tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46006157269239846272024-03-05T03:53:39.261-05:00The Burlington Family BlogThe house on Grand Avenue...where it all beganPamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-44808459267273628422015-02-27T16:52:00.003-05:002015-02-27T17:03:21.974-05:00David A. Pedersen RIPIt is with great sadness that we note the passing of Jeffrey Keahon's close friend and colleague, Dave Pedersen. He was, as is said below, "a truly unique soul".<br />
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<em> </em><span style="font-family: inherit;">PEDERSEN, David Alan (Dave), 64, born on April 30th, 1950, at The New York Polyclinic Hospital in New York City, NY, passed away peacefully on Sunday, January 25, 2015 at his home in Pearl River, NY, from complications of Diabetes. He was found with a smile on his face.<br /><br /><strong>A Memorial Service will be held on March 1st at 4:00 pm at the YMCA in Nyack.</strong></span><br />
<strong></strong><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">In lieu of flowers, as per his request, donations may be made to any of the following organizations; The Rockland YMCA, The Rotary Foundation of Rotary International, Jawanio (Rockland Center for the Physically Handicapped), The Hi-Tor Animal Shelter or the Historical Society of Rockland.<br /><br />David was the beloved son of the late Marguerite Pedersen, born to Emil and Anna Olsen in 1908. She was a long time and active Rockland resident who passed away in 1987. His father, the late Thomas K. Pedersen, (Torjei Pedersen Aasland) was born in 1901 to Peter Pedersen and Anna-Marie Pedersen Aasland in Aeseral, Norway, passed away far too young from a heart attack in 1969. <br /><br />He is survived by his older brother, Thomas K. Pedersen married to Carolyn Pedersen, a well known artist, their children, his nephew, Thomas Scott Pedersen, and niece, Kirsten Pedersen Szustak. His closest relatives were his cousin Ann Sylvia Bogusz, her husband Bob, their children Lisa and Debbie, Janet and Wally Hoag and their daughter Ingrid. In addition were his cousins Frank Erichsen, married to Eileen and their twin sons Frank and Eric and Eva Erichsen who is married to Ed Brylawski and their two children Jim and Alexis… There were large family get togethers, and David would inevitably be the life of the party…<br /><br />His beloved friend and soulmate, Anna Pedersen Harding, (daughter of his in-laws, the late Maria Chattey and her husband Nigel Chattey from Irvington, NY) were married on the “Commander” in 1991. A Paul Harris Fellow, she was an enormous support in his life, until his last day on earth… <br /><br />As were his loving daughter Alana Oleinikoff Ali, (also a Paul Harris Fellow) and their grandchildren, Dakota and Kalianna. His sister-in-law Maria-Victoria Solstrand and her three boys, Gunnar, Kristian, and Niklas, who all live in Norway, were a large part of his life when they were able to get together, as was his sister-in-law, Bonnie Chattey who resides in Glendora, CA.<br /><br />Jeffrey Keahon and David were avid golfers, playing together every chance they could. Enjoying playing golf as a foursome and dancing the night away with Angela and Anna, at fundraising events, and Rotary functions together…<br /><br />Jeffrey and Angela’s son Will, his wife Tracy, and their children, William Jr. and Natalee Jean were like a second family to him, and have been such a support during this difficult time… David always spent Thanksgiving at their home, welcomed with open arms… <br /><br />David had also been married to Patricia Pedersen and Sandra Cokeley.<br /><br />Growing up, David was an active participant at the Park Evangelical Free Church in New City, founded by his mother. It was there that he met some of his life-long school and church friends, all who had ribbons of perfect attendance, as one would expect…<br /><br />She was the owner of Pedersen’s Travel, and a Real Estate and Insurance business, that both became located in the Pedersen Building on Main Street in New City, along with other tenants. David became President of Pedersen’s Travel and manager of the building after she passed away. <br /><br />Marguerite was an active member of the Rockland Chapter of Soroptomists International, a business women’s group, founder of the Organized Taxpayers Association, the Park Evangelical Free Church, and a Paul Harris Fellow of Rotary International. She was named Rockland County Woman of the year in 1976, and again in 1986 by the Rockland Business and Professional Women’s Club. <br /><br />His father, Tom as he was known, came to the US in 1922, as an electrician by trade. He spoke no English, and got a job with a flooring company in upper Manhattan, becoming foreman. When he and Marguerite moved to New City Park in 1938, he started his own Flooring company (T. Pedersen Flooring). <br /><br />In 1948, after getting her Real Estate license, expanding their business and receiving her Insurance Brokers license in Pearl River, she opened an Insurance and Real Estate business in Nanuet. Convincing her husband to get his own Real Estate license, he began building homes, partnering with a group of friends from NY and Norway (Tryon Construction). The group built 48 homes just off of Eckerson Road in Spring Valley. <br /><br />Refusing to “clear cut” properties, each purchaser would agree on where the house would be placed, and which trees should be saved. The houses were staggered so as not to be a “development.” The 50 acres of land behind their final home on Goebel Road was also developed by the Tyron group.<br /><br />Like his father and brother before him, David became an active member of Rotary. Serving as Secretary, Treasurer, Vice-President and President of the New City Rotary Club. During his tenure as District Governor in 1987-1988 of District 7210, David was known as “the ladies’ man.” The year that women were finally inducted into Rotary. <br /><br />At the same time, he was named as a National Coordinator for Polio Plus. His plans to coordinate the raising of more than $4 million within District 7210 over two years, to help eradicate Polio by 2015, was a world-wide effort of all Rotary Clubs. The organization dedicated itself to collecting to vaccinate most of the children expected to be born over the next few years in impoverished nations. <br /><br />In their largest fundraising effort, Rotary International set a goal of raising $120 million dollars world-wide. At the Philadelphia International Convention it was announced that Rotary International had actually raised $240 million, doubling their goal, to rid the world of polio. The magnanimous efforts of David and Jeffrey Keahon were a considerable contribution to the success of this fundraising campaign.<br /><br />David’s business career was varied; while owning Pedersen’s Travel, he became actively involved with ICONN (Island Complex Offshore New York, New Jersey and Connecticut)-Erie, in Irvington, NY, a massive project to re-dredge the Erie Canal, using the dredge spoil to fill hollow, modular, ballastable caissons to build an energy island offshore Manhattan. <br /><br />The project that still remains alive, now known as POSEIDON Patents, Inc,, that includes ICONA (Island Complex Offshore North America), as well as eight other major marine logistics patents, of which he was still a Vice President. <br /><br />He was Vice President of The Page Connection, a Westchester based Graphic Design/PR and Communications firm, that published his District Newsletter, and that of several future Rotary Governors.<br /><br />After selling Pedersen’s Travel to his Nephew, Thomas Scott Pedersen, when the fund raising effort of Polio Plus came to a close he took on the position of Executive Director of the Rockland YMCA’s, running 13 satellite facilities, and spearheading the renovation of the swimming pool, in great need of repair. <br /><br />David continued to serve on many Boards of Directors, many with Jeffrey; The YMCA, Jawanio, the Hi-Tor Animal Shelter, and many others. They were both major contributors to the election campaign for C. Scott Vanderhoeff for County Executive of Rockland. Scott remained County Executive for over 20 years. He then worked as the Project Coordinator of the Rockland Environmental Corps and the Rockland County Youth Bureau.<br /><br />His last endeavor was that VP of Marketing Coordinator of “The Collections of Maria, Inc..” The marketing of 2000 pieces of artwork of his late mother-in-law, Maria Chattey. He was also working on a website to market his own works of art, known as “Zin Works”, of which he was the Zin Master. He always carried his notebook and magic markers… His art unique unto any that have ever been seen, and will become a Collection themselves.<br /><br />In his later years, David’s intense studies of world religions, brought him to Buddhism that he studied extensively and practiced in earnest. With much enlightenment coming from the writings of many of the great teachers; The Dali Lama, Eckhard Tolle, Marianne Williamson, Byron Katie, Andrew Harvey, among many others, supported by his dear friend Beverly Cavalcante, a truly enlightened being.<br /><br />David was a unique soul who was never forgotten by anyone who met him, and loved by all that knew him. He had friends all over the world, but his closest circles remained in Rockland County. His wisdom and profound, eloquent speaking manner was appreciated by all who heard him. His amazing sense of humor, perhaps his greatest gift, made people laugh until they cried.<br /><br />And now he is off playing golf with Jeffrey again…<br /><br />God bless you and keep you, David, and may your new friends continue to enjoy your wit and wisdom.<br /><br />If any of you wish to add a word to the list of testimonials, something that you were grateful for about your relationship, or memories with David, or any photographs that could be included in the presentation, any and all would be deeply appreciated, and may be sent to aharding@att.com. <br /><br />Thank you for your kindness and deep friendships…<br /></span><br />
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</em>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-33418765643412616712014-11-28T20:55:00.001-05:002014-12-21T15:37:35.492-05:00Julianne Keahon Wiley RIP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_X9SfYKswe1zEZ14k8EWEsbD31z7-M-3LHyta4BBAsCg2zPUACpO7IJ9I6lPRro1XwGyw3Punsk5demdKrSqvfVHAoBzKEdiVVS4JdT5BBx4LztVTukrKpJaxqOgFvqXwMCw91AXRbpR/s1600/IMG_1093-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_X9SfYKswe1zEZ14k8EWEsbD31z7-M-3LHyta4BBAsCg2zPUACpO7IJ9I6lPRro1XwGyw3Punsk5demdKrSqvfVHAoBzKEdiVVS4JdT5BBx4LztVTukrKpJaxqOgFvqXwMCw91AXRbpR/s1600/IMG_1093-1.jpg" height="320" width="258" /></a><br />
It's with heavy heart that I write this. Our mother, your friend, cousin, lover of animals passed away Tuesday at about 5:30pm. She went peacefully and in no pain. We are greatly saddened about her passing but choose to celebrate who she was as a person, a generous and caring soul.<br />
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In the last few days, I have had an opportunity to speak with so many people about the nice things our mother did for them and it makes us happy to know that she brought such joy and fun to people's lives.<br />
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Brenda Burlington Wiley <br />
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<strong>Obituary:</strong> <br />
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Julianne Wiley, daughter of Harold Vincent Keahon and Ethel Frances Burlington passed away peacefully on November 25, 2014. She was born in Teaneck, NJ on January 1, 1948 and was a long standing resident of Pearl River, NY where she grew up with her siblings Jeanne-Marie, Janice and Jeffrey Keahon. She's predeceased by her brother Jeffrey Keahon, who passed last September and her sister Jeanne-Marie Baer in December, 2011. After college, Julianne moved to Maryland and married Hugh Peter Wiley who passed away in 1977. Julianne's father, Harold, built a beautiful home for his daughter and grandchildren in Pearl River, NY. She was a homemaker and worked part-time at the family business, Keahon Brothers, Inc. as a bookkeeper while raising her three children Brenda Burlington, Andrew and Shane Wiley. In her pastime, Julianne would spend a great deal of time keeping in touch with family members over the years. She enjoyed connecting people together. Her love for animals and helping others, coupled with her sense of humor was incredible. Julianne would knit hats, gloves and scarves for the homeless and veterans in Rockland County. She would also knit colorful beds for rescue animals up for adoption. Julianne is survived by her sister Janice Keahon, her three children and her daughter-in-law, Yaixia Wiley. She will be greatly missed by many cousins, nieces, nephews and friends. <br />
