F. Stewart Stover

f. stover
F. Stewart Stover, age 94, of North Haven, passed away on January 17, 2018. Stewart was the husband of Lois M. (Philippi) Stover. Born in New Haven on December 26, 1923; he grew up in Mt. Carmel, was the son of the late Egbert & Nellie L. (Jones) Stover, and brother of the late Alice E. Stover & E. Cornell Stover. Stewart is survived by his daughter, Carol Cody & her husband Eldon of Wallingford; his sons, Stewart Stover & his wife Suzanne of Rochester, NY and Dwight Stover of North Haven; grandchildren Emily Milazzo (Steven), Jonathan Stover (Andrea), Carolyn & Justin Cody, and his great-granddaughter Ella Milazzo. Stewart attended Oakwood Friends Prep School in Poughkeepsie, NY, graduating in 1942. He was a veteran of the US Army, Private 1st Class, wounded in WWII. After the war he attended Wittenburg University in Springfield, Ohio, graduating 1950. Stew worked at American Cyanamid in Wallingford and for the Town of Wallingford itself. He then worked at the Institute of Living in Hartford and retired from there in 1985. His professional career in Human Resources was a reflection of his personal concern for the well-being of others. Stew also was a board member involved in the formation of the Wallingford Community Daycare Center. He found joy in tending to his yard, playing the role of Santa to both the young and old, and especially in gatherings of family and friends for more than 60 years. Stewart was a member of the Masonic Day Spring Lodge #30 and North Haven VFW. He was an active member of Trinity Lutheran Church in New Haven, a former member of their Church Council, and taught Sunday School there. Friends may visit with his family at BEECHER & BENNETT FUNERAL HOME, 2300 Whitney Ave., Hamden on Friday, Jan. 26th from 5:00 to 7:00 PM, and may attend his Funeral Service on Saturday at 10:00 AM at Trinity Lutheran Church, 292 Orange St., New Haven. Burial with Military Honors will follow in Beaverdale Memorial Park, Hamden. Memorial contributions may be made to Oakwood Friends School or Trinity Lutheran Church.

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  1. Dear Lois , Dwight, Carol and Stew – My sister Pam just informed me of the news of Mr. Stover. Although I’ve seen Mr. Stover when I visit my family in CT, it’s been a while. I was looking forward to saying hello to him again. An opportunity missed. Please accept my condolences. We all will miss him tremendously! As a child I remember him coming to the house dressed as Santa, and sharing vegetables from his garden. In later years he’d come visit us riding his lawn mower. He was always such a kind, compassionate man and another father figure to me. I will miss you at the services this week as I’m leaving today on vacation. Warm regard always, donna

  2. Dear Lois, Dwight and Family- With such a sad heart to hear of Mr. Stover’s passing. All my childhood memories are of his warm happy nature and big smile. Comfort and peace, Love, Karen

  3. Dwight and family- I am just so sad…I will forever see Mr Stover on the golf cart or lawn mower with his cowboy hat …it always made me smile. He was just a great man and a great next door neighbor. I hope he and our dad will enjoy being reunited. With sadness and sympathy, Pam Jones

  4. Dear Lois, Dwight, Stew and Carol, Very sorry to here the passing of Stu, he was a wonderful man, always very happy ,very up beet and greeted you with a big smile. He and my grandfather are catching up on old times. our thoughts and prayers are with you God bless, Michael & Helena O’Connell

  5. Born of South Dakota motherhood, F. Stewart Stover returns to his family as Dakota dust and lives on with the memories and lessons he gave to us. Farewell and Thank You for your Service. Hugs! Your nephew Dale .Day is done, Gone the sun, From the lakes, From the hills, From the sky, All is well, Safely rest, God is nigh. Fading light, Dims the sight, And a star, Gems the sky, Gleaming bright, From afar, Drawing nigh, Falls the night. Thanks and praise, For our days, Neath the sun, Neath the stars, Neath the sky, As we go, This we know, God is nigh..

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