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Marian Rita Conarchy

Marian Rita Conarchy

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  • Name Marian Rita Conarchy  [1, 2, 3] 
    Birth 25 Jan 1920  Chicago, Cook, Illinois, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Female 
    Death 23 Feb 2016  Cincinnati, Hamilton, Ohio, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Person ID I8901  Branches and Roots
    Last Modified 13 Feb 2026 

    Father Kyran Patrick Joseph Aloysius Conarchy,   b. 13 Dec 1890, Dublin, Dublin, Ireland Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 16 Aug 1966, Highland Park, Lake, Illinois, United States of America Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 75 years) 
    Relationship natural 
    Mother Jane Mary Lavery,   b. 27 Nov 1892, Chicago, Cook, Illinois, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 31 Aug 1968, Highland Park, Lake, Illinois, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 75 years) 
    Relationship natural 
    Marriage 4 Jun 1917  Chicago, Cook, Illinois, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    • Resurrection Church

      Resurrection Church
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    • Married by Father Quille. The witnesses were James Barrett and Angela Lavery.
      Married by Father Quille. The witnesses were James Barrett and Angela Lavery.
      Married by Father Quille. The witnesses were James Barrett and Angela Lavery.
    Family ID F3239  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family Frank Warren Weithofer,   b. 18 Sep 1918, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 8 Oct 1987, Cincinnati, Hamilton, Ohio, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 69 years) 
    Marriage 23 Jun 1945  Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    • St Sebastian

      St Sebastian
    Notes 


    • Married by Father Joseph Carrol, SJ who was a boyhood friend of Kyran Conarchy from Dublin, Ireland. Marriage witnesses were Rosemary Lane & Angela Conarchy. The Best Man was Arnold Ehlinger.
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      Letter from Verne Ranft to Kyran, Bill and Jane Conarchy dated June 25, 1945
      Marian's and Warren's wedding was just perfect. The day was vastly different than yours, Jane Marie. I shall never forget our icy cold apartment at five am the morn of January 3rd. At five thirty last Saturday morning it was 71. Ir must have been 80 or better by the time we (Jack and I in company with the Kearney family) arrived at St. Sebastian's. By the middle of the afternoon it felt like 95 - I'm sure it was, for it was awfully hot.
      Marian was a lovely bride. Her gown was of beautiful white lace with long tight sleeves a sweetheart neck. (Bud and Bill - that's sort of squarish in out with a dip in the center - I'm sure you'll get the idea.) She wore a long white tulle veil. Rosemary and Angela were just darling in their pale pink silk net dresses over taffeta. All three dresses had tight bodices and very full skirts. R's and A's dresses had long tight sleeves, same as the bride's. There were two rows of pink insertion (sort of silk embroidery on net) in the upper part of the pink shirts. They carried bouquets of spring and summer flowers, blue of the deepest hue bachelor buttons, pink roses and many, many other flowers - tied with a green satin bow. The bride carried a white shower bouquet of gardenias and other lovely blooms.
      Jack and I arrived at the Kearney home at 7 am for Peggy said "we'd take off" at 7:15. We finally got going at 7:55 and, with God's help and Larry's driving, we arrived at the church about ten after ten. The bridal party was in the vestibule just getting started for the trip down the aisle. An usher asked me whether we were friends of the C's or the W's, and Jack and I started down the side aisle with him (the white carpet had already been laid down the center aisle) and he was all for seating us right back of your Mother and Jackie and Lois, when we thought we'd better sit back a few pews with the other folks.
      The music was beautiful - the church flooded with sunlight - there were two huge baskets of white flowers on the alter floor as well as lovely green ferns. Father Carroll said the Mass and tied the knot and, as I told him at the reception in the afternoon, he did a bang-up job for I've never known any couple, and this includes Jane Marie and Bob, who were prayed over quite so much and so well as you Conarchy gals. The two center aisles of the church were packed - everyone in light clothes - and many were the good wishes bestowed upon the happy pair in the vestibule after the ceremony.
      Your Mother wore the best looking print dress - made by Marian - and a very smart and becoming blue hat. Lois had a darling voile or some other soft cotton print - also made by Marian, with a little headband of the dress material with white flowers at either end. She is such a sweet youngster. Jackie was all licked up just like a freshly scrubbed little boy. Your Dad was his usual happy self, dressed in his best Sunday blue suit. We told him that he's getting to be an old hand at this job of giving his daughters away.
      I saw your Mother wipe her eyes a couple of times during Mass but right after Mass was over and the bridal party had left the altar, that wonderful Dad of yours remembered to say something very funny to your Mother so that she was all smiles, even giggling a little, as she came down the aisle. What a guy my Uncle Kyran is!
      There was a wedding breakfast for the immediate families at the Plankington and in honor of the happy event, and 'cause she was in the bridal party, Angela was permitted her first drink. I think she told me she had a Martini. The Kearneys, Jacobsons (Marcella, Howard, Joan and Helen Marie) and the Ranfts dropped by at your home for a minute, as Peggy wanted to drop off a package there, and I found your Aunt Margene in one of the bedrooms changing from her goood-looking light blue wool suit to a silk print dress and from that moment 'til we left for home, in company with the Jacobsons this time, Margene never stopped. She seemed to be doing something all the time and was everywhere at the same time. How fortunate your Mother is to have such a swell sister and you kids to have such a perfectly marvelous person for an aunt.
      We then drove downtown (after waiting a while on the front porch while Messrs. Ranft, Kearney and Jacobson followed your Dad's advice and dropped into your basement bar for a short snorter) and I phoned the Schroeder where Florence and Les Cook, also Aunt Fan and Miriam, who we had all seen at the wedding, were registered. I thought it would be more fun if we all had lunch together. Loretta and Francis Callahan also came up on the 7:30 Northwestern train that morning - the Cooks, Aunt Fan and M. came up Friday nite. While waiting for a table at the English Room of the Pfister, I spied Senators Callahan and Cook at - of all places! - the bar. We tried to get them to join us at luncheon but no go - they had promised to go back to the Schroeder to join their ladies. They did - sometime later. Need I add that the Senators were joined at said bar by Congressman Ranft, Kearney and Jacobson while their ladies were toying with the menus. We really had a jolly gang and spent a very delightful hour and a half there.
      Jane Marie, you may or may not know that I did a bit of shopping the day of your wedding - as a matter of fact, Reel's insisted upon opening an account for him. I got the best looking blackknit suit there and black cepe dress. We started on another shopping expedition Saturday but somehow lacked the enthusiasm of the January trip because of the soaring temperature, I guess. The three Congressmen came along but you may be sure found some "spot" down an alley while Marcella, Joan and I were in some of the shops and Peggy, Patsy and Helen Marie in others. Patsy wanted a new blouse to wear yesterday at a cocktail party given rof Bill Cullerton and Elaine Stephen to whom he's going to be united in holy matrimony come Saturday. She didn't find anything suitable but I found a good-looking summer purse.
      While at breakfast yesterday morning, Jack told me that after he, Jake and Larry had paid for the drinks they consumed at the little "spot" down the alley (I believe your fond pater knows the place) they had a little talk with the barkeep and he agreed to let them sign a tab for 9 or 10 lunchs, 15 drinks and some other items, totaling afound $18.00 which said barkeep agreed to present to your pater on his very next visit to this den of iniquity. Boys will be boys.
      We returned to your home around three for the wedding reception and found the place overflowing with people. Your home is so attractive and was shined up from stem to stern. Jane Marie, wait 'til you see the grand job your Mother did on the front porch. She made curtains, cover for the daybed and cushions for every chair of a most attracitve pleated valance of a dark brown material - most attractive yet practical material. At the very top over those little panes of glass she has a pleated valance of a dark brown material - most attractive. She could go out any time as an interior decorator after that job. There were lovely peonies a blooming on the front lawn - a gorgeous deep red shade - and in the house they were everywhere, the latter Warren's Mother told me came from his Grandmother's garden. Grandma, by the way, was at the wedding and is surely a very spry little lady for her ninety years. I was surprised to find Warren's parents so young looking and later in the afternoon, after the reception guests had gone, I took his Dad downstairs to the bar and introduced him, adding, of course, that he wasn't Warren's brother but his Dad.
      The same cateress presided over Marian's wedding as yours, Jane Marie, and she is a most capable person and the hors douevres were many and so delicious. Also, there were little square cakes and petits fours, nuts and mints, to say nothing of a huge bowl of the best punch. A wedding cake to be sure.
      Too (there's so much to tell you guys) there was a candid camera photographer at the church and a different one at the reception. Upon taking a shot of Jack and Jake in front of the church, I inquired what paper he was from and he said "Life Magazine!"
      Among the Chicago contingent there were, in addition to the folks already mentioned, the Barrett family (four in number) of River Forest - Theresa and Frank Rice, on of their daughters and her husband and baby boy, also their daughter-in-law and her two adorable little boys, aged three and four - born in Pearl Harbor, I heard someone say. Regardless of their birthplace, they are darlings. Betty and Francis Walsh arrived in the afternoon - Uncle Clem Lane of - whatever is the name of his newspaper (anyhoo it's one of the less important ones in Chicago!) - Mabel, Florence, Bill and Lillian Phelan also came up in the afternoon - Mrs. Vanderweil and daughter Marian were on hand for the church ceremony but M. had to go home on a 1:15 train because of having worked all the previous day and nite on a case and having to return to duty Saturday nite. Mr. V. came up around 6. Captain Kyran Vincent Phelan (Chicago Police Dept.) arrived about 8:30 pm - couldn't get away from his busy post any earlier - Mrs. Gray (also was Sis O'Toole, a friend of your Dad's from way back).
