Florence Bradley Crosby
In Wallingford, Jan. 10, 2007, Florence Bradley Crosby, 89, of Masonic Ave., formerly of Gaylord Mt. Rd., Hamden, wife of the late John J. Crosby. Lovingly remembered by her children, Jonathan and his wife, Constance (Connie) Crosby of Hamden, Stephen and his wife, Pamela Crosby of Emmett, ID, her sister, Betty and her husband, Richard Platt of FL, her grandchildren, Stacey & Jose Flores, Jonathan & Noemi Crosby, Jr., Terry & Robert Johnson, Stephanie Lowenski, Rebecca Crosby, John J. Crosby, Rachel Crosby, Erika Crosby and Tyler Crosby and her great-grandchildren, Nicolette Flores, Jonathan (Caleb) Crosby, III, Samuel Flores, Romuolo (Joshua) Crosby and Caroline (Isabella) Crosby. She was predeceased by her sisters, Josephine Gay and Viola Beauregard and a brother, Clarence (Buddy) Bradley. Florence was born in Darien, CT, May 7, 1917 a daughter of the late Clarence & Alma L. Fundis Bradley. She was a volunteer at Westwood's and Alice Peck Schools and the Miller Memorial Library. Funeral service will be private and under the direction of BEECHER & BENNETT, 2300 Whitney Ave., Hamden.
.Flossie. always opened her heart and her home to those in need. She was the second mother to all the Crosby children and their spouses…and their children too. When you visited there was always something hot on the stove and a warm and friendly smile to great you. She faced life with the humor, patience and understanding that few of us can match. We will remember her always and miss her forever. .Recieve her into the arms of thy mercy, O Lord, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious compamy of the saints in light..
Aunt Flossie I thought I had signed in to this sum time ago. I just found out that I did not. You were always a second mother to me. I spent many happy days on the farm with you and Uncle John both as a small child and as an adult. You both will always be in my heart.
Aunt Flossie I thought I had signed in to this sum time ago. I just found out that I did not. You were always a second mother to me. I spent many happy days on the farm with you and Uncle John both as a small child and as an adult. You both will always be in my heart.
Aunt Flossie was loved by a great many people, young and old, related and not. She will be missed by all who knew her. Joan and Art
Aunt Flossie, Uncle John and .the Farm. were my second home. So much else changed during my lifetime, but .the Farm. and the warm, loving reception that I invariably found there never changed. Good bye, Floss. Had you been my real mother, I could not have loved you more. .How strange it seems, with so much gone Of life and love, to still live on.. Whittier, Snow-Bound
Aunt Flossie, Your acceptance without judgement of the trials and labors of daily life, along with its joys, were an example to many of us. In the sadness of remembering, your assurance that love transcends all this gives me strength, and day by day, as I perform ny acts and deeds, if I do this with love, you will walk beside me.
DEAR JONATHAN, CONNIE, STEVE PHIL AND PAM. HOW WONDERFUL TO HAVE HAD BOTH AUNT FLOSS AND UNCLE JOHN FOR PARENTS. I KNOW YOU HAVE LOTS OF WONDERFUL MEMORIES. PLEASE ACCEPT MY SORROW AND THAT OF MY GIRLS. I COULD NEVER LIST ALL OF YOUR PARENTS QUALITYS, BUT MOSTLY OF THEIR LOVE, NOT ONLY FOR EACH OTHER BUT FOR ALL OF US. I ALSO LOST MY MOTHER AND KNOW FIRST HAND OF YOUR PAIN. TIME HEALS, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN. ALL MY LOVE, JUDY
Floss was one of those .special people.who has the ability to share their lives with others. Honest in word and deed; sincere & compassionate; making love a part of everything. She gave to others; helping them with the changes that came their way. She cared deeply about their happiness. She had come to understand that love is what makes the differnece in life and her love made life beautiful for many people. Love you, Floss. Like you too!!