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<a href="http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/lohud/obituary.aspx?n=julianne-wiley&pid=173317284&fhid=2172" target="_blank"> http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/lohud/obituary.aspx?n=julianne-wiley&pid=173317284&fhid=2172</a><br />
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<strong>Funeral Arrangements</strong><br />
She will be at Higgins Funeral Home located in New City, NY. The cemetery is St. Anthony's in Nanuet. <br />
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<strong>Wake and Mass</strong><br />
Wake Visiting hours will be on Monday, Dec 1st from 2pm-4pm & 7pm-9pm<br />
Mass will be Tuesday, Dec 2nd at Higgins, 10am followed by burial at St. Anthony's in Nanuet<br />
<a href="http://www.stanthonyscatholiccemetery.com/">http://www.stanthonyscatholiccemetery.com</a><br />
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Higgins Funeral Home, New City, NY <br />
<a href="http://www.dignitymemorial.com/michael-j-higgins-funeral-service-new-city/en-us/index.page">http://www.dignitymemorial.com/michael-j-higgins-funeral-service-new-city/en-us/index.page</a><br />
Address is: 321 S Main Street, New City, NY 10956<br />
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*GPS, please note that directions via GPS may steer you to Route 304 - you will need to continue on past the Christmas Tree lot to New City sign and turn left on to S Main. Higgins is on the left 1/4 mile once you turn on to S Main off of Rt 304.<br />
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Mass Cards:<br />
St. Margaret's, Pearl River<br />
<a href="http://www.saintmargaretparish.com/">http://www.saintmargaretparish.com</a><br />
St. Aedan's, Pearl River<br />
<a href="http://www.parishesonline.com/scripts/hostedsites/Org.asp?ID=10234">http://www.parishesonline.com/scripts/hostedsites/Org.asp?ID=10234</a><br />
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House address:<br />
The Wiley Family<br />
499 Orangeburg Road <br />
Pearl River, NY 10965<br />
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<br />Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-2110793367095401742014-05-30T18:52:00.004-04:002014-05-30T21:34:07.738-04:00Shane Wiley's new company<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Congratulations to Shane on the start of his new company: <br />
<a href="http://www.360degreemoving.com/" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">360 Degree Moving</span></a><br />
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Shane says that he's following in the footsteps of his ancestor Patrick Keahon, who was born in Ireland, but grew up in the US, and launched a successful trucking company. It's a story somewhat reminiscent of another one of Shane's ancestors, his great-grandfather Harry J. Burlington, a poor boy from Ireland who came to the US and started a successful elevator company. Here's what his web site says:<br />
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<a href="http://www.360degreemoving.com/#!about/cipy" target="_blank">http://www.360degreemoving.com/#!about/cipy</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Shane Wiley has over 18 years of experience in the moving industry and brings his expertise as President to 360 Degree Moving. Grandson of Harold Keahon, who was a Rotarian in Rockland County, and owner of <span style="font-size: large;">Keahon Brothers Inc.</span> , a ready mix concrete company in Pearl River. The Keahons emigrated from Ireland in 1858, where as a poor boy Patrick H. Keahon drove a truck until he was able to start in business for himself. He became a proprietor of one of the largest trucking businesses in New York City, and later in life a Tammany district leader. As President of 360 Degree Moving, Shane continues his family lineage in the trucking industry which dates back to the 1800's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">The following PDF from the <em>New York Times Archive</em> gives a bio of Patrick H. Keahon, as well as some fascinating Tammany Hall history: <a href="http://query.nytimes.com/mem/archive-free/pdf?res=F10B11F8355A12738DDDAE0894DF405B868CF1D3" target="_blank">http://query.nytimes.com/mem/archive-free/pdf?res=F10B11F8355A12738DDDAE0894DF405B868CF1D3</a> </span><br />
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Best wishes with your new venture, Shane...<br />
<strong>go n-éirí an bóthar leat!</strong> Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-33296589299050158612013-11-20T14:48:00.000-05:002013-12-14T12:16:01.750-05:00Hilary's Trip to Ireland<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I received an email from my sister Hilary this summer asking: "Do you have any info on where in Kilkenny County, Ireland our maternal grandfather was from? I remember our mother talking about visiting Kilkenny once, and how close she felt to her father there... we have unexpectedly gotten an invite to Ireland ( to stay at Lismore Castle) and I was thinking maybe I would try and visit Kilkenny when I am there.."<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Town of Callan</span> <br />
I gave Hilary a timeline that I had been maintaining but had not yet published. I thought the timeline might be helpful when she went exploring. She and husband Phil found time to visit the town of Callan in County Kilkenny, which was 50 miles away from Lismore Castle.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Lismore Castle</span><br />
Hilary had a wonderful time at Lismore Castle. She said: "The current Lord Of Lismore Castle is Lord Burlington... it would be funny if we were actually related!"<br />
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Yes, indeed! Lismore Castle has quite a colorful history which you can read about on Wikipedia.<br />
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lismore_Castle">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lismore_Castle</a><br />
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The castle was acquired by the Cavendish family in 1753, and is still owned by the Dukes of Devonshire, but is lived in for only a short part of the year. The 12th Duke, who succeeded to the title in 2004, continues to live primarily on the family's Bolton Abbey estate. His son, William Burlington maintains an apartment in the castle and recently converted the derelict west range (2006) into a contemporary art gallery, known as Lismore Castle Arts. For most of the year the family's private apartments at Lismore are available to rent by groups of up to twenty-three visitors.<br />
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They took the following pictures which we're very grateful to have. It's wonderful to see the town and the houses, one of which is where our ancestor Grandpa Burlington was born. Unfortunately the houses had no numbers, but she was able to figure out which ones they should be.<br />
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<a href="http://burlingtonfamily.com/ABS/HSD/index.html" target="_blank">http://burlingtonfamily.com/ABS/HSD/index.html</a><br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Burlington Timeline</span></strong><br />
I decided it was time to publish the timeline. <br />
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<strong>1798</strong> The Great Uprising <br />
<strong>1802</strong> James Kealy is born<br />
<strong>1806 </strong>Anastasia ? is born (possibly a relation)<br />
<strong>1845</strong> Irish Potato Famine<br />
<strong>1845 - 1852</strong> over 1,500,000 emigrated from Ireland<br />
<strong>1846 </strong>- the potato crop failed completely<br />
<strong>1847-1849</strong> either total or partial crop failure<br />
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<strong>1849</strong> Henry Burling m. Abigail O'Brien Dec. 7 1849 in County Kilkenny<br />
Henry Burling, a corporal in the 43rd regiment, is the son of John Burling.<br />
Abigail O'Brien, dressmaker, is the daughter of William O'Brien, bootmaker.<br />
<strong>1850</strong> John J. Burling is born to Henry and Abigail Burling<br />
<strong>1851</strong> Anastasia Kealy is born to James and Anastasia Kealy.<br />
Anastasia comes from a fairly prominent land-owning family in Kilkenny, whose property had been confiscated by Queen Victoria's government. <br />
The address for the family is Bridge Street in Callan, Kilkenny County,<br />
Ireland. Her ancestor was the Earl of Freneystown<br />
(search term: Kealy Freneystown Kilkenny)<br />
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<strong>1856 </strong>- alternate date of Anastasia's birth<br />
<strong>1858</strong> Ellen Barry b. 1/20/1858 in County Kerry<br />
her parents were Michael Barry and Mary Coffey.<br />
She may be Ella Mauchet's mother<br />
<strong>1858</strong> James Kealy d. age 56<br />
<strong>1876</strong> Anastasia Kealy d. age 70<br />
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<strong>1877</strong> John J. Burling m. Anastasia Kealy June 18, 1877<br />
John is 27, Anastasia is 26<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>1878</strong> Henry Joseph Burling is born on March 25 1878</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">in Callen, County Kilkenny on Bridge Street.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Father: John Burling</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Mother: Anastasia Kealy</span><br />
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<strong>1878 </strong>John Burling occupies #12 and #13 South Bridge Street according to the census<br />
<strong>1878</strong> John is said to have died after Harry was born, but there is no death record. It's possible that their marriage broke up and he left the area. Some have heard the story that Grandpa Burlington told about his father joining the foreign legion and going to India where he was eaten by a tiger!<br />
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The following excerpt is from the report commissioned by Bob Burlington on the Burlington family: <br />
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<em>Henry Joseph's father is said to have died in 1878 However, searches in the General Index of Deaths 1978 - 1900 did not show any entry for the death of a John Burling. The Army Lists, which have records of all officers in the British Army, were examined in the National Library 1858 - 80. No entry for John Burlington occurred in any rank of officer from Lieutenant to General. It seems possible that Harry's father may actually have died after his son was born or, indeed, since no other children were registered, that his parents' marriage broke up and that the young Harry invented a more romantic father figure.</em> <br />
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You can read the report in its entirety at:<br />
<a href="http://burlingtonfamily.com/AB/Burlington.pdf">http://burlingtonfamily.com/AB/Burlington.pdf</a><br />
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<strong>1879</strong> Arthur Moore is born in Jersey City<br />
<strong>1881</strong> Mrs. Anastasia Burling occupies #12 and #13 South Bridge Street.<br />
She is replaced by Jane Tyrrel in the 1883 census.<br />
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<strong>1881</strong> Arnold L Mohn b. in Hudson, NJ<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>1881</strong> Ella Augusta Mauchet is born on 18 SEP 1881 in NYC</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Father: Henry (Harry) M. Mauchet</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Mother: Ellen Barry</span> <br />
