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Brian Murphy posted a condolence
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Brian Murphy purchased flowers (Red and White Floor Basket)
With all of our love and affection Love, Brian, Karyn, Brendan and Colin Murphy
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Michael Mooney posted a condolence
Friday, April 11, 2014
Joan Santor Stewart -- her family, the Santors, called her Joanne -- is one of the most fondly recollected figures of my youth in the 1950s and 60s in Keeseville, NY. Aunt Joanne then was, much as her daughters and granddaughters are today, a big big heart full of cheer for all the world around her.
That's how it seemed to us, her nephews and neices, the Santor cousins.
She had been the wonderchild, the baby, of her big Santor family on South Sable St. in Keeseville, and she grew into young womanhood in the 1950s, after nursing school, marrying the charming and humorous Dave Stewart and bringing up five daughters. And Dave and those girls were her big world of love. (Along with her extended family in Keeseville, her mom and dad, her brothers and sisters and their kids.)
Joanne was everyone's favorite -- someone had to be -- a role she came by easily as the very youngest of a big family who loved her fondly.
She was always a bundle of energy, and she seemed able to get more darn work done in a real short time than the U.S. Army invading: She would blitz it! That's one of my earliest recollections of her, how constantly she worked, how hard she worked, and how much she got done. She was brisk, full of purpose, and those purposes of hers got accomplished.
The work got done! That could've been her motto. She sort of made it look fun, because her joy was in being dutiful towards those she loved, her parents, her husband, her girls, also her larger family, the Santors. She was, in an old-fashioned way, unconflicted about, say, wishing to do something "more meaningful" than her obligations.
In that sense, she was part of a generation about whom we can say, "They don't make em like that anymore."
They really don't.
She was optimistic, full of hopefulness, disposed to be trusting and trust-engendering, she was full of the spirit of fun, she loved to chat, she loved humor. She liked to cook dinner. Heck, she liked sports on TV. Why not? Most of us could say about Joanne, "That's my kind of girl."