Floss,I cried when John died and I cry for you. God knows I don’t cry for much. Like and love you,now and always. Paul jr
Floss…So many memories, memories of the farm and you and of happiness. A memory is a keepsake of time that lives forever in the heart. Your memory is secure in mine forever.
Gram I will always miss you no matter how far away you are from me. I will remember the wonderful times and hrs I spent with you in your loving home and nurturing ways. To the rest of the family. I thank you for loving thoughts and memories of Gram. Terry
I remember… as a little girl, sitting on your bed with you, looking at all your jewlery, mornings I’d stop at your house before going to school to cut lilacs off your trees to bring to school for my teacher, the beautiful rose bouquets and homemade strawberry shortcake (with FRESH homegrown berries) you’d bring down for my birthday, picking strawberries and tip’n and tail’n greenbeans on the porch, making pies and bisquits and making butter with the old churn until my arm hurt so bad from turning that I didn’t think I could turn anymore, how you’d always have lemonade and Campbells Baked Beans when you knew I was coming, how the water was so good and cold when I drank it out of the metal measuring cups that hung on the wall behind your sink, how you LET me wash your dishes and iron the napkins and tablecloths.. This is just a sample of some of the precious memories you leave me with-Enough to keep you alive in my heart forever!!! Until we meet again- I LOVE you and I LIKE you!!
Steve and Jonathan , The memories I have of time spent at the farm are many and anything I write seems doomed at the outset to be incomplete. I remember Aunt Flossie teaching how to get fresh eggs from beneath a setting hen. The first question when scrapes and injuries happened was Floss’s judgement of whether the particular injury called for the .first aid kit. or the .second aid kit.. The first had mecurochrome, the second, iodine. I remember sponge baths in the kitchen sink, bringing in wood for the stove, I remember the time Flossie asked me if someone had told me that I didn’t have to wear underwear. Turns out that I did. I remember Uncle John telling me that he’d thrown my teddy bear out of the car when I got out for a minute to drop something in the mailbox. Said he thought it was an old rag! I also remember, and still have, the small sharpening stone that he gave me along with instructions on how to use and care for it. Many of my favorite Uncle John sayings and stories are .second hand. and will doubtless be better told by John and David. I do remember our last visit before we left for Alaska the first time. Flossie had just told me to write to her, and Uncle John responded that I’d be too busy living my life in that exciting new place to worry about writing letters. Sadly, I guess he was right. After 4 years, though, I came back east to attend school in Massachusetts and Ellen and Joe’s house became my home away from home. Visits with John and Flossie were happily more frequent during those years. It was the late ’60’s, and heated debates often marked our visits. I remember Uncle John’s reassurance on one occasion that .We give points for volume.. John and Flossie were two of the most giving, wonderful and loving people I’ve known. They live on in all of us, and we’re all the better for it. Rob Crosby
We will remember you always and miss all of your visits and phone calls. You are a special lady.
Well…it’s taken me quite some time to work up the courage to sign this. I had it in my head if I signed this I was signing off to being okay with Ma passing away. I can not list all the memories I have of summers, holidays and love that I shared with her and a selfish part of me doesn’t want to share. Our talks, our daily drives, our arguments, our late night snacks. They are all little pieces of me and my heart. It truly hurts to think she has left. But honestly, Gram, I know you are happier and give Ba a hug n’ kiss for me. I’ll miss you ’till I see you again. You’ll always be an important part of my heart…here or there. I love ya and I like ya.
I never really care to remember Floss or the Old Man dying but rather enjoy all the great memories and appreciate how much they helped me and so many others enjoy our lives. But I found self here and thought appropriate to say thanks to all who took time to leave messages before and visit again. Please, don’t do what I came so close to doing and visit and not leave a note to celebrate the terrific memories John and Floss gave us all.
I was going through my recipe cards and found Floss’ recipe for Steamed Boston Brown Bread which gave me pause to reflect on all the years gone by. I Googled her name and saw this obituary which I was saddened to see. Steve, I am sorry for your loss and have nothing but pleasant memories of both your folks.