Harry Mauchet, was the Clerk of Jersey City, basically the number 2 political position<br />
after the Mayor (who at that time was the notorious Frank "I am the law" Hague).<br />
1888 Emilia Elizabeth Mauchet b. 08 NOV 1888 in Jersey City<br />
Ella's sister. She is mentioned in my mother Alice's journal as "Aunt Millie". She marries Arnold Mohn, and is apparently using her middle name, Elizabeth, which appears on the census.<br />
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<strong>coincidences:</strong> my paternal great-grandmother Virginia Augusta was born on the 4th of July<br />
Virgina Augusta Lawrence b. July 4, 1865 and married my great-grandfather Arthur Somers on Halloween. She had the same middle name as my maternal grandmother, Ella Augusta Mauchet, who was born on Sept. 18, the same date as her daughter Alice. My cousin Jeff, who was the son of Alice's sister Ethel, died on Sept. 18 2013.<br />
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<strong>1891 </strong>Anastasia Burling and her son Harry come to the US. According to Grandpa's 1921 passport application, Harry is age 13. <br />
<strong>1893</strong> Chicago World's Fair<br />
Anastasia and Harry attend the Chicago World's Fair and visit relatives in Chicago. Harry is 15.<br />
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<strong>1897</strong> Trenton Country Club formally opens its doors<br />
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<strong>1898</strong> Harry J. Burlington attends Cooper Union in NYC - studying mechanical engineering.<br />
His mother Anastasia is living in Monroe NY. Why is she living there? Does she have relatives there? Has she reconciled with her husband? There is a record of a John Burling living in Monroe NY at that time. There are no records of her attending Harry's and Ella's wedding or of seeing her grandchildren. There is no grave marker for Anastasia Burling or Burlington in Monroe. One theory for why she does not seem to be a presence in her son's life is that she has returned to Ireland, although the book <u>Prominent Families of New Jersey</u> is apparently quoting Harry when it says: <br />
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"Mrs. Burlington became so devoted to the United States that she settled permanently at Monroe, New York where Harry J. Burlington completed his secondary education and then entered Cooper Union at New York City, graduating from the institution with his degree of Mechanical Engineering." <a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=qG_5K_s3a-gC&pg=PA120&lpg=PA120&dq=burwak+elevator&source=bl&ots=nLE2m8cZ6F&sig=7HhWc9K8AvGKZf_RKDO9pe7x7Fw&hl=en&sa=X&ei=-5dRUpeCLMex4APq8IHICQ&ved=0CGYQ6AEwCA#v=onepage&q=burwak%20elevator&f=false" target="_blank">Google Books</a><br />
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<strong>1902</strong> Harry J Burlington marries Ella Augusta Mauchet February 1902</div>
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<strong>1902 </strong>Arthur James Burlington (Uncle Arthur) b. 12/1/1902<br />
<strong>1905</strong> Harry Joseph Burlington Jr. (Uncle Joe) b. 3/1905<br />
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<strong>1907 </strong>Mildred Mitchell b. 9/26/1907 In Brooklyn<br />
Father: Lawrence Mitchell <br />
Mother: Olive Van Riper<br />
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<strong>1907 </strong>Phyllis Petersen b. in Brooklyn NY<br />
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<strong>1909</strong> Anastasia Kealy is born - (100 yrs old in a 2009 article)<br />
It's possible that she is related to our Kealys. Anastasia was a popular name in Callan. <br />
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<strong>1909 </strong>Ethel Burlington b.<br />
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<strong>1910</strong> Harry and Ella are living in Jersey City, Ward 9<br />
with their three children: Arthur James, Harry Joseph and Ethel Frances<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Harry starts the Burlington Elevator Company which shortly after that becomes Burwak </span><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Elevator when he buys out a competitor.</span><br />
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<strong>1910</strong> Arnold L Mohn living in Hudson, NJ<br />
According to the 1910/1920 census:<br />
wife: Elizabeth (this was Ella's sister, Elizabeth Mauchet Mohn)<br />
children at the time of census: Alice, Marion<br />
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<strong>1911</strong> The Triangle Shirtwaist Fire in NYC<br />
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<strong>1913</strong> William Ernest Burlington (Uncle Bill) b. 9/13<br />
<strong>1916</strong> Walter Bernard Burlington (Uncle Walter) b 5/16<br />
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<strong>1916</strong> Harry joins the US pursuit of Pancho Villa on Mexican border. Harry is a Captain in the 4th Regiment of the National Guard. He was an expert rifle marksman, and a member of the American team which carried off the honors at Camp Perry in 1912 (so sayeth "Who's Who"). When trouble broke out at the Mexican border in 1916 he served there with his regiment.<br />
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<strong>1917</strong> when the United States enters the First World War, Harry is transferred to Company C, 104th Engineers of the 29th Division, and sent overseas, serving as Captain until after the Armistice in 1918. He was known as “Captain Burlington” for the rest of his life. Friends called him “Cap” or "H.J.B".<br />
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<strong>1919 - 1933</strong> Prohibition<br />
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<strong>1920 </strong>Mary Anne Evans b. in Montvale NJ<br />
Parents: Mary and Bernard A. Evans<br />
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<strong>1920</strong> Alice Irene Burlington b. Sept 18 1920 in Montvale NJ<br />
Ella is 39 and Alice is her last child<br />
Alice's siblings when she is born:<br />
Walter Bernard age 4<br />
William Ernest age 7<br />
Ethel Frances age 11<br />
Harry Joseph age 15<br />
Arthur James age 18<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>1920</strong> Harry Burlington is appointed a member of the <i>New Jersey Fish and Game Commission</i> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"><strong>1921</strong> and is elected President the following year, in 1921</span></span><br />
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<strong>1937</strong> Harry Burlington co-authors <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Outdoor-Heritage-New-Jersey/dp/B000DZG0YW" target="_blank">The Outdoor Heritage of New Jersey</a><br />
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On the night of what would have been his 70th birthday, there will be a celebration of the life of Jeffrey Keahon 7 p.m. Thursday, Nov. 21 in the Pearl River High School Auditorium.</div>
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Keahon, known for his humanitarian contributions in and beyond his Pearl River home and Rockland County, <a href="http://nanuet.patch.com/groups/obituaries/p/consummate-volunteer-jeffrey-keahon-died-today">passed away Sept. 18</a>.<br />
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Organizers of the celebration are asking that participants "follow his lead" by bringing a donation to the charity of their choice. The donations will be collected prior to the service and delivered to the organization the person chooses. Donations to the organization of a participant's choice can also be mailed to Celebration of Jeffrey Keahon, PO Box 282, Pearl River, NY 10965. Those will also be forwarded to the chosen charity.<br />
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Keahon served as president of the Historical Society of Rockland County and as a member of the American Revolutionary Roundtable. He was on the Jawonio Board of Directors, serving terms as president of its boards in New York and New Jersey. He was also a past president of the Rotary Club of Pearl River and held the post of President for Rotary International District 7210, which includes 66 communities in eight counties.<br />
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The long list of organizations Keahon held leadership positions with also includes the Nyack Hospital Foundation, Keep Rockland Beautiful, Rockland YMCA, Hi-Tor Animal Care Center, Nami-Familya, Friends of the Orangetown Museum, the Rockland Community Foundation and Cornell Cooperative Extension.<br />
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He won awards including the Philanthropist of the Year from the Rockland Development Council, Friends Award from Jawonio, the Joseph B. Bernstein Award from the Mental Health Association, The Distinguished Citizen Award from the Association for the Visually Impaired and the Rockland Leaders Award for the Arthritis Foundation. <br />
<a href="http://pearlriver.patch.com/groups/goodnews/p/celebration-of-life-of-rockland-humanitarian-keahon-set-for-nov-21" target="_blank">http://pearlriver.patch.com/groups/goodnews/p/celebration-of-life-of-rockland-humanitarian-keahon-set-for-nov-21</a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-58338388867315914082013-10-30T22:35:00.002-04:002013-10-30T22:43:46.230-04:00Brunch in Honor of Jeffrey Keahon on Nov. 10 2013A brunch honoring Jeffrey Keahon will be held at the Thayer Hotel at West Point on November 10 2013. Tickets are $50. <br />
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<em>Seated on a hilltop in Upstate New York, with commanding views of the Hudson River and the </em><a href="http://www.thethayerhotel.com/area-attractions/west-point"><em>United States Military Academy at West Point</em></a><em> , The Historic Thayer Hotel at West Point is a national historic treasure, visited by past US Presidents, international leaders, and celebrities alike. Located on the hallowed grounds of the Academy, this breathtakingly beautiful </em><a href="http://www.thethayerhotel.com/accommodations"><em>West Point hotel lodging</em></a><em> is like no other in the world.</em><br />
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PITTSFIELD -- If Hilary Somers Deely and Barbara Sims have learned anything since their first Made in the Berkshires in 2011, it is that less is more.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Speaker Jim Murphy</span><br />
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"He was an expert on governance, an expert on Robert's Rules of Order. He understood the importance of a strong board. He formed the Governance Committee at Jawonio. No organization could buy his talents." <br />
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"He was one of a kind: there will never be another Jeffrey Keahon."<br />
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"Jeffrey was devastated when his mother left him. He shared with me that this had the greatest impact on his life, and who he became afterwards. He helped those who have mental illnesses."<br />
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"He said that he experienced unconditional love with Angela. Angela, you were the love of his life. Without you he could not have done what he did, helping the tens of thousands that don't have a voice. He made his mother proud."<br />
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" He taught me lessons that I will never forget." <br />
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"He was always the champion of the voiceless and helpless." <br />
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"He told me that if you don't play in the game you're never going to make a difference. He was a tremendously compassionate person. I was never a Rotarian but I was always doing things behind the scenes, and that is how I got to know him and see who he was." (Andrew)<br />
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"Thank you for taking the time to speak with me and share your stories. It's been inspiring and amazing to hear so many stories. A lot of whom I am, I am because of him, because of the values I learned from him." (Brenda) <br />
