IN LOVING MEMORY of
Rose M. (English) Lovetere
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Friday, June 9, 2017
Rose M. (English) Lovetere
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Frederic FitzSimmons
IN LOVING MEMORY OF
Frederic FitzSimmons
September 6, 1927 - May 2, 2016
FRANKLIN - Frederic J FitzSimmons of Franklin, Vermont passed away peacefully on
May 2, 2016 with his family at his side.
He was born in Dorchester, MA on September 6, 1927. He was the son of Julia Coveney FitzSimmons and Edward Joseph FitzSimmons. He is predeceased by his sisters Marie McFadden, and Joan Stinson, his brothers Richard Seton FitzSimmons, Paul FitzSimmons, and
his granddaughter Julia Eldora FitzSimmons.
He is survived by his loving wife, Audrey Vivian FitzSimmons of Franklin VT, his sister Celestine Gookin of Norton, Massachusetts and his nine children. Susan and Dan Burns of Enosburg, VT Carol and Richard Fontina of Mars Hill, Maine, Michael and Jane FitzSimmons of Brockton, MA, Ann and William Tucker of Middleboro, MA, James FitzSimmons and his partner Lisa Wong of West Bridgewater, MA, Joseph and Jennifer FitzSimmons of Swanton, VT, Julia FitzSimmons Chartier of Northampton, MA, Janet and Paul Wells of Enosburg, VT, and Mary FitzSimmons and her friend Rick Bence of Swansea, MA. He was also was the proud Grandpa of 37 grandchildren and 32 great grandchildren as well as many nieces, nephews and cousins that he has faithfully kept in touch with.
He entered the Marines at the age of 16 and served his country in World War Two in the occupation of Japan in Chi Chi Jima. He was in the 1st Battalion, 3rd Regiment of the USMC. He was honorably discharged on August 21, 1946.
Daddy married Audrey Baker on July 7, 1950 and they have enjoyed 65 years together. They spent their early years raising their family in Brockton, MA and retired to Franklin, VT in 1990.
He was a member of Local #276 Plumbers and Pipe Fitters of Brockton, MA where he was a Steamfitter for his working years. He was also a member of Local #51 of Providence RI.
Daddy’s character can only be described as strong, brutally honest, lover of family and his country, polite at all times but, at the same time able to be forthright and stand up for any injustice.
He loved his country and proudly flew the US flag outside his home on the flag pole he
made himself out of polished steel.
Family always came first to Daddy. He and Mama hosted Sunday dinner for anyone who could come, through all the years of their married life. That’s a lot of roast beef dinners! It was always the safest and happiest gathering place for all of us.
Daddy was an avid reader, lover of the Boston Herald newspaper, politics, the New England Patriots and FOX news. He enjoyed gardening, and planting trees. The trees surrounding his Franklin home were planted as saplings in the early 1990’s and he had the privilege of seeing them mature to lofty heights. He was a staunch Republican and a member of the NRA and the Heritage Foundation.
He and his wife enjoyed many trips with his fellow war Veterans travelling to Gettysburg, PA., and Washington DC, spending time together and honoring their fallen comrades.
This was very important to him.
For the last weeks of his life as he adjusted to the reality of his diagnosis and the time he had left, he demonstrated tremendous humility, strength and grace. Letting his nine children and extended family care for him. He was never without a smile for each of us.
He continued to be his witty and playful self, surprising us with his keen sense of all that was going on.
So much so that we were able to laugh and cry with him.
We even enjoyed writing down all the funny things he said which we will fondly refer to as “Fredisms!”
Most importantly, we would like to share that after Daddy received a visit from a priest at UVM Medical Center, he was able to say that he was in a “state of grace with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and that it felt like Christmas”. He was at peace with God, his face visibly displaying serenity and happiness.
Funeral Services will be held Saturday, May 7, 2016 at 11:00 AM the East Franklin Union Church, 4610 Lake Road/Vermont Route 120, East Franklin with Rev. Jason McConnell officiating. Interment with Military Honors will follow in the East Franklin Cemetery.