      Among the Milwaukee folks I had nice visits with were Mrs. Clark (isn't she a peach?) and her two daughters, as well as niece Betty Finan from Chicago. Betty, by the way, said that if her hubby doesn't come home soon from overseas, she is going over there. Guess he's in Europe. She is still with Douglas Aircraft in Park Ridge and likes her job very much - said it is entirely different work than what she did with the Chicago Tribune. Just as she was leaving, I saw Mrs. O'Brien, Bob's Mother, her daughter, daughter-in-law and little grandon who was so very ill when Jane Marie and Bob were married. he is far from being a ill little boy now; had loads of pep and was running up and down the front terrace. Had a very nice visit with Bob's Mother who mentioned more than once how happy you two are. Sh's a mighty fine looking woman and it's easy to understand why you've such a handsome husband, Jane Marie, after seeing his Mom.
      While out on the lawn aside you home (it was really frightfully hot inside due to the great many people) I happened to spy a lady - the dowager type, if you know what I mean, coming down the street all dressed up in a long black lace dinner dress - white gloves, of course, and hat. I thought now that gal really got herself dressed for this reception. Saw her leave about half an hour later. Who she was, I don't know, but I'm sure she must have been a Falk, Schlinger, Pabst or Astorbilt.
      The Kearney's had to leave early - around 5 or 5:30 as they had to attend another wedding reception in Oak Park - that of Bobbie Donnelley, school friend ot Pat's, also her parents and Pegy and Larry have been friends for yars and yars. Pat's friends are surley leaving spinsterhood behind, for another gal, Jean Strenning, was married middle of last week, and Elaine Stephen this coming Saturday. It was Pat who inrtoduced her Bill Culerton. Bill Cullerton certainly is a good catch - am wondering if that ever occurred to Pat.
      Bill - Bing Crosby is going to tour the South Pacific this Fall - sponsored by the Navy. Hope you get to see him. He's my pet entertainer.
      Never have I seen such a gorgeous display of wedding gifts. These included
      2 lamps - beautiful table ones
      3 large mirrors
      3 wool blankets (one was from Jo Bryant & Nellie Gatrell Gunther of Evanston) (Marian also received a lovely wool blanket from the Rice gals at the shower given by your Aunt Margen.)
      2 settings of her Sterling Sliverware - one from Jane Marie and Bob and the other from the Barretts of River Forest
      Sterling silver dish - very beautiful too - from Mr. and Mrs. Prinz
      Glass perfume tray and bottles from Kearney family
      Carved walnut 18th Century shadow box. ( Boys, in case you don't know what this is it's about 9" x 12 or 13", has two shelves and is framed like a picture and can be used to hang on the wall and hold treasured pieces of china or glass or plants - it's really a lovely gift - from the Jacobsons)
      Glass vases and cake and sandwich trays of every description - some of the vases were in pairs, others singletons
      Table linen
      A set of dishes - Franciscan Pottery in a rose shade - consisting of dinner plates, salads, cups and saucers, vegetable bowl and platter - service for 8 - from the Ranfts of Oak Park
      A pair of flower prints, attractively framed
      Lace table cloth
      Sterling salt and pepper shakers
      Beautiful walnut living room table (for a lamp) from Marian's office gang
      1 table setting of her china which is the "Mountain Laurel" pattern, by Franciscan.
      The dishes Jack and I gave her are Franciscan Pottery - different pattern to be sure and much more durable than china- they're for everyday use and Marian I'm sure will let you dry these but not the china.)
      Towels of every description
      A War Bond
      Those who hadn't seen your home before simply raved about it. Really if one had a million dollars they couldn't ask for a nicer view - from the beautiful park across the street and Washington Blvd. just a few steps away. There were pink geranium in bloom in boxes outside the dining room windows.
      I did mention, didn't I, that there was "wet goods" of most every kind in the basement? When cousin Kyran Vincent Phelan arrived about 8:30 pm someone overheard your Dad thank him for the five bottles of extra good stuff which he had sent up earlier by his brother Bill.
      About 6:30 a buffet supper was served to about 30 or more who remained after the "reception hours" and what a feast that was! There was baked ham, which makes my mouth water even now when I think of it - baked beans which were a "poem" - lobster salad - potato and vegetable salads - releshes - cold cuts including the best liverwurst I've ever tasted - coffee - cakes and more cakes - and such scads of food. Your Mother told me that the salads were made and delivered by Schuster's; the cateress made the hors doeuvres. Who made the delicious little cakes, I don't know. The temperature had dropped some by evening and our appetites returned. It was so warm during the reception that folks didn't eat as much as they did at your wedding, Jane Marie, or drink either, altho' the punch was so good.
      The bride and groom left a little after five on, I'm told, a fishing trip. They said they'd return in about a week.
      Your Aunt Margene told me a couple of weeks ago about their apartment which is near 58th and North Avenue. She said it was just darling and furnished like a model apartment one sees in the department stores.
      Married by Father Joseph Carrol, SJ who was a boyhood friend of Kyran Conarchy from Dublin, Ireland. Marriage witnesses were Rosemary Lane & Angela Conarchy. The Best Man was Arnold Ehlinger.
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      Letter from Verne Ranft to Kyran, Bill and Jane Conarchy dated June 25, 1945
      Marian's and Warren's wedding was just perfect. The day was vastly different than yours, Jane Marie. I shall never forget our icy cold apartment at five am the morn of January 3rd. At five thirty last Saturday morning it was 71. Ir must have been 80 or better by the time we (Jack and I in company with the Kearney family) arrived at St. Sebastian's. By the middle of the afternoon it felt like 95 - I'm sure it was, for it was awfully hot.
      Marian was a lovely bride. Her gown was of beautiful white lace with long tight sleeves a sweetheart neck. (Bud and Bill - that's sort of squarish in out with a dip in the center - I'm sure you'll get the idea.) She wore a long white tulle veil. Rosemary and Angela were just darling in their pale pink silk net dresses over taffeta. All three dresses had tight bodices and very full skirts. R's and A's dresses had long tight sleeves, same as the bride's. There were two rows of pink insertion (sort of silk embroidery on net) in the upper part of the pink shirts. They carried bouquets of spring and summer flowers, blue of the deepest hue bachelor buttons, pink roses and many, many other flowers - tied with a green satin bow. The bride carried a white shower bouquet of gardenias and other lovely blooms.
      Jack and I arrived at the Kearney home at 7 am for Peggy said "we'd take off" at 7:15. We finally got going at 7:55 and, with God's help and Larry's driving, we arrived at the church about ten after ten. The bridal party was in the vestibule just getting started for the trip down the aisle. An usher asked me whether we were friends of the C's or the W's, and Jack and I started down the side aisle with him (the white carpet had already been laid down the center aisle) and he was all for seating us right back of your Mother and Jackie and Lois, when we thought we'd better sit back a few pews with the other folks.
      The music was beautiful - the church flooded with sunlight - there were two huge baskets of white flowers on the alter floor as well as lovely green ferns. Father Carroll said the Mass and tied the knot and, as I told him at the reception in the afternoon, he did a bang-up job for I've never known any couple, and this includes Jane Marie and Bob, who were prayed over quite so much and so well as you Conarchy gals. The two center aisles of the church were packed - everyone in light clothes - and many were the good wishes bestowed upon the happy pair in the vestibule after the ceremony.
      Your Mother wore the best looking print dress - made by Marian - and a very smart and becoming blue hat. Lois had a darling voile or some other soft cotton print - also made by Marian, with a little headband of the dress material with white flowers at either end. She is such a sweet youngster. Jackie was all licked up just like a freshly scrubbed little boy. Your Dad was his usual happy self, dressed in his best Sunday blue suit. We told him that he's getting to be an old hand at this job of giving his daughters away.
      I saw your Mother wipe her eyes a couple of times during Mass but right after Mass was over and the bridal party had left the altar, that wonderful Dad of yours remembered to say something very funny to your Mother so that she was all smiles, even giggling a little, as she came down the aisle. What a guy my Uncle Kyran is!
      There was a wedding breakfast for the immediate families at the Plankington and in honor of the happy event, and 'cause she was in the bridal party, Angela was permitted her first drink. I think she told me she had a Martini. The Kearneys, Jacobsons (Marcella, Howard, Joan and Helen Marie) and the Ranfts dropped by at your home for a minute, as Peggy wanted to drop off a package there, and I found your Aunt Margene in one of the bedrooms changing from her goood-looking light blue wool suit to a silk print dress and from that moment 'til we left for home, in company with the Jacobsons this time, Margene never stopped. She seemed to be doing something all the time and was everywhere at the same time. How fortunate your Mother is to have such a swell sister and you kids to have such a perfectly marvelous person for an aunt.
      We then drove downtown (after waiting a while on the front porch while Messrs. Ranft, Kearney and Jacobson followed your Dad's advice and dropped into your basement bar for a short snorter) and I phoned the Schroeder where Florence and Les Cook, also Aunt Fan and Miriam, who we had all seen at the wedding, were registered. I thought it would be more fun if we all had lunch together. Loretta and Francis Callahan also came up on the 7:30 Northwestern train that morning - the Cooks, Aunt Fan and M. came up Friday nite. While waiting for a table at the English Room of the Pfister, I spied Senators Callahan and Cook at - of all places! - the bar. We tried to get them to join us at luncheon but no go - they had promised to go back to the Schroeder to join their ladies. They did - sometime later. Need I add that the Senators were joined at said bar by Congressman Ranft, Kearney and Jacobson while their ladies were toying with the menus. We really had a jolly gang and spent a very delightful hour and a half there.
