Sunflowers, Butterflies, and Honey Bees: Descendants of Almoree Garrett Celebrate the Almoree Jamboree, August 15–17, 2025 | Fort Worth, Texas

Sunflowers, Butterflies, and Honey Bees: Descendants of Almoree Garrett Celebrate the Almoree Jamboree, August 15–17, 2025 | Fort Worth, Texas. 

Every now and then, God plants someone so radiant, so unforgettable, that their legacy doesn’t just live on—it dances, it blooms, it buzzes through generations. For the proud and joyful descendants of Almoree Garrett, that legacy lives in sunflowers, butterflies, and honey bees—a vibrant trinity that captures the spirit of the woman who started it all.

Almoree wasn’t just the root of the family tree. She was the soil, the sun, and sometimes the thunder, too.

To know her was to witness the power of a sunflower—unapologetically bold, golden with grace, and always turning toward the light. Even when life got cloudy, she refused to wilt. She stood tall, chin up, hands on hips if necessary, and reminded everyone around her that storms were just passing through. She didn’t just survive—she shined. Her strength wasn’t loud—it was luminous. Like a sunflower in a field of doubt, she held her head high and taught her family to do the same.

Now don’t get it twisted—Almoree may have been small in stature, but baby, she was tall in temperament. A perfect blend of a little spice and a little nice, she could lace her words with love and lay down the law—all in one sentence. You always knew where she stood. And if you didn’t? Well… you were about to find out. Her voice could cut through a room, and so could her laugh. She was equal parts “come here, baby” and “you better fix your face.” And somehow, we loved her all the more for it.

She was a true social butterfly—dripping in charm, dipped in glamour, and dipped again in just the right amount of down-home mischief. She floated from conversation to conversation, always with a wink, a wave, or a one-liner that kept you smiling long after she’d fluttered on. And when music came on? Watch out. Almoree loved to dance. Whether it was a backyard two-step, a church aisle sway, or a living room groove in her house shoes, she moved like joy had a soundtrack—and she was the lead act.

And oh, the honey bees. No, Almoree didn’t cook—but don’t let that fool you. Everybody ate. Whether she bought it, borrowed it, or blessed it into existence, you had a plate in your hand and love in your belly. She was the queen bee of her buzzing hive, making sure her family stayed connected, fed, supported, and slightly entertained at all times. She had a way of keeping folks together—through weddings, funerals, graduations, and “just because” Sunday visits. Her sweetness wasn’t syrupy—it was sacred.

Men admired her jazzy style, her sass, her sparkle. She had presence. She didn’t walk into a room—she arrived. Her lipstick matched her mood, and her mood usually said, “Yes, I’m fabulous. What else you got?” She was rough around the edges in the best kind of way—the kind of woman who didn’t need to be polished to shine.

And so, this August, we come together not just to remember Almoree Garrett, but to rejoice in her legacy. To laugh like she laughed. To dance like she danced. To love the way she loved—out loud, out front, and out of this world.

The Almoree Jamboree is more than a reunion. It’s a revival of spirit, a gathering of roots, wings, and honey. A celebration of a woman whose life continues to teach us:

—To stand tall like a sunflower, no matter the weather.

—To fly free like a butterfly, bold in transformation.

—To build like the bees, working together, sweetening every generation.

We are the garden she planted.

We are the hive she nurtured.

We are the wings of her wild, wonderful legacy.

So come ready. Ready to laugh. Ready to cry. Ready to dance in her memory and walk in her legacy. Almoree may have been five feet of fire and faith—but the life she lived? Ten feet tall and eternal.

Sunflowers. Butterflies. Honey Bees. Almoree.

Let the Jamboree begin!

For more information about the Almoree Jamboree, please contact:

Tonya Tatum at 817-313-8215 or sistertonyatatum@gmail.com