Visiting hours will be held Friday from 5-8 PM at the Spears Funeral Home, 96 Dickinson Ave., Enosburg Falls.
For those who wish, contributions in Fred’s memory may be made to the Franklin County Home Health Agency – Hospice Program, 3 Home Health Circle, St. Albans, VT 05478.
May 2, 2016 with his family at his side.
He was born in Dorchester, MA on September 6, 1927. He was the son of Julia Coveney FitzSimmons and Edward Joseph FitzSimmons. He is predeceased by his sisters Marie McFadden, and Joan Stinson, his brothers Richard Seton FitzSimmons, Paul FitzSimmons, and
his granddaughter Julia Eldora FitzSimmons.
He is survived by his loving wife, Audrey Vivian FitzSimmons of Franklin VT, his sister Celestine Gookin of Norton, Massachusetts and his nine children. Susan and Dan Burns of Enosburg, VT Carol and Richard Fontina of Mars Hill, Maine, Michael and Jane FitzSimmons of Brockton, MA, Ann and William Tucker of Middleboro, MA, James FitzSimmons and his partner Lisa Wong of West Bridgewater, MA, Joseph and Jennifer FitzSimmons of Swanton, VT, Julia FitzSimmons Chartier of Northampton, MA, Janet and Paul Wells of Enosburg, VT, and Mary FitzSimmons and her friend Rick Bence of Swansea, MA. He was also was the proud Grandpa of 37 grandchildren and 32 great grandchildren as well as many nieces, nephews and cousins that he has faithfully kept in touch with.
He entered the Marines at the age of 16 and served his country in World War Two in the occupation of Japan in Chi Chi Jima. He was in the 1st Battalion, 3rd Regiment of the USMC. He was honorably discharged on August 21, 1946.
Daddy married Audrey Baker on July 7, 1950 and they have enjoyed 65 years together. They spent their early years raising their family in Brockton, MA and retired to Franklin, VT in 1990.
He was a member of Local #276 Plumbers and Pipe Fitters of Brockton, MA where he was a Steamfitter for his working years. He was also a member of Local #51 of Providence RI.
Daddy’s character can only be described as strong, brutally honest, lover of family and his country, polite at all times but, at the same time able to be forthright and stand up for any injustice.
He loved his country and proudly flew the US flag outside his home on the flag pole he
made himself out of polished steel.
Family always came first to Daddy. He and Mama hosted Sunday dinner for anyone who could come, through all the years of their married life. That’s a lot of roast beef dinners! It was always the safest and happiest gathering place for all of us.
Daddy was an avid reader, lover of the Boston Herald newspaper, politics, the New England Patriots and FOX news. He enjoyed gardening, and planting trees. The trees surrounding his Franklin home were planted as saplings in the early 1990’s and he had the privilege of seeing them mature to lofty heights. He was a staunch Republican and a member of the NRA and the Heritage Foundation.
He and his wife enjoyed many trips with his fellow war Veterans travelling to Gettysburg, PA., and Washington DC, spending time together and honoring their fallen comrades.
This was very important to him.
For the last weeks of his life as he adjusted to the reality of his diagnosis and the time he had left, he demonstrated tremendous humility, strength and grace. Letting his nine children and extended family care for him. He was never without a smile for each of us.
He continued to be his witty and playful self, surprising us with his keen sense of all that was going on.
So much so that we were able to laugh and cry with him.
We even enjoyed writing down all the funny things he said which we will fondly refer to as “Fredisms!”
Most importantly, we would like to share that after Daddy received a visit from a priest at UVM Medical Center, he was able to say that he was in a “state of grace with his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and that it felt like Christmas”. He was at peace with God, his face visibly displaying serenity and happiness.
Funeral Services will be held Saturday, May 7, 2016 at 11:00 AM the East Franklin Union Church, 4610 Lake Road/Vermont Route 120, East Franklin with Rev. Jason McConnell officiating. Interment with Military Honors will follow in the East Franklin Cemetery.
