Jo Wray

Velma Josephine "Jo" Wray, née Hart

Tell us a Jo story.

Teacher, quilter, bargain hunter, grandmother, and owner of a very cheeky giggle. Her family is gathering memories of her — from her students, her church friends, her neighbors, and anyone she ever teased. We'd love yours.

Jo in a red embroidered top, laughing beside her son Rob and her husband Richard in his full Santa beard and suit, at a restaurant table
Jo, her son Rob, and Santa. You could call him Santa. You could not call her Mrs. Claus.
Christmas, Baltimore Harbor 2014

Three ways to share. Pick the easiest one.

A voice memo counts. A photo from a shoebox counts. Three sentences count. Jo kept every drawing a student ever gave her, so nothing is too small.

Jo's story

Jo grew up in a family of teachers and church people. Her father Ivan was an Army chaplain, pastor, and special education teacher; her mother Velma taught elementary school and ran a preschool. Jo earned the Girls in Action Queen Regent award, crown, scepter, and cape included, and loved being a queen. When she was very little she tried, and failed, to baptize the family cat.

Jo majored in early childhood education at Towson University, where a professor and friend, Barbara Pour, set her up on a blind date with a tall guy named Richard Wray. Jo and her sister peeked through the curtains to check him out. They were married on Christmas Eve in 1971, after her first semester of teaching.

With Richard's support, Jo kept teaching and earned her master's degree. During her career as a lower elementary school teacher, Jo loved nourishing and educating children. Some of her students reached out decades later to let her family know how much she meant to them. Being a grandmother to Ava revived Jo's love of stories, games, crafts, and of course, many stuffed animals.

Jo loved sewing, quilting, and even better, hunting a good bargain on craft supplies. If a craft involved a heart, Jo loved it even more because of her maiden name, Hart.

Jo loved Christmas and supported Richard's retirement job as a mall Santa. But you'd better not call her Mrs. Claus unless you wanted to get put on the naughty list. Jo Wray stuck to her own name and her own story.

Read Jo's full obituary

A note from Rob

Why I built this

Many of you know that Jo's father, Ivan, was a Baptist minister and a chaplain in the Army. When he retired from the clergy, he never really stopped being a minister. It wasn't clear to me how much he was loved until his funeral, when we had a line out the door of people wanting to share how Ivan had changed their lives. We had a military funeral, and if memory serves, at least 20 people weren't able to share a story they had about Ivan.

So I built this website for Mom, to make sure we capture her stories: to help cheer up Dad, to tell Ava who Grandma was when she is older, and, hopefully, to help all of us heal as we share with one another the love Mom brought us all.

Rob Wray, Jo's son