Nicholas Campanelli

Nicholas Campanelli

April 28, 1921 - May 25, 2013

Nicholas Campanelli, 92, of Brockton passed away Saturday, May 25, 2013 at the Good Samaritan Medical Center in Brockton following a period of failing health. He was the husband of Doris (Delucchi) Campanelli of Brockton.

Born April 28, 1921in Brockton, MA he was the son of the late Francesco and Lisa (Colondua) Campanelli.

He co-founded the Campanelli Companies over sixty years ago as commercial and residential developers.
They were pioneers of affordable single family homes, as well as enclosed mall shopping centers.

Mr. Campanelli proudly served his country during WWII in the Navy from which he was honorably discharged.

Nick was a shy honest gentleman who cherished being with his family. Family and horses were his passion. He also enjoyed summering in Osterville on Cape Cod, golfing, reading, especially mystery novels and driving sports cars. In the later part of his life, he relished spending the winters in his Carmel Valley, CA home where he was an active member of the quail lodge golf club and travelling in Europe.

In addition to his wife he is survived by a daughter, Nicole Campanelli and a son, Jon Campanelli both of Boston. He is also survived by several nieces and nephews and was predeceased by his brothers; Michael, Joseph, Alfred Campanelli and a sister; Ann (Campanelli) DeMarco.

Funeral Information

Funeral from the Russell & Pica Funeral Home, 165 Belmont St., (Rt.123) Brockton on Thursday, May 30, at 9:30AM thence to Our Lady of Lourdes Church, 439 West St., Brockton where a funeral Mass will be celebrated for the repose of his soul at 10:30AM. Interment will follow in Blue Hill Cemetery, Braintree. Calling hours in the Funeral Home Wednesday 4:00-7:00PM.

Donations Information

Donations may be made to the: Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation, 383 Main Ave., 5th Floor, Norwalk, CT 06851.

B A Rose

Beatrice, my grandmother

Happy Birthday Gram
May 24, 1914 - June 14,1985

I think of her almost every day. She had the best laugh! When I got to sleep over her house, she would give me a Toni perm that stunk up the whole house and my grandfather would get so mad about the smell when he came home from work! She was the one who started my fascination with old things. We would drive around for hours and then all of a sudden she would pull over and we would get out and start walking into the woods. I don't know where she got her information from, but we would walk to a certain distance then she would stop and we would start digging. She would say this is an old dump and we are going to find some nice old bottles here! And we usually always did.


We would also do crafts. One in particular I remember was cooking old records in the oven until the edges curled up. Then we would spray paint them gold and glue macaroni, acorns and other things on them for decorations. Another smelly thing my grandfather didn't approve of! Oh well, she didn't care! She did what she wanted to do.

She wore very fancy sparkley clothes and wore a big beehive hair do. She loved wearing hats too!

She loved to dance and ride horses.

She was my inspiration! And I was 8-1/2 months pregnant with my 4th child when she died. She suffered so long and awful with the dreaded bully, cancer that it just didn't seem fair. She didn't deserve to suffer like that. The day of her funeral, I cried the loudest and hardest I think I have ever cried so far.
I had my son July 7, 1985 and as a reminder of my grandmother, I named my son Jeffrey B. Michael. The B. of course stands for Beatrice. And I'm proud to say that my son and his girlfriend gave birth to a gorgeous little baby boy January 4th of this year (2013) and he also carries on the B. as a Jr. To his dad!

 Gram, Beatrice, Mother, Honey and all the other names I'm sure you had, I love you, I miss you and I will never forget you or the love you showed me.
XOXO

Nora T. (Finnerty) Webber

Nora T. (Finnerty) Webber
May 20, 2013

Deep the joy of being together in one heart
and for me that’s just where it is.

Chorus:

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

As we make our way through all the joys and pain,
can we sense our younger, truer selves?

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Someone will be calling you to be there for a while.
Can you hear the cry from deep within?

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Laughter, joy and presence: the only gifts you are.
Have you time? I’d like to be with you.

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.

Persons come into the fiber of our lives,
and then their shadow fades and disappears.

All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
All I ask of you is forever to remember me as loving you.
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Nora T, (Finnerty) Webber, 89, of East Bridgewater, formerly of Avon and South Boston, passed away on May 20th at the Southwood at Norwell Nursing Center. She was the wife of the late Theodore F. Webber.
Nora was born and brought up in South Boston, daughter of the late Thomas and Nora (Connolly) Finnerty. She was a graduate of South Boston High and the Boston Clerical School.
She lived in Avon for over 30 years before moving to East Bridgewater in 1995.Nora was an active parishioner of St, Michael’s Church in Avon and a communicate of the St, John’s Church in East Bridgewater.
Nora worked in the Avon Public Library for several years while she was a resident of Avon and she loved to read and enjoyed listening to her many albums and CD’s.
She is survived by her children, Theodore P. Webber of West Roxbury, Christa J. Webber of New Jersey and Mary Ann Fruzzetti of East Bridgewater, her brother Joseph Finnerty of West Roxbury; also six grandchildren and several nieces and nephews. She was also the mother of the late Noreen T. Webber.
Her funeral service will be held on Friday May 24th at 9:00AM from the Blanchard Funeral Chapel, Plymouth St. ( Rte 58 at the Rotary Circle) Whitman, followed by at funeral mass in the St. John’s Church, 210 Central St., East Bridgewater. Burial will be in the St. Michael’s Cemetery, Avon. Visitation omitted by request.Donations may be made to the American Cancer Society, 5 Manley St., West Bridgewater, MA 02379.
B A Rose

Two Mothers remembered

I had two mothers, two mothers I claim, two different people, yet with the same name
Two separate women, diverse by design, but I loved them both, because they were both mine.
The first was my mother, who carried me here, gave birth and nurtured, and launched my career
She was the one, whose features I bear, complete with the facial, expression I bear
She gave me music, which follows me yet, along with the examples, in life that she set
Then as I got older, she some younger grew, and we'd laugh as just, mothers and daughters can do
But then came the year, that her mind clouded so, and I sensed that the mother, I'd known soon would go
So quickly she changed, and turned into the other, a stranger who dressed, in the clothes of my mother
Oh she looked the same, at least at arm's length, but she was the child now, and I was her strength
We'd come full circle, we women three, my mother, the first, the second and me
And if my own children, should come to a day, when a new mother comes, and the old goes away
I'd ask of them nothing, that I didn't do, love both of your mother's, as both have loved you

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