Visiting hours will be held Friday from 5-8 PM at the Spears Funeral Home, 96 Dickinson Ave., Enosburg Falls.
For those who wish, contributions in Fred’s memory may be made to the Franklin County Home Health Agency – Hospice Program, 3 Home Health Circle, St. Albans, VT 05478.
God's Garden
God looked around his garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone…
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone…
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Mark J. Chassey "Ben"
In Loving Memory of
Mark J. Chassey
"Ben"
August 15, 1960 - October 22, 2015
Mark John Chassey, "Ben",of Brockton,
passed suddenly on Thursday,
October 22, 2015 at the age of 55. Mark was a lifelong resident of
Brockton. He was a retired truck driver for F. W. Webb, Brockton.
His passions included fishing and automotive repair. He is
survived by his wife, Jennifer Crosby of Brockton; mother Joan
Foster Chassey; father Phillip Chassey II and wife Paulette of
Taunton, and three brothers: Phillip Chassey III and wife Debra of
East Bridgewater, Craig Chassey and wife Mary of Brockton, and
Christopher Chassey and wife Julianne, and a niece Kathlyn
of San Antonio, Texas.
-At the request of the Chassey family, the wake and funeral will be private -
GUEST BOOK
October 28, 2015
Jennifer and Chassey Family, So Sorry for your Loss. Noreen O'Driscoll (Julieann's Sister)
October 28, 2015
We are so very sorry to hear about Mark's passing. You will be in our thoughts
October 26, 2015
You will be greatly missed my friend . R.I.P. Ben
October 26, 2015
Rest in Peace my friend, Rest in Peace, Kenny Belcher
October 25, 2015
Uncle Ben u was the only father figure I had as a kid . We had so much great memories together.
U had a great impact in my life. You showed me how to do the right thing how to be a man.
My heart is crushed losing you. I will never forget our memories together all the great times we had.
U will never be forgotten. I love you with all my heart Uncle Ben Your nephew Alan
U had a great impact in my life. You showed me how to do the right thing how to be a man.
My heart is crushed losing you. I will never forget our memories together all the great times we had.
U will never be forgotten. I love you with all my heart Uncle Ben Your nephew Alan
October 25, 2015
For my Uncle Mark
Sadly missed along life's way,
quietly remembered every day...
No longer in our life to share,
but in our hearts, you're always there.
I love and will miss you Uncle Mark.
For my Uncle Mark
Sadly missed along life's way,
quietly remembered every day...
No longer in our life to share,
but in our hearts, you're always there.
I love and will miss you Uncle Mark.
October 25, 2015
YOU WERE MIGHTLY LOVED BY YOUR FAMILY AND WILL REMAIN IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER.
Aunt Janet
Aunt Janet
October 25, 2015
They say it takes a minute to find something special in a person,
an hour to appreciate them, and a day to love them,
but it takes an entire lifetime to forget them.
You will be missed just be sure to have the Nova ready and we shall ride together again. Love always
an hour to appreciate them, and a day to love them,
but it takes an entire lifetime to forget them.
You will be missed just be sure to have the Nova ready and we shall ride together again. Love always
October 25, 2015
TO MY FAMILY
MY HEART GOES OUT TO HIS DAD,JENNIFER,HIS 3 BROTHERS,PAULETTE &
AUNTS,UNCLES & COUSINS!
WE LOVE YOU MARK & WILL MISS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SMILE!!
REST IN PEACE BEN!!
MY HEART GOES OUT TO HIS DAD,JENNIFER,HIS 3 BROTHERS,PAULETTE &
AUNTS,UNCLES & COUSINS!
WE LOVE YOU MARK & WILL MISS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SMILE!!
REST IN PEACE BEN!!
October 25, 2015
You are in my heart forever .
Footprints
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along
the beach with Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand,
One belonged to him and the other to the Lord.
He dreamed he was walking along
the beach with Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand,
One belonged to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
He looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life,
there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed
that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
He looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life,
there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed
that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him, and he questioned the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
You’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome
times of my life, there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why, when I needed
You most, You would leave me.”
