Mom always was a New Yorker. She loved the city where she was born, raised, married and had her children. Even though she didn’t live there any longer, it always was home to her.
Mom was a depression era child and she carried the frugality in which she was raised throughout her life, even when she didn’t have to. And yet, it was never an issue for her. Mom never wanted anything for herself. The most important part of Mom’s life was her family. She wanted her children and husband to have the things they needed and wanted. Mom was totally unselfish, loving and caring.
She and her husband, and father to their children Joe, were married 65 years. After he died she moved to JKV, met Frank and they married in September 2016. Mom loved Frank and they had a happy life together; he was her rock. Then dementia set in. Slowly it started to make life more difficult, but she felt safe with Frank by her side. And he kept by her side. He was devoted to her.
Mom was famous for her meatballs. Someone once said, “if Jean asks you to come and have meatballs, I don’t care where you are, who you’re with or what you’re doing; GO!” She loved feeding her family and friends and having loved ones around. Mangia, mangia she would say, calling us to the table.
Mom would have been a great accountant. She was very precise, not only in her everyday life, but with managing the dollars. Mom kept detailed ledgers of every penny earned and spent. It was really amazing to see those years of ledgers.
We always celebrated Mom’s birthday on March 6. Funny story. When Mom and Frank got married, Frank needed a copy of her birth certificate for insurance purposes. Surprise! She was born on March 10. However, her baptismal certificate had March 6. How could she have been baptized before she was born?! I guess the baptismal certificate was more important to a Catholic family than the birth certificate.
Mom loved champagne and chocolate! She would get the cutest expression when offered either and enjoyed every morsel and sip. She was excited to move to JKV. She never sat around feeling sorry for herself during her widowhood. She got out and met new friends and enjoyed playing Bridge and poker.
The silver lining for this is that she never knew her oldest son, John, died before she did, in December 2021. He, along with her Mother, Father, Sister Ann, Brother Anthony (who died before she was born), Husband, Joe, are all together now.
My brother Tony, Mom’s husband Frank, and I, her daughter Laura, are grateful we had her in our lives. We will miss her smile, laughter, sometimes giggles and her heart. She wanted us to be safe and well, and we always had to reassure her we were.
We love you, Mom and will miss you terribly