Jimmie Anne “Annie” Robles

September 30, 1955 – October 6, 2026

Jimmie Anne “Annie” Robles, a beloved mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister, aunt, best friend, and longtime member of the Blythe community, passed away on October 6, 2026, in Blythe, California. She was born on September 30, 1955, in Lapeer, Michigan.

To try to describe Annie in just a few paragraphs is nearly impossible. She lived a full life, and she lived it her way—with a strong personality, a big heart, a good sense of humor, a love for family, and never being afraid of hard work.

Annie started working as a waitress when she was only 15 years old. She later worked for a couple of years in her father's law office before finding her way into the restaurant business, where she would spend so much of her life.

In 1991, Loretta and Stew Miller opened a restaurant that began at the golf course and eventually found its home at 933 Hopsonway. Loretta and Stew offered Annie and her family a percentage to come help build the business.

And they built something special.

What started as a restaurant became a place filled with family, friendship, laughter, hard work, and countless memories. Even Chris came and helped for quite a while.

Annie did it all at the restaurant. She was the manager, bartender, waitress, cook, dishwasher, handled orders and paperwork, and pretty much did whatever needed to be done to keep Fairways going.

She wasn't afraid of work.

She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

And she certainly wasn't afraid to tell you what she thought.

Annie also worked at the Bum Steer in Tyler, Texas, where she made memories of her own, including spending time around the chicken-fighting crowd. She had a way of finding interesting people and interesting places wherever she went.

But work was only one part of Annie's life.

She loved hosting parties, and if Annie was having a party, you could be pretty sure it wasn't going to be boring. She loved going to the casino, gambling, decorating for the holidays, spending time with family, and simply enjoying life.

She especially loved spending time in Humboldt with her late husband, William “Bill” Robles.

Annie was preceded in death by her husband, William “Bill” Robles, as well as Joe Toon, her parents, and several members of her family who she loved dearly.

Annie was the daughter of Earl Grover Johnson. Her grandparents on her father's side were Grover Johnson and Winnie Bell, and on her mother's side were Frank and Thelma Wadley.

Family was always at the center of Annie's life.

She was especially close to her Aunt Mary Lynn Johnson/Forest/Snider, who affectionately called Annie and the other girls “her girls.” Their relationship was one filled with love, laughter, and memories.

And, according to Annie, she was Aunt Mary's favorite.

At least that's the story she told.

And we're not here to argue with her now.

Annie was one of the legendary “Johnson Girls.”

They weren't actually famous...

Well, maybe almost famous.

They certainly thought they were.

And anyone who knew the Johnson Girls knew that getting them together meant laughter, stories, teasing, and probably a few things that were better left unmentioned.

Annie is survived by her children, Terri Jo Toon, Tracie Joanne Cosse, and Joseph Earl Toon, as well as Joseph Robles whom she raised and loved as her own son.

She is survived by her grandchildren Andrew, Shelby, Alexander, Angelina, Aden, Joseph, Kassi, Gabrielle, and Tori, Justin ,Cody, Kayleen ,Kassandra ,Travis , Kellie, and Jason along with many great-grandchildren.

Among those great-grandchildren was her very special Nevaya Nicole Comeaux Robles, who held a particularly precious place in Annie's heart. Raising and spending time with Nevaya was one of the many things that brought Annie great joy.

She is also survived by her siblings, Christine Michaels, Kathy White, Earlene Kanavel, Barbara Goodnow, Kimberly “Kim” Johnson, and Earl Grover Johnson Jr., along with numerous cousins, nieces, nephews, extended family members, and lifelong friends.

In Annie's final years, Nicole Callaghan became much more than a caretaker. She became Annie's best friend.

Nicole spent hours with Annie every day, sharing conversation, laughter, companionship, and simply being there. Their friendship became a special part of Annie's life, and the love and care Nicole gave her will never be forgotten.

The family would also like to extend their deepest gratitude to the Blythe Nursing Care Center and its staff for the kindness, compassion, and love they showed Annie during her final days.

Annie had many sides to her.

She was a hard worker.

A waitress.

A manager.

A bartender.

A cook.

A party host.

A gambler.

A holiday decorator.

A mother.

A grandmother.

A great-grandmother.

A sister.

A friend.

And, in her younger days, she was quite the knockout.

Of course, if you ask the Johnson Girls, they all were.

Annie loved her family, and she loved being surrounded by them. She made memories wherever she went, and those memories are what her family will hold onto now.

There will be birthdays without her.

Holidays without her.

Family gatherings where her chair will be empty.

Parties where someone will wish she was there.

Casino trips where someone will think about Annie.

There will be moments when someone reaches for the phone to call her, only to remember that she isn't going to answer.

Those moments will hurt.

Because losing someone we love doesn't just mean losing the person.

It means losing all the little things that came with them.

Their voice.

Their laugh.

Their stories.

Their attitude.

Their advice.

Their arguments.

Their hugs.

Their presence.

But Annie left something behind that death cannot take away.

She left memories.

And those memories will live on.

They will live in her children.

They will live in her grandchildren.

They will live in Nevaya and her other great-grandchildren.

They will live in her sisters and brother.

They will live in the Johnson Girls.

They will live in the people who worked beside her.

They will live in the people who sat across a table from her.

They will live in everyone who ever laughed with her, argued with her, partied with her, worked with her, or simply loved her.

And someday, when the tears aren't quite as fresh, someone will tell an Annie story.

Someone will laugh.

Someone will say, “Yep. That sounds just like Annie.”

And for a moment, she'll be right there with us again.

That's how we keep her here.

We tell her stories.

We remember the good times.

We laugh at the crazy times.

We hold onto the people she loved.

And we never let the world forget who she was.

Annie lived 71 years.

She worked hard.

She loved hard.

She laughed.

She raised her family.

She made friends.

She threw parties.

She gambled.

She decorated for the holidays.

She made memories.

She lived.

And now, after a lifetime of taking care of so many other people, it's time for Annie to rest.

So this isn't goodbye forever.

It's goodbye for now.

Go rest, Annie.

Go find Aunt Mary.

Go find the family who went before you.

And when the Johnson Girls get together again, we're pretty sure you'll have a lot to talk about.

Just remember...

You were always Aunt Mary's favorite.

And yes, Annie...

we'll let you keep believing that.

You were loved.

You are missed.

And you will never be forgotten.

Rest peacefully, Jimmie Anne “Annie” Robles.

Until we meet again.

❤️

Celebration of Life

A celebration of Annie's life will be held at a later date. Family and friends will be notified when arrangements have been finalized.