1920 - 1968 (48 years)
||Ruth June SULLIVAN |
||11 Jun 1920
||Haskell, NJ 
||Baldwin Avenue, Irvington, NJ 
||4 Apr 1930
||90 Arlington Avenue, Hawthorne District, Passaic, NJ 
||Irvington General Hospital, Irvington, NJ 
||St Gertrude's Cemetery, Rahway, NJ 
||4 February 2018
||4 Apr 2010 |
||Michael Stephen SULLIVAN, b. 26 Dec 1888, 66 Avon Street, Hartford, Hartford, CT , d. 2 Sep 1937, Patterson General Hospital, Paterson, Passaic, NJ (Age 48 years) |
||Ruth Agnes ALLEN, b. , CT |
||9 Aug 1913
||Group Sheet | Family Chart
- Carol Sullivan: Ruth June "Eileen"
SS Death: Nil
- From Carol Sullivan
How I loved my Aunt Eileen. I thought that she was the most beautiful person in the world. She had green eyes and blond hair and was very petite. She loved me very much too. I used to love to go to her house and play with my cousins. Dandy was older than I was, Beth younger.
Aunt Eileen was often sick when I went to visit her, but she was always so much fun. She used to send out for Chinese food when I was there. I didn't eat it at home, so it was a special treat, even though I didn't really like it! I used to eat just the rice and the Chinese noodles with soy sauce!
Aunt Eileen always had the nicest things. She didn?t go out to shop very much, but would order things from the store and have them delivered. This was before the days that catalog shopping was popular.
I remember thinking of what a perfect family this one was. My Aunt and uncle seemed to be so much in love. She used to call him "Billy". He took such good care of her, it seemed to me.
My cousin Beth told me that it was my father who introduced the two to each other. Apparently the men frequently went to the "Old Mill Inn" in Little Falls, to have supper. Michael brought his young 16 year old sister to the Inn to meet her future husband. It was not long after that Ruth suggested to the young couple that they get married! They took her up on her advise.
My Aunt, I have learned from my cousin, Beth, loved flowers. She had roses in her yard. She told Beth that when the roses began to bloom, it would soon be Beth s birthday....How anxious she was to see the tiny buds blossom into beautiful flowers!
My aunt died when she was very young. She must not have had the ideal life that I thought she had. She must have been much sicker than any one realized, from a young age. I remember that my father used to say that she was a hypochondriac. I found out about her death years after she had died.
As a young woman, I went to see my grandmother in the hospital. After our visit, we stopped at my aunts house in Irving ton. Beth later told me this house was on Union Avenue. I shall never forget the site I saw. It was much different than the sun filled, fun filled place I remember my dear aunt in. It was very dark in the small, shabby room. My aunt must have been quite sick. She looked very old. Gone was the bubbly, gay laughter of this woman so dear to me. I was afraid. I didn't understand what was happening. I wanted to run away. I wanted to erase this picture from my mind.. I never saw my aunt again.
God has been good to me...He has sent me my dear little cousin Beth. Together, we can try to recapture the memories, the joy of who my favorite aunt had once been.
In 3/2000, when my cousin Beth and I found each other after many years, she told me that her mother wrote poetry. Following is something that she wrote:
"Recipe For Happiness"
Travel the world, laugh and be free,
Sail with the tide, out to the sea;
Find a good life, love and a song,
Shed a few tears, but not very long;
Mix them together and this is the spice,
That flavors the broth of the dish we call life;
But life must be lived for more than a song,
It's working and caring , and not doing wrong;
It's loving, and sharing your life with another,
And treating each person as sister or brother;
Each day at it's end, kneel down and say "thank you
dear God for this wonderful day"
For life is a part of all things above,
And all of these things should lead us to Love;
My cousin, Beth, wrote to me, "My mother wrote the following poem for me in honor of my 13th birthday. It
remains indelibly etched in my mind".
- [S59] Information from Carol Sullivan, Carol Sullivan.
- [S197] Census, US Federal, 1930, Department of Commerce, (1930).
- [S134] Information from Carol Sullivan, Carol Sullivan.