      Jane Marie, you may or may not know that I did a bit of shopping the day of your wedding - as a matter of fact, Reel's insisted upon opening an account for him. I got the best looking blackknit suit there and black cepe dress. We started on another shopping expedition Saturday but somehow lacked the enthusiasm of the January trip because of the soaring temperature, I guess. The three Congressmen came along but you may be sure found some "spot" down an alley while Marcella, Joan and I were in some of the shops and Peggy, Patsy and Helen Marie in others. Patsy wanted a new blouse to wear yesterday at a cocktail party given rof Bill Cullerton and Elaine Stephen to whom he's going to be united in holy matrimony come Saturday. She didn't find anything suitable but I found a good-looking summer purse.
      While at breakfast yesterday morning, Jack told me that after he, Jake and Larry had paid for the drinks they consumed at the little "spot" down the alley (I believe your fond pater knows the place) they had a little talk with the barkeep and he agreed to let them sign a tab for 9 or 10 lunchs, 15 drinks and some other items, totaling afound $18.00 which said barkeep agreed to present to your pater on his very next visit to this den of iniquity. Boys will be boys.
      We returned to your home around three for the wedding reception and found the place overflowing with people. Your home is so attractive and was shined up from stem to stern. Jane Marie, wait 'til you see the grand job your Mother did on the front porch. She made curtains, cover for the daybed and cushions for every chair of a most attracitve pleated valance of a dark brown material - most attractive yet practical material. At the very top over those little panes of glass she has a pleated valance of a dark brown material - most attractive. She could go out any time as an interior decorator after that job. There were lovely peonies a blooming on the front lawn - a gorgeous deep red shade - and in the house they were everywhere, the latter Warren's Mother told me came from his Grandmother's garden. Grandma, by the way, was at the wedding and is surely a very spry little lady for her ninety years. I was surprised to find Warren's parents so young looking and later in the afternoon, after the reception guests had gone, I took his Dad downstairs to the bar and introduced him, adding, of course, that he wasn't Warren's brother but his Dad.
      The same cateress presided over Marian's wedding as yours, Jane Marie, and she is a most capable person and the hors douevres were many and so delicious. Also, there were little square cakes and petits fours, nuts and mints, to say nothing of a huge bowl of the best punch. A wedding cake to be sure.
      Too (there's so much to tell you guys) there was a candid camera photographer at the church and a different one at the reception. Upon taking a shot of Jack and Jake in front of the church, I inquired what paper he was from and he said "Life Magazine!"
      Among the Chicago contingent there were, in addition to the folks already mentioned, the Barrett family (four in number) of River Forest - Theresa and Frank Rice, on of their daughters and her husband and baby boy, also their daughter-in-law and her two adorable little boys, aged three and four - born in Pearl Harbor, I heard someone say. Regardless of their birthplace, they are darlings. Betty and Francis Walsh arrived in the afternoon - Uncle Clem Lane of - whatever is the name of his newspaper (anyhoo it's one of the less important ones in Chicago!) - Mabel, Florence, Bill and Lillian Phelan also came up in the afternoon - Mrs. Vanderweil and daughter Marian were on hand for the church ceremony but M. had to go home on a 1:15 train because of having worked all the previous day and nite on a case and having to return to duty Saturday nite. Mr. V. came up around 6. Captain Kyran Vincent Phelan (Chicago Police Dept.) arrived about 8:30 pm - couldn't get away from his busy post any earlier - Mrs. Gray (also was Sis O'Toole, a friend of your Dad's from way back).
      Among the Milwaukee folks I had nice visits with were Mrs. Clark (isn't she a peach?) and her two daughters, as well as niece Betty Finan from Chicago. Betty, by the way, said that if her hubby doesn't come home soon from overseas, she is going over there. Guess he's in Europe. She is still with Douglas Aircraft in Park Ridge and likes her job very much - said it is entirely different work than what she did with the Chicago Tribune. Just as she was leaving, I saw Mrs. O'Brien, Bob's Mother, her daughter, daughter-in-law and little grandon who was so very ill when Jane Marie and Bob were married. he is far from being a ill little boy now; had loads of pep and was running up and down the front terrace. Had a very nice visit with Bob's Mother who mentioned more than once how happy you two are. Sh's a mighty fine looking woman and it's easy to understand why you've such a handsome husband, Jane Marie, after seeing his Mom.
      While out on the lawn aside you home (it was really frightfully hot inside due to the great many people) I happened to spy a lady - the dowager type, if you know what I mean, coming down the street all dressed up in a long black lace dinner dress - white gloves, of course, and hat. I thought now that gal really got herself dressed for this reception. Saw her leave about half an hour later. Who she was, I don't know, but I'm sure she must have been a Falk, Schlinger, Pabst or Astorbilt.
      The Kearney's had to leave early - around 5 or 5:30 as they had to attend another wedding reception in Oak Park - that of Bobbie Donnelley, school friend ot Pat's, also her parents and Pegy and Larry have been friends for yars and yars. Pat's friends are surley leaving spinsterhood behind, for another gal, Jean Strenning, was married middle of last week, and Elaine Stephen this coming Saturday. It was Pat who inrtoduced her Bill Culerton. Bill Cullerton certainly is a good catch - am wondering if that ever occurred to Pat.
      Bill - Bing Crosby is going to tour the South Pacific this Fall - sponsored by the Navy. Hope you get to see him. He's my pet entertainer.
      Never have I seen such a gorgeous display of wedding gifts. These included
      2 lamps - beautiful table ones
      3 large mirrors
      3 wool blankets (one was from Jo Bryant & Nellie Gatrell Gunther of Evanston) (Marian also received a lovely wool blanket from the Rice gals at the shower given by your Aunt Margen.)
      2 settings of her Sterling Sliverware - one from Jane Marie and Bob and the other from the Barretts of River Forest
      Sterling silver dish - very beautiful too - from Mr. and Mrs. Prinz
      Glass perfume tray and bottles from Kearney family
      Carved walnut 18th Century shadow box. ( Boys, in case you don't know what this is it's about 9" x 12 or 13", has two shelves and is framed like a picture and can be used to hang on the wall and hold treasured pieces of china or glass or plants - it's really a lovely gift - from the Jacobsons)
      Glass vases and cake and sandwich trays of every description - some of the vases were in pairs, others singletons
      Table linen
      A set of dishes - Franciscan Pottery in a rose shade - consisting of dinner plates, salads, cups and saucers, vegetable bowl and platter - service for 8 - from the Ranfts of Oak Park
      A pair of flower prints, attractively framed
      Lace table cloth
      Sterling salt and pepper shakers
      Beautiful walnut living room table (for a lamp) from Marian's office gang
      1 table setting of her china which is the "Mountain Laurel" pattern, by Franciscan.
      The dishes Jack and I gave her are Franciscan Pottery - different pattern to be sure and much more durable than china- they're for everyday use and Marian I'm sure will let you dry these but not the china.)
      Towels of every description
      A War Bond
      Those who hadn't seen your home before simply raved about it. Really if one had a million dollars they couldn't ask for a nicer view - from the beautiful park across the street and Washington Blvd. just a few steps away. There were pink geranium in bloom in boxes outside the dining room windows.
      I did mention, didn't I, that there was "wet goods" of most every kind in the basement? When cousin Kyran Vincent Phelan arrived about 8:30 pm someone overheard your Dad thank him for the five bottles of extra good stuff which he had sent up earlier by his brother Bill.
      About 6:30 a buffet supper was served to about 30 or more who remained after the "reception hours" and what a feast that was! There was baked ham, which makes my mouth water even now when I think of it - baked beans which were a "poem" - lobster salad - potato and vegetable salads - releshes - cold cuts including the best liverwurst I've ever tasted - coffee - cakes and more cakes - and such scads of food. Your Mother told me that the salads were made and delivered by Schuster's; the cateress made the hors doeuvres. Who made the delicious little cakes, I don't know. The temperature had dropped some by evening and our appetites returned. It was so warm during the reception that folks didn't eat as much as they did at your wedding, Jane Marie, or drink either, altho' the punch was so good.
      The bride and groom left a little after five on, I'm told, a fishing trip. They said they'd return in about a week.
      Your Aunt Margene told me a couple of weeks ago about their apartment which is near 58th and North Avenue. She said it was just darling and furnished like a model apartment one sees in the department stores.

      Married by Father Joseph Carrol, SJ who was a boyhood friend of Kyran Conarchy from Dublin, Ireland. Marriage witnesses were Rosemary Lane & Angela Conarchy. The Best Man was Arnold Ehlinger.
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      Letter from Verne Ranft to Kyran, Bill and Jane Conarchy dated June 25, 1945
      Marian's and Warren's wedding was just perfect. The day was vastly different than yours, Jane Marie. I shall never forget our icy cold apartment at five am the morn of January 3rd. At five thirty last Saturday morning it was 71. Ir must have been 80 or better by the time we (Jack and I in company with the Kearney family) arrived at St. Sebastian's. By the middle of the afternoon it felt like 95 - I'm sure it was, for it was awfully hot.
      Marian was a lovely bride. Her gown was of beautiful white lace with long tight sleeves a sweetheart neck. (Bud and Bill - that's sort of squarish in out with a dip in the center - I'm sure you'll get the idea.) She wore a long white tulle veil. Rosemary and Angela were just darling in their pale pink silk net dresses over taffeta. All three dresses had tight bodices and very full skirts. R's and A's dresses had long tight sleeves, same as the bride's. There were two rows of pink insertion (sort of silk embroidery on net) in the upper part of the pink shirts. They carried bouquets of spring and summer flowers, blue of the deepest hue bachelor buttons, pink roses and many, many other flowers - tied with a green satin bow. The bride carried a white shower bouquet of gardenias and other lovely blooms.