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"Every time I think of Jeff I see the Big S and the cape. He was both Clark Kent and Superman, involved in so many causes." (Tracy)<br />
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My uncle was a scholar and a gentleman. He loved his country and he loved history. And he loved my Aunt Angela more than life itself. All he wanted was for her to be taken care of." (Garrett)<br />
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"One of the things I'm thankful for is the love Jeffrey showed for myself, my wife and my kids, which will not be forgotten." (Will) <br />
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U.S. Veteran Harold Jeffrey Keahon, known to his family and many friends in the community as ‘Jeffrey’. At age 69, he passed away on Wednesday, September 18that the Joe Raso Residence of United Hospice of Rockland County in New City. He was a lifelong resident of Pearl River, New York. </div>
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Born on November 22, 1943, Jeffrey graduated from Don Bosco Preparatory High School in 1961 and Georgetown University in 1965, with a Bachelor of Arts degree in philosophy. A proud Veteran, Jeffrey served with the United States Army as Specialist First Class with the 387th Transportation Battalion in South Vietnam. He was employed until his retirement as secretary/treasurer of Keahon Brothers, Inc. Jeffery travelled the world throughout his life, he appreciated all the different cultures and learning all he could. He enjoyed reading and people, and especially his philanthropy works. </div>
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Jeffrey was known and respected as a generous yet modest philanthropist and humanitarian, supporting and serving on the boards of numerous community and not-for-profit organizations in Rockland County, New York. He was most active in the Rotary Club of Pearl River, of which he was president in 1988-89 and in 2008-2009, Jeffrey served as District Governor for Rotary International’s District 7210 covering 66 communities in eight counties of the Hudson Valley. </div>
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Jeffrey took special interest in Rotary’s campaign to wipe out polio throughout the world. He raised money and promoted awareness for the campaign. He travelled to Mexico and other countries to personally administer oral polio vaccine to children as part of the program. He generously donated the immunizations for over 1 million children under the age of five from vaccine preventable diseases as part of Rotary Foundation’s Polioplus Program of Rotary International. <br />
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He loved to golf and raise money for worthy causes. Jeffrey was strong supporter of the Rotary Scholarship Foundation, which raises money to provide scholarships for post-secondary study for residents of the Pearl River School District through the Ed Bouton Memorial Golf Tournament.</div>
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An avid historian, Jeffrey took an active role with the Orangetown Historical Society, the Orangetown Museum and Archives, and the Rockland County Historical Society. He enjoyed playing historic characters such as Major John Andre in re-creation events. </div>
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Jeffrey also dedicated his time and talents to the growth and expansion of Jawanio and United Hospice of Rockland County and Joe Raso Hospice Residence. </div>
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Jeffrey will be remembered as a great humanitarian in action and served on the board of the following community and not-for-profit organizations: </div>
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President of the Board of Directors of the following organizations: </div>
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• The Nyack Hospital Foundation, </div>
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• Jawonio </div>
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• Keep Rockland Beautiful </div>
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• Don Bosco Preparatory High School </div>
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• Pearl River Ambulance Corp </div>
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• Rockland County Meals on Wheels</div>
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• Rockland Family Shelter </div>
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• Rockland County YMCA </div>
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• The Rotary Club of Pearl River </div>
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• The Historical Society of Rockland County </div>
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• President of Jawonio, New Jersey </div>
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• The Rockland County Mental Health Foundation </div>
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• United Hospice of Rockland County </div>
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• The High Tor Animal Care Center </div>
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• Nami-Familya of Rockland County </div>
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• The Friends of the Orangetown Museum </div>
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• The Rockland County Foundation </div>
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• The Rockland County Cornell Cooperative Extension </div>
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• A Trustee of the Rockland County YMCA </div>
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• Director of the Helen Hayes Hospital Foundation </div>
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Among the numerous awards for his community service, Jeffrey was recognized as follows: </div>
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• Philanthropist of the Year by the Rockland Development Council </div>
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• Was awarded the Joseph R. Bernstein Award from the Mental Health Association </div>
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• Received the Distinguished Citizen Award from the Association for the Visually Impaired </div>
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• Rockland Leaders Award from the Arthritis Foundation </div>
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• Designated by the New York Senate for special recognition by the Historical Society of Rockland County. </div>
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In the Senate’s proclamation the following was proclaimed: </div>
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'It is the sense of this Legislative Body to recognize that the quality and character of life in the communities across New York State are reflective of the concerned and dedicated efforts of those individuals who devote themselves to the welfare of the community and its citizenry; and that attendant to such concern, and in full accord with its long-standing traditions, this Legislative Body is justly proud to honor Jeffrey Keahon upon the occasion of this designation for special recognition.' </div>
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Jeffrey is survived by his life partner of twenty seven years, Angela D. Mattei. Sisters, Julianne Wylie and Janice Keahon. Stepson, Will Mattei and daughter-in-law, Tracy and grandchildren William Michael and Natalee Jean; niece, Brenda Wiley, nephews Andrew Wiley and Shane Wiley, and many cousins and a host of incredible and loving friends.</div>
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Jeffrey stood constant in dignity, good grace and humor throughout his life. His rare and impressive dedication to charitable causes made a wonderful and indelible impact in the world, near and far, young and old, able and diff-abled. He was a true humanitarian who was graced with the wisdom and talent to always do for his fellow man. His ability to teach during an ordinary conversation or lively debate was known and revered by all who were lucky enough to have known him. We are all grateful for everything about Jeffrey, and he will be incredibly missed. </div>
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Visiting Hours are Saturday Sept. 21 and Sunday Sept. 22 3pm-6pm at Wyman-Fisher Funeral Home Inc. </div>
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A public memorial event will be held at a later time to include all who wish to celebrate his life and great works. Thank you for understanding that Angela, family and close friends need privacy in mourning the loss at this time. </div>
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In lieu of flowers, kindly support one of the many charities that Jeffrey supported, in his name:</div>
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Jeffrey was a great humanitarian. The world seems a better place because of his work and all of the causes he supported so tirelessly. His memory and legacy will live on forever.<br />
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Our sincere condolences and comfort to Angela and his family and friends who will miss his presence. May he rest in peace.<br />
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Cousin Maureen Burlington Caffrey and Philip Caffrey </div>
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Memories of Jeffrey from Georgetown days<br />
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Sheila Burlington Finnerty<br />
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Walking to class as a freshman and suddenly a bucket of water pours all over me. "Hi, I'm your cousin". That was the beginning of getting to know Jeffrey. We shared many laughs and many adventures. He enlisted me to tutor in the inner city. I figured I'd be reading to young kids but no he left me in an algebra class. At one point I left the students to ask Jeffrey how to solve a problem, and of course when I returned they were all gone. He enlisted me in the civil rights movement, a passion we shared. Before he left for Vietnam he went on the roller coaster at Glen Echo. He wrote letters to me at Georgetown, always putting the return address as Planned Parenthood because he knew the dorm lady would see it and wonder what I was up to. When he returned to DC, he asked if he could sleep one night on the couch of the apt I shared with 2 girls. Two months later he moved on. He just loved answering the phone for us. After I was married, Jeffrey wrote that he would be "biking" through DC on his way south. He just showed up one day as I was on the way to the pool with 2 toddlers and a baby. "I don't know how to tell you this Jeffrey, after you just biked from NY, but we're driving to the pool, which is 5 blocks away."<br />
I am so sad about this terrible loss and I offer my wonderful memories with my condolences to Angela and his entire family. As impressive as his obituary is, it is no surprise to me who knew his heart, his humor, and his passion for the rights of others a long time ago.<br />
A life well lived Jeffrey!!<br />
Love Sheila <br />
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What an impressive man! One can truly say the world is s better place because he was here.My sincere condolences to the family and those whose lives he touched.<br />
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My sympathies to Angela and the Keahon family on the death of Jeffrey. I was saddened to hear the news. May the wonderful memories shared with him warm your hearts in the difficult days ahead. With sympathy and affection,<br />
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-49699245008319177332013-09-19T13:04:00.000-04:002013-10-31T13:17:56.670-04:00Visitation for Jeffrey Keahon Set for This Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Those wishing to pay their respects to Jeffrey Keahon of Pearl River will be able to do so during visitation at Wyman-Fisher Funeral Home on Franklin Ave. in Pearl River Saturday and Sunday from 3 p.m. to 6 p.m.<br />
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Keahon, known for his volunteer work in Rockland County and beyond, died Wednesday morning at the Joe Raso Hospice Residence in New City.<br />