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
You’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome
times of my life, there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why, when I needed
You most, You would leave me.”
The LORD replied, “My precious, precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
When you see only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
When you see only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
PAUL A. "BUZZY" ANNESE
IN LOVING MEMORY OF
Paul A. Annese
1952 - September 14th, 2015
Annese, Paul, A. "Buzzy" 63, of Bridgewater, formerly of
Brockton and East Boston, passed away peacefully
on September 14th following a lengthy illness.
Brockton and East Boston, passed away peacefully
on September 14th following a lengthy illness.
Husband of Cheryl (Parziale) Annese.
Proud father of Dr. Anthony Annese and his wife
Ingelcia of Minnesota;
Ricky Annese and his wife Michelle of Brockton; and
Kristen Annese of Bridgewater.
Adoring grandfather of Anna, Gavin, Isabella and
Gabriella Annese.
Loving son of the late Anthony S. Annese and
late Anna (Arsenian) Annese.
Devoted brother of Lucille Zeph and her
husband Charles of Maine;
Lorraine Baritz and her husband Robert of Canton.
He is also survived by many loving aunts, uncles, nieces,
nephews, cousins and dear friends.
Paul lived in East Boston until the age of 10 when his
family moved to Brockton.
He attended Brockton public schools, where he was an
accomplished athlete and made many life-long friends.
At the age of 18, he joined the U.S. Army and served in the
infantry in Vietnam; during his service, he received two bronze stars
for meritorious service in a combat zone.
Paul's thirty-year career was in construction and real estate:
he was the co-founder of Searles and Annese Builders in
Brockton and co-founder of Copperwood Real Estate in Brockton.
He will be missed by his family and his many friends.
A private internment was held at the
Massachusetts National Cemetery at
Bourne on September 16th, 2015.
Proud father of Dr. Anthony Annese and his wife
Ingelcia of Minnesota;
Ricky Annese and his wife Michelle of Brockton; and
Kristen Annese of Bridgewater.
Adoring grandfather of Anna, Gavin, Isabella and
Gabriella Annese.
Loving son of the late Anthony S. Annese and
late Anna (Arsenian) Annese.
Devoted brother of Lucille Zeph and her
husband Charles of Maine;
Lorraine Baritz and her husband Robert of Canton.
He is also survived by many loving aunts, uncles, nieces,
nephews, cousins and dear friends.
Paul lived in East Boston until the age of 10 when his
family moved to Brockton.
He attended Brockton public schools, where he was an
accomplished athlete and made many life-long friends.
At the age of 18, he joined the U.S. Army and served in the
infantry in Vietnam; during his service, he received two bronze stars
for meritorious service in a combat zone.
Paul's thirty-year career was in construction and real estate:
he was the co-founder of Searles and Annese Builders in
Brockton and co-founder of Copperwood Real Estate in Brockton.
He will be missed by his family and his many friends.
A private internment was held at the
Massachusetts National Cemetery at
Bourne on September 16th, 2015.
Published in The Boston Globe from Sept. 22 to Sept. 27, 2015
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Susan F. Love
In Loving Memory of
Susan F. (Geddes) Love
February 13, 1942 ~ July 27, 2015 (age 73)
Susan F. (Geddes) Love, age 73 years, of Stoughton, peacefully passed away unexpectedly surrounded by family and beloved friends on Monday July 27, 2015.
Raised in Hingham, the daughter of the late Dorothy (Campbell) Geddes and H. Paul Geddes Sr., sister of H. Paul Geddes Jr. (Natick, MA) and niece of the late Jean Campbell, Mary Elizabeth Campbell and Raymond F. Campbell. A graduate of Hingham High School, Susan attended The Chandler School for Women in Boston and pursued a career in office administration. Soon after graduation, Susan married Robert Bruce Love (Weymouth, MA) and raised their family of four children in Stoughton: Merideth Scott Love (Hull, MA), Matthew Ryan Love (Weymouth, MA), Robert Sean Love (Nantucket, MA), and Michael Thor Love (New York, NY).