      Jack and I arrived at the Kearney home at 7 am for Peggy said "we'd take off" at 7:15. We finally got going at 7:55 and, with God's help and Larry's driving, we arrived at the church about ten after ten. The bridal party was in the vestibule just getting started for the trip down the aisle. An usher asked me whether we were friends of the C's or the W's, and Jack and I started down the side aisle with him (the white carpet had already been laid down the center aisle) and he was all for seating us right back of your Mother and Jackie and Lois, when we thought we'd better sit back a few pews with the other folks.
      The music was beautiful - the church flooded with sunlight - there were two huge baskets of white flowers on the alter floor as well as lovely green ferns. Father Carroll said the Mass and tied the knot and, as I told him at the reception in the afternoon, he did a bang-up job for I've never known any couple, and this includes Jane Marie and Bob, who were prayed over quite so much and so well as you Conarchy gals. The two center aisles of the church were packed - everyone in light clothes - and many were the good wishes bestowed upon the happy pair in the vestibule after the ceremony.
      Your Mother wore the best looking print dress - made by Marian - and a very smart and becoming blue hat. Lois had a darling voile or some other soft cotton print - also made by Marian, with a little headband of the dress material with white flowers at either end. She is such a sweet youngster. Jackie was all licked up just like a freshly scrubbed little boy. Your Dad was his usual happy self, dressed in his best Sunday blue suit. We told him that he's getting to be an old hand at this job of giving his daughters away.
      I saw your Mother wipe her eyes a couple of times during Mass but right after Mass was over and the bridal party had left the altar, that wonderful Dad of yours remembered to say something very funny to your Mother so that she was all smiles, even giggling a little, as she came down the aisle. What a guy my Uncle Kyran is!
      There was a wedding breakfast for the immediate families at the Plankington and in honor of the happy event, and 'cause she was in the bridal party, Angela was permitted her first drink. I think she told me she had a Martini. The Kearneys, Jacobsons (Marcella, Howard, Joan and Helen Marie) and the Ranfts dropped by at your home for a minute, as Peggy wanted to drop off a package there, and I found your Aunt Margene in one of the bedrooms changing from her goood-looking light blue wool suit to a silk print dress and from that moment 'til we left for home, in company with the Jacobsons this time, Margene never stopped. She seemed to be doing something all the time and was everywhere at the same time. How fortunate your Mother is to have such a swell sister and you kids to have such a perfectly marvelous person for an aunt.
      We then drove downtown (after waiting a while on the front porch while Messrs. Ranft, Kearney and Jacobson followed your Dad's advice and dropped into your basement bar for a short snorter) and I phoned the Schroeder where Florence and Les Cook, also Aunt Fan and Miriam, who we had all seen at the wedding, were registered. I thought it would be more fun if we all had lunch together. Loretta and Francis Callahan also came up on the 7:30 Northwestern train that morning - the Cooks, Aunt Fan and M. came up Friday nite. While waiting for a table at the English Room of the Pfister, I spied Senators Callahan and Cook at - of all places! - the bar. We tried to get them to join us at luncheon but no go - they had promised to go back to the Schroeder to join their ladies. They did - sometime later. Need I add that the Senators were joined at said bar by Congressman Ranft, Kearney and Jacobson while their ladies were toying with the menus. We really had a jolly gang and spent a very delightful hour and a half there.
      Jane Marie, you may or may not know that I did a bit of shopping the day of your wedding - as a matter of fact, Reel's insisted upon opening an account for him. I got the best looking blackknit suit there and black cepe dress. We started on another shopping expedition Saturday but somehow lacked the enthusiasm of the January trip because of the soaring temperature, I guess. The three Congressmen came along but you may be sure found some "spot" down an alley while Marcella, Joan and I were in some of the shops and Peggy, Patsy and Helen Marie in others. Patsy wanted a new blouse to wear yesterday at a cocktail party given rof Bill Cullerton and Elaine Stephen to whom he's going to be united in holy matrimony come Saturday. She didn't find anything suitable but I found a good-looking summer purse.
      While at breakfast yesterday morning, Jack told me that after he, Jake and Larry had paid for the drinks they consumed at the little "spot" down the alley (I believe your fond pater knows the place) they had a little talk with the barkeep and he agreed to let them sign a tab for 9 or 10 lunchs, 15 drinks and some other items, totaling afound $18.00 which said barkeep agreed to present to your pater on his very next visit to this den of iniquity. Boys will be boys.
      We returned to your home around three for the wedding reception and found the place overflowing with people. Your home is so attractive and was shined up from stem to stern. Jane Marie, wait 'til you see the grand job your Mother did on the front porch. She made curtains, cover for the daybed and cushions for every chair of a most attracitve pleated valance of a dark brown material - most attractive yet practical material. At the very top over those little panes of glass she has a pleated valance of a dark brown material - most attractive. She could go out any time as an interior decorator after that job. There were lovely peonies a blooming on the front lawn - a gorgeous deep red shade - and in the house they were everywhere, the latter Warren's Mother told me came from his Grandmother's garden. Grandma, by the way, was at the wedding and is surely a very spry little lady for her ninety years. I was surprised to find Warren's parents so young looking and later in the afternoon, after the reception guests had gone, I took his Dad downstairs to the bar and introduced him, adding, of course, that he wasn't Warren's brother but his Dad.
      The same cateress presided over Marian's wedding as yours, Jane Marie, and she is a most capable person and the hors douevres were many and so delicious. Also, there were little square cakes and petits fours, nuts and mints, to say nothing of a huge bowl of the best punch. A wedding cake to be sure.
      Too (there's so much to tell you guys) there was a candid camera photographer at the church and a different one at the reception. Upon taking a shot of Jack and Jake in front of the church, I inquired what paper he was from and he said "Life Magazine!"
      Among the Chicago contingent there were, in addition to the folks already mentioned, the Barrett family (four in number) of River Forest - Theresa and Frank Rice, on of their daughters and her husband and baby boy, also their daughter-in-law and her two adorable little boys, aged three and four - born in Pearl Harbor, I heard someone say. Regardless of their birthplace, they are darlings. Betty and Francis Walsh arrived in the afternoon - Uncle Clem Lane of - whatever is the name of his newspaper (anyhoo it's one of the less important ones in Chicago!) - Mabel, Florence, Bill and Lillian Phelan also came up in the afternoon - Mrs. Vanderweil and daughter Marian were on hand for the church ceremony but M. had to go home on a 1:15 train because of having worked all the previous day and nite on a case and having to return to duty Saturday nite. Mr. V. came up around 6. Captain Kyran Vincent Phelan (Chicago Police Dept.) arrived about 8:30 pm - couldn't get away from his busy post any earlier - Mrs. Gray (also was Sis O'Toole, a friend of your Dad's from way back).
      Among the Milwaukee folks I had nice visits with were Mrs. Clark (isn't she a peach?) and her two daughters, as well as niece Betty Finan from Chicago. Betty, by the way, said that if her hubby doesn't come home soon from overseas, she is going over there. Guess he's in Europe. She is still with Douglas Aircraft in Park Ridge and likes her job very much - said it is entirely different work than what she did with the Chicago Tribune. Just as she was leaving, I saw Mrs. O'Brien, Bob's Mother, her daughter, daughter-in-law and little grandon who was so very ill when Jane Marie and Bob were married. he is far from being a ill little boy now; had loads of pep and was running up and down the front terrace. Had a very nice visit with Bob's Mother who mentioned more than once how happy you two are. Sh's a mighty fine looking woman and it's easy to understand why you've such a handsome husband, Jane Marie, after seeing his Mom.
      While out on the lawn aside you home (it was really frightfully hot inside due to the great many people) I happened to spy a lady - the dowager type, if you know what I mean, coming down the street all dressed up in a long black lace dinner dress - white gloves, of course, and hat. I thought now that gal really got herself dressed for this reception. Saw her leave about half an hour later. Who she was, I don't know, but I'm sure she must have been a Falk, Schlinger, Pabst or Astorbilt.
      The Kearney's had to leave early - around 5 or 5:30 as they had to attend another wedding reception in Oak Park - that of Bobbie Donnelley, school friend ot Pat's, also her parents and Pegy and Larry have been friends for yars and yars. Pat's friends are surley leaving spinsterhood behind, for another gal, Jean Strenning, was married middle of last week, and Elaine Stephen this coming Saturday. It was Pat who inrtoduced her Bill Culerton. Bill Cullerton certainly is a good catch - am wondering if that ever occurred to Pat.
      Bill - Bing Crosby is going to tour the South Pacific this Fall - sponsored by the Navy. Hope you get to see him. He's my pet entertainer.
      Never have I seen such a gorgeous display of wedding gifts. These included
      2 lamps - beautiful table ones
      3 large mirrors
      3 wool blankets (one was from Jo Bryant & Nellie Gatrell Gunther of Evanston) (Marian also received a lovely wool blanket from the Rice gals at the shower given by your Aunt Margen.)