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He served president of the Historical Society of Rockland County and a member of the Jawonio Board of Directors, The long-time Rotarian held the post of District President for Rotary International District 7210, which includes 66 communities in eight counties, from 2008 to 2009. He was also a past president of the Rotary Club of Pearl River. For more of Keahon's history, contributions and accomplishments, see <a href="http://nanuet.patch.com/groups/obituaries/p/consummate-volunteer-jeffrey-keahon-died-today">this report</a> on Patch.<br />
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News of his passing drew these reactions on Patch.<br />
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<li><i>"The breath and depth of Jeffery's compassion and philanthrophy cannot be fully shared for much of it was kept confidential at his request. For over the 45 years of our relationship, he gave a great deal of money to both well known organizations and unknown individuals, as did his dad before him. No heart bigger, no help greater, no caring more. God rest this gentle and generous soul and keep him looking after us." -- Rockland County Legislator John Murphy</i></li>
<li><i>"Jeffrey was a warm, witty, wonderful man. He has served on Hi Tor Animal Care Center's Board of Directors, as a director and as Vice President for the last several years. He has always been a voice of reason and common sense helping the Board make decisions in the best interest of the organization and the homeless animals in our care. He will be deeply missed as a colleague, friend, mentor and true advocate. Thank you, Jeffrey, for all we have learned from you and for all you have done on our behalf. You will remain in our hearts and prayers." -- Hi-Tor Animal Shelter President Roberta Bangs.</i></li>
<li><i>"I served as Assistant District Governor under Jeffrey when he was District Governor for Rotary International District 7210. I have often marveled at his untiring dedication to his beloved Pearl River Club, District 7210 and Rotary International where be became an ambassador speaking personally about how we can all help and support "Our Foundation." He was so dedicated to so many not-for-profits and causes within our community raising funds and awareness. Jeffrey was indeed a great man who put service to others above self. He was most generous with a hearty laugh, broad smile and told some pretty corny jokes as ice breakers that always seemed to work just right. Above all he had a loving heart and incredible compassion that moved him to take action. He was loved by many from all the areas he impacted through his volunteerism and charity--he will be deeply, deeply missed. Rockland and all of us who knew him are a little poorer for his passing this morning. God Bless and keep Jeffrey Keahon you will always be remembered a giant in service to others." -- Fellow Rotarian and Clarkstown Councilman George Hoehmann </i></li>
<li><i>"The term, 'he made a difference and he will be missed" are used many times. I can say to all in Rockland County that when it comes to Jeffrey Keahon no truer words can be spoken. In the years that I had the pleasure to know him, no one worked harder and was more relentless then he, to make the lives of those who had any type of disability better." -- Dan Salmon, Jawonio Board member.</i></li>
<li><i>"We lost a good man who truly cared about this community called Rockland, and all who reside here. Jeff, you were a friend and a partner in so many endeavors, and you can never be replaced. Rockland is a lesser place without your being among us."-- Rockland County Legislator Ed Day.</i></li>
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<br />Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-57129178009900532462013-09-18T16:21:00.000-04:002013-10-12T15:56:21.598-04:00Pearl River philanthropist Jeffrey Keahon who 'embodied service' dies at 69<span class="pp"></span>Jeffrey Keahon, a respected Rockland County philanthropist and student of history, died Wednesday at the Joe Raso Hospice Residence in New City. He was 69.<br />
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Keahon served as president of the Nyack Hospital Foundation, Keep Rockland Beautiful, the Rockland YMCA, and the Rotary Club of Pearl River. Since 1992, he served as a board member with Jawonio, an agency that aids people with developmental disabilities in Rockland, Westchester and New Jersey.<span class="aa"></span><br />
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At one time or another, Keahon was also involved with Rotary International District 7210, which covers 66 communities and eight counties of the Hudson Valley; the Hi-Tor Animal Care Center; NAMI-FAMILYA of Rockland County; and the Rockland Community Foundation just to name a few.<span class="aa"></span><br />
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Jawonio CEO Jill Warner said in a statement that Keahon devoted his life to service to others.<span class="aa"></span><br />
<span class="pp"></span>“He was one of the most ardent supporters of mental illness and developmental disabilities, and his voice ... will be missed,” Warner said. “He served with distinction at Jawonio, and I will miss a very dear friend, mentor and individual who embodied service before self.”<span class="aa"></span><br />
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Keahon was honored over the years for his community service, including receiving the Philanthropist of the Year award from the Rockland Development Council. Jawonio, the Mental Health Association of Rockland, the Association for the Visually Impaired and the Arthritis Foundation also presented him with awards in gratitude for his contributions.<span class="aa"></span><br />
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A history buff, Keahon also was the past president of the Historical Society of Rockland County and a member of the American Revolutionary Round Table. In 2009, he portrayed Henry Hudson to commemorate the quadricentennial of the explorer’s voyage up the Hudson River.<span class="aa"></span><br />
<span class="pp"></span>Keahon served with the U.S. Army’s 387th Transportation Company in Vietnam. He went on to work for 16 years at Keahon Brothers Inc., a Rockland concrete company established in the 1930s by his father and two uncles.<span class="aa"></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.lohud.com/article/20130918/NEWS02/309180083/Pearl-River-philanthropist-Jeffrey-Keahon-who-embodied-service-dies-69">http://www.lohud.com/article/20130918/NEWS02/309180083/Pearl-River-philanthropist-Jeffrey-Keahon-who-embodied-service-dies-69</a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-15937215890398207612013-09-18T13:55:00.000-04:002013-10-24T23:15:48.541-04:00“Consummate Volunteer” Jeffrey Keahon Died Today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>From the Pearl River Patch:</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">News of Jeffrey's passing drew reactions on the local patch.</span><br />
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<li><i>"The breath and depth of Jeffery's compassion and philanthrophy cannot be fully shared for much of it was kept confidential at his request. For over the 45 years of our relationship, he gave a great deal of money to both well known organizations and unknown individuals, as did his dad before him. No heart bigger, no help greater, no caring more. God rest this gentle and generous soul and keep him looking after us." -- Rockland County Legislator John Murphy</i></li>
<li><i>"Jeffrey was a warm, witty, wonderful man. He has served on Hi Tor Animal Care Center's Board of Directors, as a director and as Vice President for the last several years. He has always been a voice of reason and common sense helping the Board make decisions in the best interest of the organization and the homeless animals in our care. He will be deeply missed as a colleague, friend, mentor and true advocate. Thank you, Jeffrey, for all we have learned from you and for all you have done on our behalf. You will remain in our hearts and prayers." -- Hi-Tor Animal Shelter President Roberta Bangs.</i></li>
<li><i>"I served as Assistant District Governor under Jeffrey when he was District Governor for Rotary International District 7210. I have often marveled at his untiring dedication to his beloved Pearl River Club, District 7210 and Rotary International where be became an ambassador speaking personally about how we can all help and support "Our Foundation." He was so dedicated to so many not-for-profits and causes within our community raising funds and awareness. Jeffrey was indeed a great man who put service to others above self. He was most generous with a hearty laugh, broad smile and told some pretty corny jokes as ice breakers that always seemed to work just right. Above all he had a loving heart and incredible compassion that moved him to take action. He was loved by many from all the areas he impacted through his volunteerism and charity--he will be deeply, deeply missed. Rockland and all of us who knew him are a little poorer for his passing this morning. God Bless and keep Jeffrey Keahon you will always be remembered a giant in service to others." -- Fellow Rotarian and Clarkstown Councilman George Hoehmann </i></li>
<li><i>"The term, 'he made a difference and he will be missed" are used many times. I can say to all in Rockland County that when it comes to Jeffrey Keahon no truer words can be spoken. In the years that I had the pleasure to know him, no one worked harder and was more relentless then he, to make the lives of those who had any type of disability better." -- Dan Salmon, Jawonio Board member.</i></li>
<li><i>"We lost a good man who truly cared about this community called Rockland, and all who reside here. Jeff, you were a friend and a partner in so many endeavors, and you can never be replaced. Rockland is a lesser place without your being among us."-- Rockland County Legislator Ed Day.</i></li>
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<a href="http://pearlriver.patch.com/groups/obituaries/p/visitation-for-jeffrey-keahon-set-for-this-weekend" target="_blank">http://pearlriver.patch.com/groups/obituaries/p/visitation-for-jeffrey-keahon-set-for-this-weekend</a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-36734263931940388082013-09-13T19:20:00.000-04:002013-10-12T19:53:34.080-04:00The heyday of Tice and Van Riper farms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's a bit of nostalgia for the good old days. Many of us remember our visits to Tice's and Van Riper's on crisp fall days to get apples, cider and pumpkins. And that wonderful trough at Tice's where you could hold your cup up to the spiggot and get all the cider you could drink. Oh, and don't forget the fresh doughnuts. I remember my mother introducing me to the little old lady who ran the doughnut machine at Tice's. She had once been my mother's elementary school teacher many years ago! <br />
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Alas, these wonderful old farms are no more. We think you'll enjoy reading about them in this article, which gives us a feeling for old New Jersey. <br />
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-56180334403318433782013-09-12T18:23:00.000-04:002013-10-31T13:23:37.240-04:00Yaixia and Shane We have some new pages on the archives that you'll want to see:<br />
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Shane Wiley and Yaixia Justiz:<br />
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Yaixia and Shane's Wedding Album: <br />
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<br />Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-30893888197525927292013-09-05T21:51:00.000-04:002013-10-12T15:54:06.732-04:00Those Burlington Girls! <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">They are the It Girls.</span><br />
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They all have "it" - that Burlington look - beautiful! I think it's mainly in the eyebrows and cheekbones, but there's also a certain <i>je ne sais quoi</i>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We are here today to remember Mary Ann Evans Burlington.
