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

copied from a friend

Looking At Each Day

Looking At Each Day
She is 92 years old, petite, well poised, and proud.
She is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock,
with her hair fashionably coifed, and her makeup
perfectly applied, in spite of the fact she is legally
blind.

Today she has moved to a nursing home. Her husband of
70 years recently passed away, making this move
necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of
the nursing home, where I am employed, she smiled
sweetly when told her room was ready. As she
maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a
visual description of her tiny room, including the
eyelet curtains that had been hung on her window.

"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an
eight-year-old having just been presented with a new
puppy.

"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room...just wait," I
said.

Then she spoke these words that I will never forget:

"That does not have anything to do with it," she
gently replied. "Happiness is something you decide on
ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not, does not
depend on how the furniture is arranged. It is how I
arrange my mind. I have already decided to love it.

It is a decision I make every morning when I wake up.
I have a choice. I can spend the day in bed recounting
the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that
no longer work, or I can get out of bed and be
thankful for the ones that do work. Each day is a
gift, and as long as my eyes open, I will focus on the
new day and all of the happy memories I have stored
away...just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what
you have already put in.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances may have
influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who
we become.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to
hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive
them for that.

I believe-
that just because someone doesn't love you the way you
want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all
they have.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow, even over the
longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time to become the person I
want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones with loving
words. It may be the last time you see them.

I believe-
that you can keep going, long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how
we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude or it controls
you.

I believe-
that heroes are the people who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done, regardless of the
consequences.

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing
and have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when
you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.


I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be
angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.


I believe-
that maturity has more to do with what types of
experiences you've had and what you've learned from
them and less to do with how many birthdays you've
celebrated.

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world
doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe-
that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean
they don't love each other. And just because they
don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret.
It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact same thing and
see something totally different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by
people who don't even know you.

I believe-
that even when you think you have no more to give,
when a friend cries out to you
you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent
human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life are taken
from you too soon.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
...one old love she can imagine
going back to... and one who reminds
her how far she has come...
...enough money within her
control to move out and rent a place
of her own even if she never wants
to or needs to...
...something perfect to wear if
the employer or date of her dreams
wants to see her in an hour...

...a youth she's content to
leave behind...

...a past juicy enough that
she's looking forward to retelling it
in her old age...

...a set of screwdrivers, a
cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

...one friend who always makes
her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

...a good piece of furniture
not previously owned by anyone else
in her family...

...eight matching plates, wine
glasses with stems, and a recipe
for a meal that will make her
guests feel honored..

.......a feeling of control over
her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
...how to fall in love without
losing herself...

...how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend
without ruining the friendship...

...when to try harder... and
when to walk away...

...that she can't change the
length of her calves, the width of
her hips, or the nature of her
parents...

...that her childhood may not
have been perfect... but its over...

...what she would and wouldn't
do for love or more...

...how to live alone... even if
she doesn't like it...
...whom she can trust, whom she
can't, and why she shouldn't take
it personally...

..where to go... be it to her
best friend's kitchen table... or a
charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

...what she can and can't
accomplish in a day... a month...and
a year...

A Creed to Live by

...A Creed to Live by...

Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others.
It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Do not set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.
~才
Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.
Do not let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past nor for the future.
By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.
~才
Do not give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other.
Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
~才
Do not shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love.
The fastest way to lose love is too hold it too tightly.
In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
~才
Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope.
To be without hope is to be without purpose.
~才Do not run through life so fast that you forget not only where you have been, but also where you are going.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.