      2 settings of her Sterling Sliverware - one from Jane Marie and Bob and the other from the Barretts of River Forest
      Sterling silver dish - very beautiful too - from Mr. and Mrs. Prinz
      Glass perfume tray and bottles from Kearney family
      Carved walnut 18th Century shadow box. ( Boys, in case you don't know what this is it's about 9" x 12 or 13", has two shelves and is framed like a picture and can be used to hang on the wall and hold treasured pieces of china or glass or plants - it's really a lovely gift - from the Jacobsons)
      Glass vases and cake and sandwich trays of every description - some of the vases were in pairs, others singletons
      Table linen
      A set of dishes - Franciscan Pottery in a rose shade - consisting of dinner plates, salads, cups and saucers, vegetable bowl and platter - service for 8 - from the Ranfts of Oak Park
      A pair of flower prints, attractively framed
      Lace table cloth
      Sterling salt and pepper shakers
      Beautiful walnut living room table (for a lamp) from Marian's office gang
      1 table setting of her china which is the "Mountain Laurel" pattern, by Franciscan.
      The dishes Jack and I gave her are Franciscan Pottery - different pattern to be sure and much more durable than china- they're for everyday use and Marian I'm sure will let you dry these but not the china.)
      Towels of every description
      A War Bond
      Those who hadn't seen your home before simply raved about it. Really if one had a million dollars they couldn't ask for a nicer view - from the beautiful park across the street and Washington Blvd. just a few steps away. There were pink geranium in bloom in boxes outside the dining room windows.
      I did mention, didn't I, that there was "wet goods" of most every kind in the basement? When cousin Kyran Vincent Phelan arrived about 8:30 pm someone overheard your Dad thank him for the five bottles of extra good stuff which he had sent up earlier by his brother Bill.
      About 6:30 a buffet supper was served to about 30 or more who remained after the "reception hours" and what a feast that was! There was baked ham, which makes my mouth water even now when I think of it - baked beans which were a "poem" - lobster salad - potato and vegetable salads - releshes - cold cuts including the best liverwurst I've ever tasted - coffee - cakes and more cakes - and such scads of food. Your Mother told me that the salads were made and delivered by Schuster's; the cateress made the hors doeuvres. Who made the delicious little cakes, I don't know. The temperature had dropped some by evening and our appetites returned. It was so warm during the reception that folks didn't eat as much as they did at your wedding, Jane Marie, or drink either, altho' the punch was so good.
      The bride and groom left a little after five on, I'm told, a fishing trip. They said they'd return in about a week.
      Your Aunt Margene told me a couple of weeks ago about their apartment which is near 58th and North Avenue. She said it was just darling and furnished like a model apartment one sees in the department stores.
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     1. Richard Warren Weithofer,   b. 30 Apr 1946, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 7 Feb 1947, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 0 years)  [Father: natural]  [Mother: natural]
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     3. William Patrick Weithofer,   b. 21 Oct 1948, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 27 Jun 1958, Wakefield, Middlesex, Massachusetts, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 9 years)  [Father: natural]  [Mother: natural]
     4. William Weithofer,   b. 21 Oct 1948, Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 27 Jun 1986, Cincinnati, Hamilton, Ohio, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 37 years)  [Father: natural]  [Mother: natural]
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     9. Mary Kathleen Weithofer,   b. 27 Apr 1956, Wakefield, Middlesex, Massachusetts, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 14 Jul 1986, Finneytown, Hamilton, Ohio, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 30 years)  [Father: natural]  [Mother: natural]
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     11. Thomas P Weithofer,   b. 2 Sep 1963, Cincinnati, Hamilton, Ohio, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 5 Apr 1986, Cincinnati, Hamilton, Ohio, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 22 years)  [Father: natural]  [Mother: natural]
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    • Cook County, Illinois, Birth Certificates Index, 1871-1922 Name: Marion Rita Conarchy Birth Date: 25 Jan 1920 Birth Place: Chicago, Cook, Illinois Gender: Female Father Name: Kyran Patrick Conarchy Father's Age: 29 Mother Name: June Marie Lavery Mother's Age: 27 FHL Film Number: 1309358 Cook County, Illinois Birth Index, 1916-1935 Name: Marion Conarchy Birth Date: 25 Jan 1920 Birth Location: Cook County, IL File Number: 6002360 Archive Collection Name: Cook County Genealogy Records (Births) Archive repository location: Chicago, IL Archive repository name: Cook County Clerk

      Baptismal sponsors Angela Lavery and William Phelan. When she was five years old, she was hit in the head by a horseshoe pitched by her Uncle Clem. Warren and I became engaged on Christmas Eve 1944. I had been kidding Warren about my Christmas present. We ended up making a bet, one Tom Collins, for whoever won. Christmas eve Mother asked us to mail a late Christmas card at the downtown Milwaukee post office. I suspect she was in on the event. After mailing the card, Warren drove down to the lake front. We walked for a while in six inches of snow. When we stopped to look at the lake, Warren asked me to marry him and of course I said yes with all my heart. When we got back in the car, I said he owed me a Tom Collins. I just got a smile. Christmas morning when I was opening my presents, these was a small package addressed to Briny Marlin (Warren's pet name for me) in it was a lovely gold and amber bracelet. Guess who bought the Tom Collins. I like to kid my grandchildren that we had our first date on June 22nd and were married on June 23rd. Of course, I neglect to mention that it was two years later. Warren was an only child and even before we became engaged, he warned me that he would not settle for an only child. He thought twelve might be a nice number. When I was pregnant with our first child, Dicky, the doctor told me that because of a medical condition, I would probably never be able to carry a baby beyond four months. I was devastated but Warren comforted me with the fact we could always adopt children but only if we could adopt at least two. Thank God the doctor was wrong. Although after the fourth child, he claimed we were just proving the medical books wrong! With the help of God, we did our best ending up with fourteen children, 10 births (mostly a month premature) and four miscarriages (two of who were little boys). We definitely favored boys. Although, we were delighted when, after seven boys two girls, Mary Kay and Bridget, arrived followed by an eight boy, Tom. We had a happy life together. My only regret is that Warren didn't live as long as his parents. His mother was still alive when he died. We enjoyed only four years of retirement during which we lost Mary Kay and Tom. Warren really missed Tom as they became very close. Both enjoyed the internet and computers. Marian served as a Den Mother and Craft Chair for St Joseph's Cub Pack in Wakefield, MA for a number of years. She also was a Brownie and Girl Scout leader in Finneytown, OH and the Recruiting Chairman. She was recipient of the St. Ann's Medal, awarded to the outstanding Catholic Girl Scout Leader. Marian worked for Allis Chalmers for four years as a secretary. ----------------- Christ Hospital Serving Fall 1979 Thirty-three years of living with cystic fibrosis have made the Warren family experts on the subject. Four of their 10 children were born with the hereditary disease. Advancements in antibiotics and respiratory therapy have increased life expectancy for CF patients dramatically. Thirty-three years ago, the Warren's first-born lived nine months. Their third child, born 31 years ago, lived nine and a half years. In this story, you'll meet Mary Kay, 23, and Tom, who just turned 16. They are eighth and tenth in birth order. Didn't the Warrens hesitate to have more children after losing two to CF? "No," says Mrs. Warren. "They were such a joy, such delightful, happy children that even though we never get over missing them we look back and know they had wonderful lives. Mary Kay and Tom have done well in spite of it, and we have been able to raise a fairly normal family. There are a lot of things worse than CF." What is cystic fibrosis? "Abnormally thick bronchial secretions fill the lungs of CF patients, causing breathing difficulties, lung infections and eventual deterioration of the lungs," says Martin Brueggemann, M.D. Dr. Brueggemann and Anthony Salem, M.D., are co-chiefs of the Christ Hospital's section of pulmonary diseases. CF also is characterized by excessive loss of salt through sweat glands and digestive problems caused by lack of pancreatic enzymes. "Patients don't digest food well - particularly fats - and nutrition is a big problem." High caloric, high salt and low fat diets are prescribed. "Usually CF kids have big appetites but don't gain weight. Tom has a poor appetite," says his mother. He stands half an inch shy of five feet and weighs 57.5 pounds. The disease is passed through recessive genes, which means both parents must be carriers. Neither of the Warrens is aware of the disease in their family history, and there were no unexplained infant deaths that could be attributed to CF. Nevertheless, they both carry the recessive gene. Statistically, one-fourth of their children would have the disease, one-half would be carriers and one-fourth would not be affected. None of their seven grandchildren have CF. Mrs. Warren can recount the evolution of diagnostic procedures. The test used more than 30 years ago measured undigested fibers in the stool. Danny, their second CF baby, tested negative until he was two years old. "We were sure he had it, so the doctors treated him anyway," she remembers. Secretions were taken from the duodenal area, in diagnostic tests used on several of their younger children. "I knew Mary Kay and Tom had it about two days after they were born," says Mrs. Warren. Her knowledge was confirmed two weeks later by a simple test that measured the salt content of their sweat. What does living with CF mean to Mary Kay and Tom? Tom wins the pills-per-day race, 58-55. They each take a dozen enzyme pills before every meal to aid digestion. Daily doses of antibiotics and salt tablets are included in the total. "Our monthly drug bills run about $100 apiece when they're well and range as high as $600 when they have infections." Dr. Brueggemann believes they are the only CF patients in Cincinnati taking periodic courses of antibiotic therapy using a heparin lock as outpatients. "A fine needle with plastic tubing on the end is inserted into a vein and taped to the arm. Mary Kay and Tom inject the antibiotic into their veins through the tubing over a five-minute period every eight hours for 10 days," says Brueggemann. "It's a method first used in Cleveland, and it gives a high blood level of antibiotic and avoids prolonged hospitalizations." Respiratory therapy once or twice a day helps Tom and Mary Kay clear their lungs of secretions. They inhale a mist that contains a medication to dilate their bronchial tubes. Their mother completes the treatment with