JoAnne grew up on a dairy farm with two brothers and one sister, often walking into town to sell milk with her family. When she was 12, JoAnne lost her father and elder brother in a train accident. During her youth she was a skilled seamstress and saved for her education. After moving to California, JoAnne wed Donald Garrett in 1946 and graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles with a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature in 1950. JoAnne gave birth to 4 children, son Mark, in 1946, daughters Diane in 1949 and Carolyn in 1952 and David in 1964.
JoAnne lived in Claremont, California for many years, where she and her husband operated a chemical company, Garrett Research and Development and she headed the Planned Parenthood office.
JoAnne moved to Baker, Nevada in 1972 and married Jo Griggs. They designed and built their exquisite house with materials from the land in the shadow of Mt Wheeler. Friends and guests knew her as a delightful hostess making elegant meals, and her house served as a gathering place for all rural/urban resistance to whatever foolishness faraway authorities had proposed.
In the last decade, as SNWA pursued its goal to acquire water to pipe to Las Vegas, JoAnne was a founding member of the Board of the Great Basin Water Network and spoke on countless occasions about the devastating effects that would follow if the project went forward.
JoAnne is predeceased by her sons; Mark Garrett and David Garrett.
She is survived by her sister, Bobbi Sissons of Yucaipa, California; brother, Donny Brown of Houston, Texas; daughters, Carolyn Garrett and Dianne Martin of White Pine County, Nevada; and grandchildren; Catherine Garrison, Garrett Bullock, Bodhi Garrett, Jason Garrett, and Travis Garrett and great-grandchildren; Kaleka Garrison, Alana Garrison, Tristan Garrison, Larissa Bullock, Beau Bullock and Vajra Garrett.
JoAnne steadfastly appreciated the inner beauty of her friends and the rugged beauty of her environment. Over the years she became a beloved fixture of the community and an extension of the landscape she inhabited. Losing JoAnne is like the fall of a Bristlecone.