<span class="GramE">I, Patsy</span>, am her oldest daughter but not far behind me
are Mary Lee, Sheila <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and Maureen . We
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mary Ann Evans grew up in Montvale, NJ with loving <span class="GramE">parents ,</span> Mary and Bernard, a sister Grace and a brother
Bernard affectionately called Buster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She was extremely bright, an excellent student and in high school was the
only girl in the Trigonometry class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
was on the tennis and golf team and was always interested in writing. Her
father, an accountant was a graduate of Pace University and was on the board
when my mother began her studies there. She majored in Journalism and landed her
first job in NYC at the ITT.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At age 21,
she married our Dad, William Burlington, who also lived in Montvale.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew the Burlington family as our
father’s sister, Alice was my mother’s childhood friend. Her career was short
lived as she soon had four daughters <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and
stayed at home to raise her family in Ridgewood and later in Glen Rock.</span></div>
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opportunity to do some modeling. One day, she saw an ad for a Miss Ridgewood
Contest and she decided to enter. She neglected to say that she was actually
<span class="SpellE">Mrs</span> and had 4 toddlers at home. She reminisced to me
one day that she never thought she would win and when she did she had to give up
her title! She continued modeling at church luncheons and even modeled with my
two daughters at their school‘s fashion show.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But her passion was volunteering and she was
involved in many community programs including teaching swimming at the Y to
children with disabilities, working with the Girl Scouts, assisting the nurses
at the Valley Home Clinic in Glen Rock and chairing the Deanery Committee at St
Catharine’s . <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a volunteer, she is
most <span class="GramE">remembered<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>for</span> her dedication to Valley Hospital for over 40 years first as a
Gray Lady delivering flowers and later working in the emergency room.</span></div>
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mother’s other <span class="GramE">“ passions</span>”… politics, line dancing,
country music, Judge Judy, summer nights in Belmar with Bobby Byrne<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>reading the Enquirer because inquiring minds need to know. Her sense of
humor always made our day and her upbeat personality made being around her such
fun. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She never missed </span></div>
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to “stay up” and watch with my grandmother and mother and to this day, I have
enjoyed the show every year with my mother. </span></div>
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how she would send us off to school and head to Bamberger’s probably looking for
a new coat! And even when she couldn’t get to the mall, she was catalog shopping
and enjoying hunting for that perfect new outfit. We four daughters often
benefited from these shopping sprees as she would insist that <span class="GramE">we<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>buy</span> a “prize”. But
even with all of these interests, writing was at the top of the list.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She continued her
love of writing throughout the years in her many journals and even
self-published her memoir Life in the Past Lane. Her sons-in-laws<span class="GramE">,(</span> Brian Deceased), Phil and Ray and her<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>grandchildren Kelly, Kara, Julie, Jessica,
Scott, Laura, Megan, Michael , Kevin and Jill and great –grandchildren , Connor
and Hope, Ella, Owen and Teddy, Reilly, Matthew and Allyson, Jack and Lily, Mary
and William, Molly and Matthew can attest to her loving notes sent with every
birthday card with her signature <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>yellow
smile face. With ten grandchildren and fourteen great-<span class="GramE">grandchildren <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(</span> and
one on the way) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to remember, we marveled
at her organization. They all had a special place in her <span class="SpellE">heart<span class="GramE">..she</span></span> attended every college
graduation and every wedding<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and was
interested in all of them. Her generosity knew no bounds as she was always
treating some family member to an unexpected <span class="GramE">gift ..and</span>
when you said it was too much, she would say, “Just say thank you”. And now it
is our turn to just say thank you, Mother <span class="GramE">for<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>your</span> generosity, for your love , for
the happy beach memories in Spring Lake and the care free days at the Lake with
the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Evans’ and the <span class="SpellE">Cassidys'</span>. You
always were our Christmas angel and we will never forget all the special themes
that you created to make Christmas magical for your family. You <span class="GramE">loved<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>hosting</span> parties
and even at the end you were planning a 4<span style="font-size: small;"><sup>th</sup> of July family reunion at
the beach. We will carry your independent spirit, your <span class="GramE">faith
,your</span> love of family and the memories you gave to all of us in our hearts
forever.</span></span></div>
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Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-59610133023440810602013-03-15T20:00:00.000-04:002013-11-05T12:54:42.236-05:00There's Something About Mary <span style="font-size: large;">The message on my answering service was from my cousin Julianne Keahon, who was saying in breathlessly: "I just received Aunt Mary's Mass program in the mail, and I can't get over how elegant she looks!. When I saw the program I agreed that she did indeed. That had always been a perfect word to describe Mary Burlington. Always beautifully dressed, model-thin and with a regal bearing, she was the epitome of elegance. And in addition to that she was beautiful, inside and out. We all mourn her passing as the <span style="font-size: x-large;">end of an era</span>. </span><br />
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Mary Ann (neé Evans) Burlington, of Glen Rock and Spring Lake, died Saturday, March 9, 2013. Born in Jersey City, NJ, raised in Montvale, she graduated from Park Ridge High School and majored in Journalism at Pace University in New York City. <br />
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She was predeceased by her parents, Mary and Bernard A. Evans and her beloved husband, William E. Burlington. She was the sister to the late Bernard M. Evans and Grace Miller. She is survived by her loving daughters, Patricia B. Madden of Mahwah, Mary Lee Clancy and her late husband Brian of Spring Lake Heights, Sheila B. Finnerty and her husband Raymond of Vienna, VA and Maureen B. Caffrey and her husband Philip of Glen Rock. Loving Grandmother to Kelly Crispell, Kara DuRie, Julie Molthen, Jessica Madden, Scott Caffrey, Laura Lang, Megan Jolin, Michael Clancy, Kevin Finnerty and Jill Clancy. Cherished great-grandmother to Connor and Hope Crispell, Reilly, Matthew and Allison Molthen, Ella, Owen and Teddy DuRie, Mary and William Caffrey, Jack and Lily Lang, Molly Finnerty and Matthew Jolin. <br />
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years she worked in the emergency room. She made many contributions to her community, as a swim teacher to children with disabilities at the YMCA, as a Girl Scout Leader, as a volunteer at the Valley Health Clinic in Glen Rock, and as a member of the Deanery at St. Catharine's Church in Glen Rock. She was a member of the Ridgewood Country Club and Belmar Fishing Club. Mary and her family were blessed with many happy memories in Spring Lake. She will be remembered for her independent spirit, her unending generosity, her strong faith, her love of writing and most of all her love of family. <br />
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Visiting hours will be Thursday 2 - 4 & 7 - 9pm at the Vander Plaat Funeral Home, <a href="http://www.vpfh.com/">www.vpfh.com</a>, 257 Godwin Ave., Wyckoff, NJ 07481. Funeral Mass will be Friday, 10:00am at St. Catharine's Church, 905 Maple Ave., Glen Rock, NJ with internment to follow at the Ascension Cemetery in Monsey, NY. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to The Friends of Rich Fritzky Trust, 9 Roseville Road, Stanhope, NJ 07874.<br />
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Published in Asbury Park Press on March 12, 2013<br />
.Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-13963467208133785972013-03-12T21:00:00.000-04:002013-10-25T16:47:28.091-04:00Mary's Memories of growing up in MontvaleMary Ann Evans grew up in Montvale, New Jersey. She and Alice Burlington attended grammar school together, and she married Alice's brother Bill. Here are some of her memories of those golden days:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A celebration of the life of Cindy Koeppel was held on Saturday June 30 , 2012, in the Berkshires. Here are some pictures from that weekend:</span><br />
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Dear Family and Friends,<br />
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As you know, my mother passed away on February 21, 2011. She was on her way out to California at the time, so we had the funeral and burial out here in Half Moon Bay. Since it wasn’t possible for the family to get together at that time, we decided to have a celebration of her life this summer in hopes that many of you who loved Cindy would be able to come and share memories and remember my mother. <br />
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We hope you can join us on Saturday, June 30 in the Berkshires at the beautiful Mepal Manor in New Marlborough, Mass. We'll begin in the Carriage House with a digital slide show of photos of my mother's life as well as share memories and stories. Next we'll move to the Manor for lunch. If you can't make it but would like one of us to read something you've written, please send this to Pamela at <a href="mailto:burlingtonblog@gmail.com">burlingtonblog@gmail.com</a>.<br />
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For more information please visit the <a href="http://event.pingg.com/CelebratingCindy" target="_blank">Event Page</a> <br />
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Please RSVP by June 15.<br />
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We hope to see everyone there!<br />
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Love, <br />
Heidi (along with Henry, Jessica, Pamela and Hilary)<br />
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Date: June 30th, 2012, 11:30am<br />
Location: Mepal Manor<br />
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100 Stone Manor Dr<br />
New Marlborough, MA 01230<br />
(413) 229-3498<br />
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<br />Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-1489660902026266472012-06-30T14:30:00.000-04:002013-10-31T13:48:02.747-04:00My Homage to Cindy <div align="LEFT">
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As I look back and reminisce I can think of so many great qualities she embodied. Here are a few: <br />
</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;">Cindy was </span></span><b><i><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;">cool</span></span></i></b><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;">, strong, fun, brave, generous, fearless, an independent thinker, and much, much more. </span></span></span><br /></div>
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How cool was it to have a big sister who had a fast English bike? <br />
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Then, a big handsome horse named Question Mark? <br />
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A gorgeous Russian wolfhound called "Dort"? <br />
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A moped that could chug all the way up Rockleigh Road to Palisades [scary!], a VW Bug to tool around in. <br />
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a handsome, bearded boy friend with a MOTORCYCLE?! WOW!! <br />
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Cindy ruled my world!! <br />
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What Cindy did, I wanted to do, but never quite could: <br />
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She loved hanging out at Pegasus Stables, barrel -racing horses. She would ride only the wildest horses and usually rode bareback. <br />
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Onetime, I remember, she rode Question Mark, bareback, right into the Hudson River-Brave only begins to describe her! <br />
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Other amazing, fearless and fun moments together included; <br />
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Hitting Palisades Park and riding the Cyclone Roller coaster 13 times in a row-Believe it or Not! <br />
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Another time, Cindy took me to Nyack to the 11 PM showing of a new film, just opening called…"Psycho!’ The title might have tipped us off-I will never forget the two of us screaming our heads off and driving the VW Bug home-FAST. <br />
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Our summers in the Berkshires with our family, were spent having fun playing Monopoly and card games endlessly. Cyn seemed like a regular Annie Oakley picking off chipmunks with her BB gun-then it was on to Lake Garfield where loved to fish and she was the star of the waterskiing crowd. [I couldn’t even get up!] <br />
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When I think of Cindy I have to mention the word Generous. <br />
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She was so giving-she gave the gift of her time-she listened endlessly to all of my problems [as she continued to do all through her life] and gave wise counseling to her little sister whenever I needed it! Being so generous was probably what I will remember most about her—I mean she even helped me get babysitting jobs when she had outgrown them at the Hoban’s and the Gates’s. <br />