postural drainage and percussion (clapping the chest). If an infection develops, respiratory therapy is increased to four times a day. When Mrs. Warren started giving respiratory therapy 33 years ago, a hand-squeezed nebulizer was all that was available to produce a mist. "My husband, who is an engineer, connected it to a tire pump. Before many years, a compressor was developed for use at home." "I hate hospitals with a passion," says Mary Kay, who has had six hospital stays in the last two years. Tom, who has been hospitalized four times enjoys bantering with his nurses and therapists. Dr. Brueggemann says, "Until two years ago, neither one had been hospitalized." He believes Tom and Mary Kay have done so well because they received good pediatric care and good care by their family. When they've had a fever more than a week or are coughing blood, he admits them for what they call a lung "tune up." Intravenous antibiotics and intensified respiratory therapy generally last a week or 10 days. "Their lung function is around 30-40 percent of normal, and the amount of oxygen in their blood is marginal-about two-thirds of what it should be," says Dr. Brueggemann. "Despite the extent of their disease, Tom and Mary Kay have adapted very well." Their mother agrees. "They compensate for their physical handicap with other things. Tom has done very well getting into St. Xavier High School and has made us very proud of him. Mary Kay is going to business college. Both were active in Scouts when they were younger." Adults with CF have had problems finding jobs because of their persistent coughing. Brueggemann says, "The difference between cystic fibrosis and other chronic obstructive lung diseases is that they produce mucous all the time. With other diseases, patients cough when they're sick, but with CF it's when their cough subsides that they are in trouble." They limit their activities to whatever they can do without becoming too tired. Mary Kay gardens and does needle work, Tom builds models and works on jigsaw puzzles. When air pollution levels rise, they seek haven in their air conditioned bedrooms. Their disease does not cause pain unless there's infection, but it can be "a pain in the neck." Mrs. Warren can remember when there was no future for CF kids. Billy was eight when he saw a TV spot about cystic fibrosis. She wondered what his reaction would be to the message that life expectancy was four years. "When the other kids came home," she recalls, "he lay quietly on the floor. 'Don't talk to me; I'm a ghost." Survival rates for CF patients have improved considerably. Seventy-five percent are alive at the end of 18 years; about 50 percent are alive at age 26. What do Mary Kay and Tom want for their future? "I am going to college and not quit until I get a doctor's degree in mathematics," says Tom. "My goal is to discover the next perfect number." Mary Kay wants to follow her mother's example. "I am going to have a lot of children-I want dozens." All her children would be carriers of cystic fibrosis, but none would have the disease unless their father carried the recessive gene. Tom and Mary Kay know life will be a little tougher for them, than for most. But they also know it's a life worth living. ---------------------------- Marian Rita Weithofer January 25, 1920 - February 23, 2016 WEITHOFER, Marian Rita (nee Conarchy) Beloved wife of the late F. Warren Weithofer. Dear mother of Robert (Pat), Michael (Sharon), John (Julianne), James (Sharon), Frank (Deborah) Weithofer, Bridget Conroy and the late Richard, William, Mary Kay and Thomas Weithofer. Loving grandmother of 18 grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren. Dear sister of Ann Hunter, Sr. Lois Conarchy and the late Jane, Kyran, William (survived by Mary) and Jack (survived by Jane). Also survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Passed away February 23, 2016 at age 96. Visitation to be held at Hodapp Funeral Home, 6041 Hamilton Ave., College Hill, 45224, Friday, February 26, 2016 from 6-8 PM. Mass of Christian Burial at St. Vivian Church, 7600 Winton Rd. Finneytown, 45224, Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 10 AM. -------------------------------- The loss of a mother is difficult. The loss of a mother with Conarchy roots is so profound. Sending our loving thoughts and prayers. Your O’Brien Cousins -------------------------------- Eulogy written and presented by Jessica Marie Weithofer With the ending of one’s life, you naturally begin to think back, think about what made them “tick.” The three things that came to my mind about my grandmother are family, faith, and the luck of the Irish. It goes without saying, anyone who has ten children, values family. She didn’t just value family, family was her top priority. She balanced it all…her husband, sick children, healthy children, siblings….then grandchildren and great grandchildren. I will forever be amazed how she handled it all…and kept everyone straight. Grandma had the luck of the Irish with her. She was lucky to find the love of her life in my grandfather. She was lucky to be gifted with so many talents…cooking, sewing, painting, cross stitching, just to name a few. She was lucky to have a passion for and the opportunity to travel and see the world. Now, her life was not all rainbows and pots of gold…this is where her faith comes in. Despite the tragedy and heartache in her life, her faith never waivered. My grandmother has always had faith in God and the Catholic Church. I believe that is a huge part of her living to be 96. She didn’t question why, she accepted everything that came her way as part of God’s plan. But to be honest, we are the lucky ones. She touched all of us. She influenced all of us. She loved all of us. And we are all better people because of her.
      Baptismal sponsors Angela Lavery and William Phelan.
      When she was five years old, she was hit in the head by a horseshoe pitched by her Uncle Clem.
      Warren and I became engaged on Christmas Eve 1944. I had been kidding Warren about my Christmas present. We ended up making a bet, one Tom Collins, for whoever won. Christmas eve Mother asked us to mail a late Christmas card at the downtown Milwaukee post office. I suspect she was in on the event. After mailing the card, Warren drove down to the lake front. We walked for a while in six inches of snow. When we stopped to look at the lake, Warren asked me to marry him and of course I said yes with all my heart. When we got back in the car, I said he owed me a Tom Collins. I just got a smile. Christmas morning when I was opening my presents, these was a small package addressed to Briny Marlin (Warren's pet name for me) in it was a lovely gold and amber bracelet. Guess who bought the Tom Collins.
      I like to kid my grandchildren that we had our first date on June 22nd and were married on June 23rd. Of course, I neglect to mention that it was two years later.
      Warren was an only child and even before we became engaged, he warned me that he would not settle for an only child. He thought twelve might be a nice number. When I was pregnant with our first child, Dicky, the doctor told me that because of a medical condition, I would probably never be able to carry a baby beyond four months. I was devastated but Warren comforted me with the fact we could always adopt children but only if we could adopt at least two. Thank God the doctor was wrong. Although after the fourth child, he claimed we were just proving the medical books wrong! With the help of God, we did our best ending up with fourteen children, 10 births (mostly a month premature) and four miscarriages (two of who were little boys). We definitely favored boys. Although, we were delighted when, after seven boys two girls, Mary Kay and Bridget, arrived followed by an eight boy, Tom.
      We had a happy life together. My only regret is that Warren didn't live as long as his parents. His mother was still alive when he died. We enjoyed only four years of retirement during which we lost Mary Kay and Tom. Warren really missed Tom as they became very close. Both enjoyed the internet and computers.
      Marian served as a Den Mother and Craft Chair for St Joseph's Cub Pack in Wakefield, MA for a number of years. She also was a Brownie and Girl Scout leader in Finneytown, OH and the Recruiting Chairman. She was recipient of the St. Ann's Medal, awarded to the outstanding Catholic Girl Scout Leader.
      Marian worked for Allis Chalmers for four years as a secretary.
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      Christ Hospital Serving Fall 1979
      Thirty-three years of living with cystic fibrosis have made the Warren family experts on the subject. Four of their 10 children were born with the hereditary disease.
      Advancements in antibiotics and respiratory therapy have increased life expectancy for CF patients dramatically.
      Thirty-three years ago, the Warren's first-born lived nine months. Their third child, born 31 years ago, lived nine and a half years.
      In this story, you'll meet Mary Kay, 23, and Tom, who just turned 16. They are eighth and tenth in birth order.
      Didn't the Warrens hesitate to have more children after losing two to CF? "No," says Mrs. Warren. "They were such a joy, such delightful, happy children that even though we never get over missing them we look back and know they had wonderful lives. Mary Kay and Tom have done well in spite of it, and we have been able to raise a fairly normal family. There are a lot of things worse than CF."
      What is cystic fibrosis?
      "Abnormally thick bronchial secretions fill the lungs of CF patients, causing breathing difficulties, lung infections and eventual deterioration of the lungs," says Martin Brueggemann, M.D. Dr. Brueggemann and Anthony Salem, M.D., are co-chiefs of the Christ Hospital's section of pulmonary diseases.
      CF also is characterized by excessive loss of salt through sweat glands and digestive problems caused by lack of pancreatic enzymes. "Patients don't digest food well - particularly fats - and nutrition is a big problem." High caloric, high salt and low fat diets are prescribed.
      "Usually CF kids have big appetites but don't gain weight. Tom has a poor appetite," says his mother. He stands half an inch shy of five feet and weighs 57.5 pounds.
      The disease is passed through recessive genes, which means both parents must be carriers. Neither of the Warrens is aware of the disease in their family history, and there were no unexplained infant deaths that could be attributed to CF. Nevertheless, they both carry the recessive gene.
      Statistically, one-fourth of their children would have the disease, one-half would be carriers and one-fourth would not be affected. None of their seven grandchildren have CF.
      Mrs. Warren can recount the evolution of diagnostic procedures. The test used more than 30 years ago measured undigested fibers in the stool. Danny, their second CF baby, tested negative until he was two years old. "We were sure he had it, so the doctors treated him anyway," she remembers.
      Secretions were taken from the duodenal area, in diagnostic tests used on several of their younger children.
      "I knew Mary Kay and Tom had it about two days after they were born," says Mrs. Warren. Her knowledge was confirmed two weeks later by a simple test that measured the salt content of their sweat.
      What does living with CF mean to Mary Kay and Tom?
      Tom wins the pills-per-day race, 58-55. They each take a dozen enzyme pills before every meal to aid digestion. Daily doses of antibiotics and salt tablets are included in the total. "Our monthly drug bills run about $100 apiece when they're well and range as high as $600 when they have infections."