Blessed with an immense heart, a warm, caring, engaging personality, and a beautiful "gift to gab", she made friends wherever she went. She enjoyed the ocean and loved visiting her daughter Merideth and soon to be son in-law Jeffrey Shaheen, and "Grand Dog" Cisco at Nantasket Beach. She also regularly enjoyed visiting her son Sean and girlfriend Shannon and her "Grand Dog" Cash on Nantucket Island. Susan was fortunate to have enjoyed world travel with her daughter and friends. Constantly surrounded by family and friends, she shared her caring ways, nurturing soul, and loving heart. Susan was a spit fire. Bursting with energy, full of life, she loved to be around people. She was a straight shooter, as honest as it gets. She was full of laughter, and hilarious to those who knew her. She had a way to laugh it off and move on with her day. She exemplified the true meaning of unconditional love. We have lost an amazing person, but have gained an angel.
She was awesome!
A wake will be held in her honor on Friday July 31, 2015 from 4 - 8 P.M. in The Sheehan, Lowe & Powers Funeral Home and Cremation Services, 115 Monk St.,Stoughton. Her funeral service will be held on Saturday August 1, 2015 at 11:00 A.M. in the funeral home. ALL ARE WELCOME TO ATTEND and Cremation will follow.
In lieu of flowers, donations in Susan's memory are appreciated and welcome to be made to The Stoughton Council On Aging, 110 Rockland St. / P.O. Box 582 , STOUGHTON, MA 02072, http://www.stoughton.org/Senior
Charitable donations may be made to:
Stoughton Council on Aging
110 Rockland St. / P.O. Box 582, Stoughton MA 02072
Tel: 1-781-344-8882
Web: http://www.stoughton.org/Senior
110 Rockland St. / P.O. Box 582, Stoughton MA 02072
Tel: 1-781-344-8882
Web: http://www.stoughton.org/Senior
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Gus
Gus
12/4/2014 -1/29/2015
12/4/2014 -1/29/2015
Dogs come into our lives to teach us about Love,
They depart to teach us about Loss.
They depart to teach us about Loss.
A new dog never replaces an old dog,
It merely expands the heart.
Gus you are already missed so much.
We are devastated by losing you so soon.
We hope you are watching over us and that you
are having fun in Heaven. You will be furever in our hearts. We will see you again....
We are devastated by losing you so soon.
We hope you are watching over us and that you
are having fun in Heaven. You will be furever in our hearts. We will see you again....
Lucy A. (Curley) Razoux
Friday, August 22, 2014
Georgette (Kamel) Attieh
Georgette Attieh
July 17, 1936 - August 19, 2014Georgette (Kamel) Attieh, 78, of Orlando, FL, passed away Tuesday, August 19, 2014 at the Hospice of the Comforter in Florida. She was the wife of the late Charble Attieh.
Born July 17, 1936 in Akoura, Lebanon, she was the daughter of the late Elias Kamel and Susan (Ackel) Kamel.
Georgette had worked for Mid East Baking, George’s Café, Garland Mills, Rena Sports and Brockwood Nursing Home.
She loved cooking, gardening, sewing and spending time with her granddaughter. Georgette was loved instantly after meeting her.
She is survived by her children, George Attieh, Richard Attieh and Dolly Attieh Colleran; her granddaughter, Michaela Colleran; her sisters, Angie Kamel and Therese Assacker; she is also survived by many nieces and nephews.
Funeral Information
Funeral from the Russell & Pica Funeral Home, 165 Belmont St., (Rt123) Brockton on Tuesday, August 26th at 9:00AM thence to St. Theresa Maronite Catholic Church, 343 No. Main St., Brockton where the Service of the Devine Mysteries will be celebrated at 10:00AM. Interment will follow in Calvary Cemetery, Brockton. Calling hours in the Russell & Pica Funeral Home on Monday from 4:00-8:00PM with an Incense Service at 5:00PM.Donations Information
In Lieu of flowers, Donations may be made to St. Theresa’s Maronite Catholic Church, 343 No. Main St., PO Box#2567, Brockton, MA 02305.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Americo "Rico" Poliseno
Americo
"Rico" Poliseno, builder and owner of The Englewood Resort in West
Yarmouth since 1964, passed away at home after a courageous fight with his
illness.