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Cindy always shared and if you needed a ride, a pickup or whatever she never said ‘no’-she was there for you, no questions asked. <br />
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When Cyn got a job with a local animal hospital where she earned the princely sum of $90 a week for hard, hard work she even floated me little loans—which I really appreciated—and probably never paid back. She was truly kind!! Cindy was a free spirit—with her tight jeans and boyish figure—who else would dare to go topless when we went to the beach? No one I knew could pull it off except Cindy. <br />
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After Cindy and Henry became a steady couple the fun continued. They loved Greek food and, once again, amazed me by taking me to a Mediterranean restaurant in NYC and ordering an entire lamb’s head-probably Henry’s influence. We ate the whole thing including the eyeballs! <br />
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Cindy was also the resident guru in our house in Rockleigh-practicing Transcendental Meditation with Henry, daily, on the porch. She would analyze every lyric that Bob Dylan or John Lennon could come up with and listened to their music day and night. <br />
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One song that I will always connect with my sister and those wonderful, golden, growing-ip together years is "imagine" by John Lennon. Every time I hear it I think of her and how much fun we had together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I loved her very much.</span></span><br />
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Where shall I begin with my memories of Cindy? She was my sister. I knew her for almost my entire life. I remember the first time I saw her, when my Aunt Valerie Somers brought me to the hospital at the U. S. Marine Base in Quantico, where she was born. I remember standing outside and looking in the window at this baby with long black hair, thinking what a strange sister she was! It was quite a while before I realized that the long black hair had been my mother's!<br />
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She was a beautiful baby. We both had the Somers blue eyes, but Cindy's were the prettiest -- a beautiful aqua blue. She had my mother's form and athletic abilities. <br />
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She was a natural horsewoman. I remember that we both started out together at the riding stables in Closter. I couldn't make it down the rather steep hill from the barn to the riding ring, and that turned out to be my last lesson. Although my mother never pressed me, I'd always felt a little guilty about that until I read in her journal that she'd had the same experience with her first ride, and never got on a horse again! Cindy on the other hand took to riding like a duck takes to water. She'd hang out at Pegasus Stables after we moved to Rockleigh, and actually worked there.<br />
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My parents decided to buy her a horse. She named her horse Question Mark, and he was kept in the old carriage room underneath the house. She developed great riding skills but also had this natural instinct for horses. I'm told that horses can smell fear, which is what I think happened to me, as my horse had immediately started to act up which frightened me even more. I love the story I recently heard from my brother-in-law Henry, about how he and Cindy were sitting on the porch at Hupi Farm -- our house on Hupi Road that preceded the Rock Ridge house -- and suddenly a horse came out of the woods onto the lawn. They figured it belonged to Mr. Lankenau, who lived down the road and kept horses). With a combination of skill and daring, Cindy went over to the hourse, calmed it down, climbed on it, and rode it bareback back to the Lankenau's. Henry said that it was then that he realized how skilled she was, but also how<br />
how this other quality of brazenness combined with her skill to make her the truly excellent horsewoman that she was.<br />
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She was a great animal lover. Perhaps she got this from her maternal Grandfather, Harry J, Burlington, who had been President of the <em>New Jersey Fish and Game Commission,</em> and was an early environmentalist and active conservationist. And as a man of the times, he also loved to hunt and fish! <br />
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We often laughed about Cindy having inherited the Burlington fishing gene. Nobody in the family loved to fish as much as she did, and she could sit for hours patiently waiting. She had no problems baiting a hook or removing the fish and preparing it, whereas I tended to be rather sqeamish about those things. Years later, during all her vacations in Maine with her husband and children, she spent most of the time clamming and fishing. It was a tradition for them to bring back fresh steamers and lobsters to my parents' house, something we looked forward to at summer's end, a time to gather for a big fish dinner. In the springtime when the shad was running in New Jersey rivers, she'd cook shad with shad roe, carrying on another Burlington tradition. If we got lucky, along with the shad would be some morel mushrooms, which were in season at the same time. <br />
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Speaking of morels, Cindy had the reputation for being the Family Finder. I remember she found one morel that was the size of a brain and looked like one. <br />
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Whenever anyone lost something they would turn to Cindy, who'd have an uncanny way of finding it. It was better than praying to Saint Anthony, although that sometimes worked as well. I remember when we were growing up we used to go up the Hudson River in my father's speedboat to these old beaches that used to be open during World War II. The pavilions were still there, but they weren't really open to the public any more. I remember losing my brand new retainer on the beach there. All that sand! By the time I realized it had fallen out, I had no idea where it could possibly be. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. But my mother called Cindy over and she soon found it. I also remember losing a contact lens once in a laundromat in Great Barrington -- all the mist in the air caused it to fall right out of my eye. I figured it was lost for good, but Cindy found it in the filter of a washing machine. These were truly amazing feats in my eyes, and there were many stories like that. Needless to say, she was also good at finding morels, which made her a star in our family.<br />
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After we moved to Rockleigh, Cindy, Hilary and I all attended the <em>Rosehaven School for Girls</em> in Rockleigh, and then Cindy and I were sent away to my mother's alma mater, <em>The School of the Holy Child</em> in Suffern, New York. Cindy tended to be a bit of a rebel there, and would be doing things like borrowing books off my parents' bedstand - I remember the Frog Pond and the Split Level Trap - and sneaking them back to school. Well the nuns didn't go for this in a big way, and much to my mother's dismay, Cindy ended up graduating from Northern Valley High School, which was fine with Cindy. She did very well there, then went on to attend <em>The College of New Rochelle</em>, where she met her good friend Ellen, but she found this Catholic women's college to be too restrictive also, and ended up earning her b.s. degree at Fairleigh Dickenson. It was here that she met her husband, Henry Koeppel. Henry, who had a degree in electrical engineering, was running the university's computer lab. One of Cindy's teachers, Martin Feldman, was a friend of Henry's. When Cindy was in the hospital recovering from a car accident, Henry brought her some notes for Martin's class, and that was how they met!<br />
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Cindy did very well scholastically when she set her mind to it, and had an aptitude for science. She had a high IQ, having inherited my mother's brains as well as her athletic abilities. At Suffern she had excelled in sports, just as my mother had, making varsity in basketball and field hockey, keeping alive the Burlington tradition set by my mother. And of course Cindy had her horseback riding too. She became friends with a vet named Steve Shaff who lived up the road from us in Rockleigh. Perhaps inspired by him as well as by her love for animals, she decided that she wanted to become a vet, but she was discouraged from doing that, being told that it was almost impossible for a woman to get into vet school. I remember being surprised when she told me this, but recently verified it;<br />
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<em>Fifty years ago, women experienced difficulties enrolling at U.S. veterinary
schools and there were very few female veterinarians. The practice of
discrimination was so accepted that some veterinary schools sent out rejection
letters to female applicants telling them, frankly, that the school didn't
accept women. Today, four veterinary schools or colleges have female deans, and
veterinary classes are on average 75 percent women (sometimes up to and over 90
percent). This year - for the first time in history - female veterinarians
outnumber men, according to a news story appearing in the June 15 issue of the
Journal of the American Veterinary Medical Association</em><br />
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Cindy was always surrounded by pets. In the beginning there were lots of dogs. Of course there was Smoky, our collie, who had been a gift from our Uncle Arthur Burlington when we were living in North Carolina, and followed us to Closter, and then Rockleigh. How we all loved that dog! <br />
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Then there was a little dog named Honey who was a mutt but we loved her. Sadly, Honey died in childbirth in a nearby field, because she was too small for the big babies to come out. I still remember that day when Cindy <br />
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Our first Borzoi, named Dort, was actually Cindy's pet. Later came the other two Borzois: Daphne and Chloe, that belonged to my mother. <br />
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Then there was a little white dog named Puff that Cindy's friend Chuck Glass had given her, and that she in turn gave to our parents. Puff started out little but actually grew into a large dog, being part Labrador Retriever.<br />
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I think that by that time Cindy was getting into cats -- and there were many of them. I still remember some of her first cats, named Lion and Midnight, but there were many others. Not sure what the total number was, but you could expect to be surrounded by cats when you visited Rockleigh. And sometimes you could find mice too. </div>
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Then came the ferrets.<br />
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The ferrets terrified the cats. When a ferret walked into the room the cat jumped up on a chair! Ferrets ruled, There was Beast, Zaphod, Trillian and Teddy, Mickey and Minnie, and finally Fat Boy and Skinny Girl, with others in between.<br />
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There always seemed to be turtles in the fishtank, and then came the frogs. I remember some albino frogs that looked like they were made of marzipan. You never knew what you'd find in Cindy's aquariums. You could even find fish! Then there was the scorpion that had been smuggled in from Oaxaca, and that called for a terrarium. <br />
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There was also a backyard menagerie Chez Cindy. Cindy and Henry had the good luck of having their backyard abut Boy Scout Woods, which go on forever, and can never be sold for development. Consequently, there was always plenty of wild life around. Deer and wild turkeys could often be seen wandering through the property.<br />
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On a (slightly) tamer level, there was Possie and her brood - the possum that came right up to the kitchen door to be fed!<br />
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And then there was the family of raccoons that would come by<br />
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and there was White Squirrel, the albino squirrel that was almost like a pet. <br />
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Even a red fox came by. The word was out!<br />
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Cindy was also a bird watcher. She had birdfeeders and hummingbird feeders and suet packs on the trees. She loved telling me about all the birds that came to her feeders: the woodpeckers, the yellow finches, the male and female cardinals, the hummingbirds.<br />
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When we were growing up there were still lots of turtles and snakes in the wild, and Cindy would find and catch them. While I was squeamish about picking up snakes, Cindy never had a problem with that, and loved to wiggle them in my face. Most were garter snakes, but I remember one big black snake that took up residence in the walls, and didn't emerge until spring. I seem to remember it disappearing down the toilet! <br />
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This great love and empathy for animals no doubt came from her mother Alice and her grandfather Harry J. Burlington. Her Burlington uncles were all animal lovers, keepers of horses and dogs, and hunters and fishermen. Cindy was a real Burlington. <br />
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In 1978 Cindy and Henry bought their house in Rockleigh from my parents, who were now living at Rock Ridge, in Monterey Massachusettes. So Cindy inherited my mother's gardens, and of course also inherited her love of gardening. Like our mother, Cindy had a green thumb. She grew these wonderful indoor plants in her sunny kitchen.<br />
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There were huge Birds of Paradise that flourished there for years, and just kept getting bigger and bigger. <br />
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Outside there were also many different flowers. I remember the yellow lady slippers that would bloom for Mother's Day.<br />
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My mother got them years ago from her two German friends, Hilda and Greta, who were also into mushrooming. Cindy kept them growing, as well as the gorgeous pink azaleas that our mother had planted years before. In addition, she had colorful tulips in the spring that the deer loved to eat, and many other seasonal flowers throughout the spring, summer and fall. One of the highlights were the ever changing and colorful day lilies.<br />