      Dr. Brueggemann believes they are the only CF patients in Cincinnati taking periodic courses of antibiotic therapy using a heparin lock as outpatients. "A fine needle with plastic tubing on the end is inserted into a vein and taped to the arm. Mary Kay and Tom inject the antibiotic into their veins through the tubing over a five-minute period every eight hours for 10 days," says Brueggemann. "It's a method first used in Cleveland, and it gives a high blood level of antibiotic and avoids prolonged hospitalizations."
      Respiratory therapy once or twice a day helps Tom and Mary Kay clear their lungs of secretions. They inhale a mist that contains a medication to dilate their bronchial tubes. Their mother completes the treatment with postural drainage and percussion (clapping the chest).
      If an infection develops, respiratory therapy is increased to four times a day.
      When Mrs. Warren started giving respiratory therapy 33 years ago, a hand-squeezed nebulizer was all that was available to produce a mist. "My husband, who is an engineer, connected it to a tire pump. Before many years, a compressor was developed for use at home."
      "I hate hospitals with a passion," says Mary Kay, who has had six hospital stays in the last two years. Tom, who has been hospitalized four times enjoys bantering with his nurses and therapists.
      Dr. Brueggemann says, "Until two years ago, neither one had been hospitalized." He believes Tom and Mary Kay have done so well because they received good pediatric care and good care by their family.
      When they've had a fever more than a week or are coughing blood, he admits them for what they call a lung "tune up." Intravenous antibiotics and intensified respiratory therapy generally last a week or 10 days.
      "Their lung function is around 30-40 percent of normal, and the amount of oxygen in their blood is marginal-about two-thirds of what it should be," says Dr. Brueggemann. "Despite the extent of their disease, Tom and Mary Kay have adapted very well."
      Their mother agrees. "They compensate for their physical handicap with other things. Tom has done very well getting into St. Xavier High School and has made us very proud of him. Mary Kay is going to business college. Both were active in Scouts when they were younger."
      Adults with CF have had problems finding jobs because of their persistent coughing. Brueggemann says, "The difference between cystic fibrosis and other chronic obstructive lung diseases is that they produce mucous all the time. With other diseases, patients cough when they're sick, but with CF it's when their cough subsides that they are in trouble."
      They limit their activities to whatever they can do without becoming too tired. Mary Kay gardens and does needle work, Tom builds models and works on jigsaw puzzles. When air pollution levels rise, they seek haven in their air conditioned bedrooms.
      Their disease does not cause pain unless there's infection, but it can be "a pain in the neck."
      Mrs. Warren can remember when there was no future for CF kids. Billy was eight when he saw a TV spot about cystic fibrosis. She wondered what his reaction would be to the message that life expectancy was four years. "When the other kids came home," she recalls, "he lay quietly on the floor. 'Don't talk to me; I'm a ghost."
      Survival rates for CF patients have improved considerably. Seventy-five percent are alive at the end of 18 years; about 50 percent are alive at age 26.
      What do Mary Kay and Tom want for their future? "I am going to college and not quit until I get a doctor's degree in mathematics," says Tom. "My goal is to discover the next perfect number."
      Mary Kay wants to follow her mother's example. "I am going to have a lot of children-I want dozens." All her children would be carriers of cystic fibrosis, but none would have the disease unless their father carried the recessive gene.
      Tom and Mary Kay know life will be a little tougher for them, than for most. But they also know it's a life worth living.
      ----------------------------
      Marian Rita Weithofer
      January 25, 1920 - February 23, 2016
      WEITHOFER, Marian Rita (nee Conarchy) Beloved wife of the late F. Warren Weithofer. Dear mother of Robert (Pat), Michael (Sharon), John (Julianne), James (Sharon), Frank (Deborah) Weithofer, Bridget Conroy and the late Richard, William, Mary Kay and Thomas Weithofer. Loving grandmother of 18 grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren. Dear sister of Ann Hunter, Sr. Lois Conarchy and the late Jane, Kyran, William (survived by Mary) and Jack (survived by Jane). Also survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Passed away February 23, 2016 at age 96. Visitation to be held at Hodapp Funeral Home, 6041 Hamilton Ave., College Hill, 45224, Friday, February 26, 2016 from 6-8 PM. Mass of Christian Burial at St. Vivian Church, 7600 Winton Rd. Finneytown, 45224, Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 10 AM.
      --------------------------------
      The loss of a mother is difficult. The loss of a mother with Conarchy roots is so profound. Sending our loving thoughts and prayers.
      Your O’Brien Cousins
      --------------------------------
      Eulogy written and presented by Jessica Marie Weithofer
      With the ending of one’s life, you naturally begin to think back, think about what made them “tick.” The three things that came to my mind about my grandmother are family, faith, and the luck of the Irish. It goes without saying, anyone who has ten children, values family. She didn’t just value family, family was her top priority. She balanced it all…her husband, sick children, healthy children, siblings….then grandchildren and great grandchildren. I will forever be amazed how she handled it all…and kept everyone straight. Grandma had the luck of the Irish with her. She was lucky to find the love of her life in my grandfather. She was lucky to be gifted with so many talents…cooking, sewing, painting, cross stitching, just to name a few. She was lucky to have a passion for and the opportunity to travel and see the world. Now, her life was not all rainbows and pots of gold…this is where her faith comes in. Despite the tragedy and heartache in her life, her faith never waivered. My grandmother has always had faith in God and the Catholic Church. I believe that is a huge part of her living to be 96. She didn’t question why, she accepted everything that came her way as part of God’s plan. But to be honest, we are the lucky ones. She touched all of us. She influenced all of us. She loved all of us. And we are all better people because of her.

      Baptismal sponsors Angela Lavery and William Phelan. When she was five years old, she was hit in the head by a horseshoe pitched by her Uncle Clem. Warren and I became engaged on Christmas Eve 1944. I had been kidding Warren about my Christmas present. We ended up making a bet, one Tom Collins, for whoever won. Christmas eve Mother asked us to mail a late Christmas card at the downtown Milwaukee post office. I suspect she was in on the event. After mailing the card, Warren drove down to the lake front. We walked for a while in six inches of snow. When we stopped to look at the lake, Warren asked me to marry him and of course I said yes with all my heart. When we got back in the car, I said he owed me a Tom Collins. I just got a smile. Christmas morning when I was opening my presents, these was a small package addressed to Briny Marlin (Warren's pet name for me) in it was a lovely gold and amber bracelet. Guess who bought the Tom Collins. I like to kid my grandchildren that we had our first date on June 22nd and were married on June 23rd. Of course, I neglect to mention that it was two years later. Warren was an only child and even before we became engaged, he warned me that he would not settle for an only child. He thought twelve might be a nice number. When I was pregnant with our first child, Dicky, the doctor told me that because of a medical condition, I would probably never be able to carry a baby beyond four months. I was devastated but Warren comforted me with the fact we could always adopt children but only if we could adopt at least two. Thank God the doctor was wrong. Although after the fourth child, he claimed we were just proving the medical books wrong! With the help of God, we did our best ending up with fourteen children, 10 births (mostly a month premature) and four miscarriages (two of who were little boys). We definitely favored boys. Although, we were delighted when, after seven boys two girls, Mary Kay and Bridget, arrived followed by an eight boy, Tom. We had a happy life together. My only regret is that Warren didn't live as long as his parents. His mother was still alive when he died. We enjoyed only four years of retirement during which we lost Mary Kay and Tom. Warren really missed Tom as they became very close. Both enjoyed the internet and computers. Marian served as a Den Mother and Craft Chair for St Joseph's Cub Pack in Wakefield, MA for a number of years. She also was a Brownie and Girl Scout leader in Finneytown, OH and the Recruiting Chairman. She was recipient of the St. Ann's Medal, awarded to the outstanding Catholic Girl Scout Leader. Marian worked for Allis Chalmers for four years as a secretary. ----------------- Christ Hospital Serving Fall 1979 Thirty-three years of living with cystic fibrosis have made the Warren family experts on the subject. Four of their 10 children were born with the hereditary disease. Advancements in antibiotics and respiratory therapy have increased life expectancy for CF patients dramatically. Thirty-three years ago, the Warren's first-born lived nine months. Their third child, born 31 years ago, lived nine and a half years. In this story, you'll meet Mary Kay, 23, and Tom, who just turned 16. They are eighth and tenth in birth order. Didn't the Warrens hesitate to have more children after losing two to CF? "No," says Mrs. Warren. "They were such a joy, such delightful, happy children that even though we never get over missing them we look back and know they had wonderful lives. Mary Kay and Tom have done well in spite of it, and we have been able to raise a fairly normal family. There are a lot of things worse than CF." What is cystic fibrosis? "Abnormally thick bronchial secretions fill the lungs of CF patients, causing breathing difficulties, lung infections and eventual deterioration of the lungs," says Martin Brueggemann, M.D. Dr. Brueggemann and Anthony Salem, M.D., are co-chiefs of the Christ Hospital's section of pulmonary diseases. CF also is characterized by excessive loss of salt through sweat glands and digestive problems caused by lack of pancreatic enzymes. "Patients don't digest food well - particularly fats - and nutrition is a big problem." High caloric, high salt and low fat diets are prescribed. "Usually CF kids have big appetites but don't gain weight. Tom has a poor appetite," says his mother. He stands half an inch shy of five feet and weighs 57.5 pounds. The disease is passed through recessive genes, which means both parents must be carriers. Neither of the Warrens is aware of the disease in their family history, and there were no unexplained infant deaths that could be attributed to CF. Nevertheless, they both carry the recessive gene. Statistically, one-fourth