He was born in Brockton on March 5, 1923, to Amato and Emilia
Poliseno. After graduating from Brockton High School he served with the Army
during World War II, from 1941 to 1945, and was with the 1st Battery of
Rangers. He served on a front in Africa and in the Invasion of Anzio. Rico's
unit received Meritorious Service Unit Citations. Rico had a deep love for his
country and proudly wore his World War II cap. Rico was admired for his open
and generous heart and amazing ability to work.
He was the beloved husband of Janice (Sis) Poliseno for 37
years. He is survived by his son, Ronald Poliseno and his wife Ann of Brockton.
He is predeceased by his son, William Poliseno; their late mother; his
brothers, Saverio (Sammy) Amundo; and sister, Gloria. Rico is survived by his
sister, Rose Piver; his brothers, Carmen and his wife Theresa, Roland and his
wife Jeanne, and Albert and his wife Page; his stepchildren, Dianna Hildredth
and her husband Jeffrey, Robert and his wife Mary, Michael and his wife Lynne,
and David Silva. He loved and enjoyed all his grandchildren,
great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews, and all the families and friends who
came to The Englewood year after year.
Rico could always be found working on the roof of The Englewood
or fearlessly hanging from a ladder, repairing whatever had to done. Rico was a
man of his word who accepted a strong handshake as commitment to his word. Rico
had a quick wit and an infectious smile that impacted everyone he met. Rico was
a sensitive and generous man and this inspired his close friends, all dressed
in festive Christmas attire, to sing Christmas carols to him outside his room
on a cold wintery night.
Rico was a talented baseball player who played shortstop. Rico
played for the Old Colony League, St. Coleman's, and later, the Braga Club. He
played in the City League for the Blue Eagles Social Club for many years, and
was a member of the American Legion and the Blue Eagles Social Club. He owned
Drew Tanning of Brockton.
As a builder, Rico built many fine homes in Brockton and on Cape
Cod. After the tragic fire of the Grand Old Englewood Hotel in West Yarmouth,
Rico built The Englewood Hotel and Motor Inn and always operated it as a
"Ma & Pa" operation.
In 1980, Rico and Sis moved ahead into the future by renovating
the property into condominiums. Rico served on the oversight committee for the
town of Yarmouth for many years, and was a well-known visitor to town hall.
Rico has stayed close to his many friends in the Brockton area
and has a legion of friends on Cape Cod. Rico and Sis have been active and
devoted members of St. Francis Xavier Parish, serving on many committees. His
death has made strong men cry. He will be greatly missed by all.
A funeral will form on Monday, Jan. 28, 2008, at 9:30 a.m., in
the Doane, Beal and Ames Funeral Home, 160 W. Main St., Hyannis. A Mass of
Christian burial will follow at 10:30 a.m. in the St. Francis Xavier Church,
South Street, Hyannis, MA. Burial will be in the Calvary Cemetery, Brockton.
Visiting hours will be held on Sunday, Jan. 27, 2008, from 4 to 8 p.m., in the
funeral home. Relatives and friends are invited to attend.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the
St. John Paul High School, 120 High School Road, Hyannis, MA 02601.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Paul Michael FitzSimmons
Paul Michael Fitzsimmons, writer, passed away on Sunday July 11, 2010 at the Bath VA, where he received excellent care in his last year of life.
