe says
Annie, I know you are in a better place now… My prayers and thoughts are with you and your family. I’m taking the best care of Chris as I can, so you don’t have to worry about him… I’ll miss you
Andy Boggs says
Thinking of you . . . remembering past times.
Judi D Schocke ThomasSheerer says
I am so sorry Annie, I only learned recently from Martin about your death. We reminisced for hours about our times with you in the old barn behind your parents house and all our times and adventures with the ’Family’. You contributed greatly to our lives and I am sure to the lives of others. You are appreciated and you will be missed. You were a beautiful, talented woman with a lovely soul.
Martin Townsend says
Annie, you probably never knew it completely, but when I was a teenager you brought love and grace into my life in a way that changed me and others forever. As one of our old friends has written to me recently, you seem to have had a difficult path since then in many ways, despite bringing up two wonderful children. I’ll always remember you singing “Since You’ve Asked” in our junior high school auditorium, in a hippie peasant dress, probably barefoot and with one of those little flowers on your cheek that you liked to paint there. I’ll also always remember your wonderful laugh and hope it means that there was joy in your life right up to the end. In a hundred ways, I know I’ll carry you with me the rest of my life. Thanks so much for this blessing.
Guy F Davis says
Remember the day we met? Carla Trump brought me over to meet you. It was early summer and we were at the Seashore Pool. You were sitting on a bench amongst your school friends taking in the sunshine. I remember your beautiful brown eyes and big smile. As I walked up I felt so intimidated. I stood there and could not think of a thing to say. You were sweet and so conversational to me. I soon discovered that compared to the rest of my school friends you were quite unique and to be sure, a little strange. Your sarcasm was far beyond your years. We became great friends from that moment on. I took your picture that day. Later, you invited me over to your house to hear you play your harp. I admit I was more interested in swimming in that amazing pool than your recital, until I heard you play. When you moved away to Madison we drifted apart yet I am truly grateful to have known you. You own a piece of my heart.
Sherry Noffke says
Annie,
It feels strange to call you that. I always knew you as Debbie, but I respect your desire to change. I wish it could have changed the things in your life that didn’t work. In high school I was always intimidated by your talent and your beauty. I hope these qualities brought you some joy. And I hope you are at peace.