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Cindy was always quite a character. She would "get in trouble" far more often than I would. I remember my mother saying that I was such a "good"<br />
child compared to Cindy, who was always getting into things. When she was little, she was naughty, doing things like emptying the kitchen cabinets of all pots and pans. When she was older she actually ran away from home once. She'd overheard her parents talking about how they might take her horse away as punishment for something that was (according to Cindy) more of a misunderstanding than a misdeed. So she took Dad's Sears card and she and her friend, a neighbor named Richard, drove south, heading for Oaxaca, Mexico. They were planning to visit my Aunt Valerie who lived there at that time, which would have been quite a surprise for her. They got as far as San Antonio, Texas, where their car broke down, before her distraught parents were able to track her down with the help of Peter and Joan Gates, our neighbors in Rockleigh. Cindy baby-sat for them and was great friends with them, and she called them when she got in trouble. Her father made them come back by bus. What a comedown that was! <br />
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So Cindy was always a wild one. I remember when she came to visit me once when I was at Georgetown in Washington DC, and it was time for Cindy to be there and there was no Cindy. I was really starting to get worried when I got the call -- she was in jail in Maryland and needed to be bailed out! She had been speeding, which was not all that hard to do. We all did it back in those days. I remember being proud of being able to make it home in four hours, by going 80 all the way. Those were the days. <br />
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I was talking to our cousin Julianne Keahon the other day, who remembers<br />
Cindy as always being a lot of fun. "She was never boring", says Julie. "We always had a good time when Cindy was around. She'd bring out all the things you'd like to do but were afraid to do." Julie apparently had a rather strict upbringing, so being around her wilder older cousin was an adventure. I remember Cindy always playing the clown. She had the Somers sense of humor, but with a certain subtle twist that often manifested as slapstick. Perhaps that was the Burlington twist! <br />
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Another thing Cindy was known for in the family was her generosity. Not sure how she initially got that reputation, but it was well-earned. She was always easygoing and you could ask her for anything and she would do just about anything for you. She was a wonderful mother to her girls, who never lacked anything. And she took good care of her husband too. <br />
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Cindy had a wonderful family life, but I always felt that she didn't get a chance to try her wings. I remember when I was living in Seattle, we were planning for her to come out for a visit. She really wanted to, but Life interrupted. By then she had a man in her life, and things were getting pretty serious pretty fast. I was taken by surprise when the next thing I heard was that she and Henry had eloped! She didn't seem to care about material things, or having a big wedding and getting gifts. Well that certainly did put a crimp on her plans to visit me, and the next thing I knew Cindy and Henry were expecting a baby! Soon Jessica arrived, and I remember the wonderful nursery that was decorated with animals. It was quite unique -- I had never seen a room like that before. Not long after that, along came Jessica's sister Heidi. <br />
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It was around that time that Cindy started getting interested in music. Music<br />
was to be a life-long love of hers. She was having some problems then,<br />
I think coming to terms with being a mother of two with no clear career path before her. She liked to say that she put herself through therapy using the albums of John Lennon. Of course there was <em>Imagine</em>, and I also remember her singing <em>Mother,</em> so plaintively. Cindy discovered the power of John Lennon years before I did. She resonated with what he was saying while I was still mooning over Paul and Hilary was mooning over George. <br />
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Cindy told me once about how I had sparked her interest in music when I brought home some albums from college and left them for her to listen to. Soon she became addicted to Joan Baez, singing <em>Farewell Angelina</em> and Bob Dylan singing just about anything. But in later years she was the one who ended up introducing me to so much music. I remember getting a real musical education when riding up to the Berkshires with Cindy and Henry in their car. They had a great sound system and all these wonderful tapes. There was <em>Jessica</em> by the Allman Brothers, and <em>Angie</em> on the <em>Goats Head Soup</em> album -- I can still hear her wailing <em>Angie</em>! Then there were the early Neil Young albums <em>Crazy Horse</em> and <em>After the Gold Rush,</em> that incredible voice of his, singing:<br />
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<em>Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying<br /> In the yellow haze of the sun<br /> There were children crying and colors flying<br /> All around the chosen ones<br /> All in a dream, all in a dream<br /> The loading had begun<br /> Flyin' Mother nature's silver seed<br /> To a new home in the sun</em><br />
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And there was John Fogerty's <em>Fortunate Son</em> - "<em>It ain't me, it ain't me. I ain't no fortunate one</em>." And Steve Earle, and Phil Ochs, and Harry Chapin<br />
and Tom Paxton. And Lynyrd Skynyrd's <em>Free Bird</em>. And the wonderful singer/songwriters Nancy Griffith, and Janis Ian. Yes, I really did get quite a musical education from Cindy!<br />
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She stepped it up when she introduced me to Vin Scelsa, whose <em> Idiot's Delight</em> was on WNEW at the time. We both became addicted to Vin's show, which started at 8pm on Saturday night and went until the wee hours of the morning, until whenever Vin finally decided to quit and go home. It would sometimes take four 90 minute tapes to get the whole show. Cindy and I both taped, providing backup in case one or the other had a mechanical failure. And we'd often share. It was exciting: we were being exposed to the best singer/songwriter music of the nineties, and there was so much going on then -- it was a vibrant world. Vin would usually have a live guest, and there would hours of wonderful music and talk that could not be heard elsewhere. And I had Cindy to thank for introducing me to all that. <br />
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I've only known one other person who exposed me to music in quite the same way, and that was Robert Knight, who on his program <em>Earthwatch</em> on WBAI, is always surprising me with musical selections that either remind me of years ago, or that I somehow missed hearing years ago. In fact I was listening last night as he played a lovely blast from the past by Laura Nyro called <em>Stoned Soul Picnic -</em> another song I had first learned from Cindy! He announced that he did not know what got into his head to play that song. I suggested to him that it might have been Cindy! He sent his love and condolences, saying how privileged he had been to have known the greatness and poetry of Cindy, as well as that of my entire family.<br />
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The next thing I had to be grateful to Cindy for was my introduction to video games. <span style="font-size: large;">Yes!!!</span> Christmas at Cindy's was the only place to be -- it brought back memories of enchanted Christmases we'd had as children. Cindy was an early adopter of video games. She always had to be state of the art -- from Nintendo to Sega to Gameboy to the X-Box. And she kept track of all the games that were hot. Oh, the wonder of discovering games at Cindy's house will never be forgotten! How I loved <em>The Ys</em>, and <em>Zelda</em> and <em>Final Fantasy</em> - the adventures, the puzzles and even the action games like <em>Alec Kidd</em> and <em>Frogger</em>. I'd sit mesmerized for hours, with the same mug of breakfast coffee sitting forgotten in my lap, as I scaled heights, hopped over logs, fought enemies, solved puzzles. This was a world of such magic, a whole new place to escape to. And once again, I had Cindy to thank for showing me that. I went on to get involved with computer RPGs like Sierra Online's <em>King's Quest</em> series and the <em>Ultima</em> series (the story of Lord British). Cindy never really got into the computer games, although of course the game machines were computers. <br />
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So these are the things I most remember and miss about Cindy. There were many other things, of course. There was her real estate career, her nursing career. There was her love of yard sales and collectibles. There was her career on ebay, collecting and selling baseball cards, and Ty beanie babies -- she had to get 'em all! I miss getting those beanie baby presents, I miss getting all those cards and gifts at Christmas and Easter, those birthday remembrances. Yes, Cindy did have some problems with clutter, but perhaps selfishly on my part, I loved going to her house precisely because it was like coming home. There would be all those books up there on the second floor that were the same ones I had grown up with. It would be fun to pick up an old book and have a flood of memories accompany it. I could go anywhere, but everything was still there -- for me -- over at Cindy's house. <br />
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Cindy was also a great hostess, and I have memories of wonderful holiday meals cooked at her house. Both she and Henry loved to cook and would take turns making and baking things. At Christmas time she'd always make the traditional Noels and "family secret" caramels that my mother used to make. But I especially enjoyed the seafood meals. As I mentioned before, they vacationed in Maine, and would sail up the coast in Henry's boat, where once there, they'd stay for maybe a month, fishing and enjoying the beauty of Mt. Desert Island and environs. Then they'd come back bearing gifts from the sea, and wild blueberries they had picked themselves and fantastic fudge from Perry's Nuthouse. Back home they kept their sailboat at the Nyack Boat Club, and they'd sometimes invite me and my friends to go sailing on the Hudson. How did I return the favors? Well<br />
Cindy used to love coming over to my house to watch the Macy's Fourth of July fireworks in my living room. The barges were positioned right beneath my windows, and it was an experience that she totally loved.<br />
Another little tradition we had was going to Chinatown for Vietnamese food. Afterwards Cindy loved to roam around looking for deals like cheap watches, designer knock offs, 9/11 mementos, live turtles -- all those things that so charmed her that could be found only in Chinatown. <br />
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I miss her so much. I had imagined that we would be growing old together, sharing our memories. At least a couple of times a week now I pause and think that I should give Cindy a call, before I catch myself. But today I've come to say goodbye to her. <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">And so, my beloved sister, until we meet </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">again -- perhaps in a restaurant somewhere at the end of the universe --</span> so long, and</span> <span style="font-size: large;">thanks for all the fish</span>.<br />
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<strong>Pamela Somers</strong><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;">Saturday June 30</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;">th </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri,Calibri;"><span style="font-size: medium;">2012</span>
</span></span>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-62236154302821064432012-03-15T22:45:00.011-04:002012-03-16T00:08:06.439-04:00Alice's Journal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-aO2pTCIPVR5XPICOhbZHqUGUeD6rh4bci-N16_ibiMJt2_ss91APeLeMIhfnQ4UdQGKbyCLRc8bU-VFqfJzzpa8iaf5DPHy2137DEszhBs4gC8cwjrvr8b1SeECIc5YWsal2QhB2suS/s1600/aliceage10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-aO2pTCIPVR5XPICOhbZHqUGUeD6rh4bci-N16_ibiMJt2_ss91APeLeMIhfnQ4UdQGKbyCLRc8bU-VFqfJzzpa8iaf5DPHy2137DEszhBs4gC8cwjrvr8b1SeECIc5YWsal2QhB2suS/s320/aliceage10.jpg" width="211px" /></a> <br />
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In 1997, Alice Burlington Somers sat down to record her memories in what she called "my journal", so we're calling it that, even though I suppose it's technically a memoir.<br />
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The first chapter, entitled "Childhood", contains Alice's memories of growing up in Montvale New Jersey during the 1920's and 30's. It tells stories of her childhood and of her family, including the halcyon days spent at the seashore in Belmar NJ. Alice had a great love for the Jersey Shore all her life, and this chapter gives us a glimpse of the happy days spent there by the whole family. Alice was the youngest of six, having four older brothers and one sister. I remember her saying once that those childhood days were the happiest ones of her life. And they laid the foundation for the woman she would grow up to become. <br />
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Hope you enjoy reading <a href="http://burlingtonfamily.com/ABS/journal/childhood/index.html" target="_blank">Alice's Journal</a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4600615726923984627.post-54296088435181338992012-01-15T16:19:00.005-05:002012-01-16T17:57:07.795-05:00Cindy's Memorial at Burning Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div>Henry, Jessie and Hilary and placed a memorial to Cindy in The Temple at Burning Man. Hilary made the photo montage, Henry added the note, and Jessie placed the verse by Rumi.<br />
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They placed the items in the right-most out-building. It was the last part of The Temple to fall.<br />
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<a href="https://plus.google.com/photos/104710113770806775705/albums/5661647673882695761?authkey=CMv8yu2j37Pbaw&banner=pwa&gpsrc=pwrd1#photos/104710113770806775705/albums/5661647673882695761" target="_blank">Link to their album</a><br />
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Cindy would have loved being at Burning Man!<br />
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<a href="http://somersfamily.net/CSK/index.html" target="_blank">Picture gallery: Celebrating Cyn!</a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00035263659395247577noreply@blogger.com0