Paul was born in Boston on Tuesday June 12, 1923. He was the son of Edward and Julia (Coveney) Fitzsimmons and brother of Marie McFadden, Fred (Audrey) Fitzsimmons, Celestine Gookin, Joan Stinson (deceased) and Richard Fitzsimmons (deceased). Paul was a veteran of World War II, serving in the Merchant Marine in the Pacific, Atlantic and Mediterranean as second mate and navigator on the U.S. Rum River. He was licensed to sail any ship, any tonnage, on any ocean. One of his most stirring memories was meeting up with his brother Freddie in the midst of the war on the island of Guam, where Freddie was serving with the United States Marine Corps. Their mother, Julia, wept with joy to receive word that her sons had such a reunion in the midst of such times. Paul was a passionate defender of the Constitution and a devoted patriot of the principles of democracy. Until his dying day, he maintained an impassioned plea to the nation to peacefully rebel against the corporate takeover of our liberties. His Peoples Manifesto was last published in the Watkins Review in 2008.
Paul is the father of Robert (Mindy) Fitzsimmons, John Fitzsimmons (deceased), Paula Fitzsimmons (Philip Davis), Marie Fitzsimmons (Kirk Peters), and Daniel Fitzsimmons (Dorothy Elizabeth). He is the grandfather of Dr. Coveney Fitzsimmons (Gabriel Gomez), Liam Fitzsimmons, Jores Peters, Jared Peters, Sophie Fitzsimmons Peters, Hilary Davis, Colin Davis, Connor Fitzsimmons, Rowan Elizabeth, and William Fitzsimmons. He is the great grandfather of Zade Ixchel.
Paul began his writing career in New York City, where his early literary successes included Family of Five (1956), End of the Road (1957), By the Light of the Moon (1957) Green Goods and Gold (1959), A Ring is a Precious Thing (1957), The Oracle Machine and Mr. Kessler (1957) and The Way of a Dog (1957). Paul was commissioned by Beacon Press to write the Howard Hughes story and to bring his family to Hollywood to write screenplays. Instead, the family moved to Burdett to an old farmhouse with 100 acres and began their lives in upstate New York.
During that time, Paul authored Confessions of a Year Round Hunter for True Magazine, scripts for plays, eloquent poetry, and impassioned political articles. He acted in local theatre with the Burdett Players, worked to bring about the Citizens Party, demonstrated against the closing of Sampson State Hospital, and wrote prolifically. After the Flood of '72, Paul wrote a sweeping ode of the Chemung River Flood. His Christmas Dream, written for his daughter Paula, was loved by Katharine Hepburn, who was touched by the magic of Pauls writing. Paul resided for many years in Front Royal, Virginia, where he wrote guest editorials for The Washington Post and The Riverton Press. In 1982, at age 59, Paul fulfilled a lifetime dream of hiking the entire Appalachian Trail, 2,175 miles from Springer, Georgia to Mt. Katahdin, Maine. His story was published in the Appalachian Hiker. In 2000, Paul made a trip to Scotland to see his beloved friend and fellow AT hiker, war correspondent Jack Willis. The two writers had a special bond borne from their restless natures and adventurous souls.
Paul recently celebrated his 87th birthday at the music recital of his grandson Colin, enjoyed a beer at the Stone Cat Caf, and ate homemade cake prepared by his son-in-law Kirk. More than anything, Paul was most proud of his children and expressed enormous gratitude to their mother. Paul died having held each of his four children on the last day of his life. As Paul lived by the pen, your remembrances may be sent to C/O Fitzsimmons Family, 5550 Peach Orchard Point, Hector, New York 14841. Perhaps you would like to buy a lottery ticket, make a contribution to the Watkins Glen Library to offset his many late charges, or hike a portion of the Appalachian Trail in his memory. Or simply start a peaceful revolution. As Paul would say: "Good Deal." The family will receive friends at the Stone Cat Caf on Saturday, July 17th from 2-4 p.m.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Russell Clark,
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
In Memory of Vinny boy....
I'm sending this in memory of Vinny boy......
This is beautiful!
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'
The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'
Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'
The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university..'
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked.. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else..... 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom..' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could..
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
'Dear Mom,
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day.. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me... He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know
Don't be sad thinking about me.. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you... To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me
This is beautiful!
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'
The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'
Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'
The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university..'
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked.. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else..... 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom..' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could..
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
'Dear Mom,
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day.. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me... He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know
Don't be sad thinking about me.. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you... To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me
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