of their children would have the disease, one-half would be carriers and one-fourth would not be affected. None of their seven grandchildren have CF. Mrs. Warren can recount the evolution of diagnostic procedures. The test used more than 30 years ago measured undigested fibers in the stool. Danny, their second CF baby, tested negative until he was two years old. "We were sure he had it, so the doctors treated him anyway," she remembers. Secretions were taken from the duodenal area, in diagnostic tests used on several of their younger children. "I knew Mary Kay and Tom had it about two days after they were born," says Mrs. Warren. Her knowledge was confirmed two weeks later by a simple test that measured the salt content of their sweat. What does living with CF mean to Mary Kay and Tom? Tom wins the pills-per-day race, 58-55. They each take a dozen enzyme pills before every meal to aid digestion. Daily doses of antibiotics and salt tablets are included in the total. "Our monthly drug bills run about $100 apiece when they're well and range as high as $600 when they have infections." Dr. Brueggemann believes they are the only CF patients in Cincinnati taking periodic courses of antibiotic therapy using a heparin lock as outpatients. "A fine needle with plastic tubing on the end is inserted into a vein and taped to the arm. Mary Kay and Tom inject the antibiotic into their veins through the tubing over a five-minute period every eight hours for 10 days," says Brueggemann. "It's a method first used in Cleveland, and it gives a high blood level of antibiotic and avoids prolonged hospitalizations." Respiratory therapy once or twice a day helps Tom and Mary Kay clear their lungs of secretions. They inhale a mist that contains a medication to dilate their bronchial tubes. Their mother completes the treatment with postural drainage and percussion (clapping the chest). If an infection develops, respiratory therapy is increased to four times a day. When Mrs. Warren started giving respiratory therapy 33 years ago, a hand-squeezed nebulizer was all that was available to produce a mist. "My husband, who is an engineer, connected it to a tire pump. Before many years, a compressor was developed for use at home." "I hate hospitals with a passion," says Mary Kay, who has had six hospital stays in the last two years. Tom, who has been hospitalized four times enjoys bantering with his nurses and therapists. Dr. Brueggemann says, "Until two years ago, neither one had been hospitalized." He believes Tom and Mary Kay have done so well because they received good pediatric care and good care by their family. When they've had a fever more than a week or are coughing blood, he admits them for what they call a lung "tune up." Intravenous antibiotics and intensified respiratory therapy generally last a week or 10 days. "Their lung function is around 30-40 percent of normal, and the amount of oxygen in their blood is marginal-about two-thirds of what it should be," says Dr. Brueggemann. "Despite the extent of their disease, Tom and Mary Kay have adapted very well." Their mother agrees. "They compensate for their physical handicap with other things. Tom has done very well getting into St. Xavier High School and has made us very proud of him. Mary Kay is going to business college. Both were active in Scouts when they were younger." Adults with CF have had problems finding jobs because of their persistent coughing. Brueggemann says, "The difference between cystic fibrosis and other chronic obstructive lung diseases is that they produce mucous all the time. With other diseases, patients cough when they're sick, but with CF it's when their cough subsides that they are in trouble." They limit their activities to whatever they can do without becoming too tired. Mary Kay gardens and does needle work, Tom builds models and works on jigsaw puzzles. When air pollution levels rise, they seek haven in their air conditioned bedrooms. Their disease does not cause pain unless there's infection, but it can be "a pain in the neck." Mrs. Warren can remember when there was no future for CF kids. Billy was eight when he saw a TV spot about cystic fibrosis. She wondered what his reaction would be to the message that life expectancy was four years. "When the other kids came home," she recalls, "he lay quietly on the floor. 'Don't talk to me; I'm a ghost." Survival rates for CF patients have improved considerably. Seventy-five percent are alive at the end of 18 years; about 50 percent are alive at age 26. What do Mary Kay and Tom want for their future? "I am going to college and not quit until I get a doctor's degree in mathematics," says Tom. "My goal is to discover the next perfect number." Mary Kay wants to follow her mother's example. "I am going to have a lot of children-I want dozens." All her children would be carriers of cystic fibrosis, but none would have the disease unless their father carried the recessive gene. Tom and Mary Kay know life will be a little tougher for them, than for most. But they also know it's a life worth living. ---------------------------- Marian Rita Weithofer January 25, 1920 - February 23, 2016 WEITHOFER, Marian Rita (nee Conarchy) Beloved wife of the late F. Warren Weithofer. Dear mother of Robert (Pat), Michael (Sharon), John (Julianne), James (Sharon), Frank (Deborah) Weithofer, Bridget Conroy and the late Richard, William, Mary Kay and Thomas Weithofer. Loving grandmother of 18 grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren. Dear sister of Ann Hunter, Sr. Lois Conarchy and the late Jane, Kyran, William (survived by Mary) and Jack (survived by Jane). Also survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Passed away February 23, 2016 at age 96. Visitation to be held at Hodapp Funeral Home, 6041 Hamilton Ave., College Hill, 45224, Friday, February 26, 2016 from 6-8 PM. Mass of Christian Burial at St. Vivian Church, 7600 Winton Rd. Finneytown, 45224, Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 10 AM. -------------------------------- The loss of a mother is difficult. The loss of a mother with Conarchy roots is so profound. Sending our loving thoughts and prayers. Your O´Brien Cousins -------------------------------- Eulogy written and presented by Jessica Marie Weithofer With the ending of one´s life, you naturally begin to think back, think about what made them ``tick.´´ The three things that came to my mind about my grandmother are family, faith, and the luck of the Irish. It goes without saying, anyone who has ten children, values family. She didn´t just value family, family was her top priority. She balanced it all…her husband, sick children, healthy children, siblings….then grandchildren and great grandchildren. I will forever be amazed how she handled it all…and kept everyone straight. Grandma had the luck of the Irish with her. She was lucky to find the love of her life in my grandfather. She was lucky to be gifted with so many talents…cooking, sewing, painting, cross stitching, just to name a few. She was lucky to have a passion for and the opportunity to travel and see the world. Now, her life was not all rainbows and pots of gold…this is where her faith comes in. Despite the tragedy and heartache in her life, her faith never waivered. My grandmother has always had faith in God and the Catholic Church. I believe that is a huge part of her living to be 96. She didn´t question why, she accepted everything that came her way as part of God´s plan. But to be honest, we are the lucky ones. She touched all of us. She influenced all of us. She loved all of us. And we are all better people because of her.
      Baptismal sponsors Angela Lavery and William Phelan.
      When she was five years old, she was hit in the head by a horseshoe pitched by her Uncle Clem.
      Warren and I became engaged on Christmas Eve 1944. I had been kidding Warren about my Christmas present. We ended up making a bet, one Tom Collins, for whoever won. Christmas eve Mother asked us to mail a late Christmas card at the downtown Milwaukee post office. I suspect she was in on the event. After mailing the card, Warren drove down to the lake front. We walked for a while in six inches of snow. When we stopped to look at the lake, Warren asked me to marry him and of course I said yes with all my heart. When we got back in the car, I said he owed me a Tom Collins. I just got a smile. Christmas morning when I was opening my presents, these was a small package addressed to Briny Marlin (Warren's pet name for me) in it was a lovely gold and amber bracelet. Guess who bought the Tom Collins.
      I like to kid my grandchildren that we had our first date on June 22nd and were married on June 23rd. Of course, I neglect to mention that it was two years later.
      Warren was an only child and even before we became engaged, he warned me that he would not settle for an only child. He thought twelve might be a nice number. When I was pregnant with our first child, Dicky, the doctor told me that because of a medical condition, I would probably never be able to carry a baby beyond four months. I was devastated but Warren comforted me with the fact we could always adopt children but only if we could adopt at least two. Thank God the doctor was wrong. Although after the fourth child, he claimed we were just proving the medical books wrong! With the help of God, we did our best ending up with fourteen children, 10 births (mostly a month premature) and four miscarriages (two of who were little boys). We definitely favored boys. Although, we were delighted when, after seven boys two girls, Mary Kay and Bridget, arrived followed by an eight boy, Tom.
      We had a happy life together. My only regret is that Warren didn't live as long as his parents. His mother was still alive when he died. We enjoyed only four years of retirement during which we lost Mary Kay and Tom. Warren really missed Tom as they became very close. Both enjoyed the internet and computers.
      Marian served as a Den Mother and Craft Chair for St Joseph's Cub Pack in Wakefield, MA for a number of years. She also was a Brownie and Girl Scout leader in Finneytown, OH and the Recruiting Chairman. She was recipient of the St. Ann's Medal, awarded to the outstanding Catholic Girl Scout Leader.
      Marian worked for Allis Chalmers for four years as a secretary.
      -----------------
      Christ Hospital Serving Fall 1979
      Thirty-three years of living with cystic fibrosis have made the Warren family experts on the subject. Four of their 10 children were born with the hereditary disease.
      Advancements in antibiotics and respiratory therapy have increased life expectancy for CF patients dramatically.
      Thirty-three years ago, the Warren's first-born lived nine months. Their third child, born 31 years ago, lived nine and a half years.
      In this story, you'll meet Mary Kay, 23, and Tom, who just turned 16. They are eighth and tenth in birth order.
      Didn't the Warrens hesitate to have more children after losing two to CF? "No," says Mrs. Warren. "They were such a joy, such delightful, happy children that even though we never get over missing them we look back and know they had wonderful lives. Mary Kay and Tom have done well in spite of it, and we have been able to raise a fairly normal family. There are a lot of things worse than CF."
      What is cystic fibrosis?
      "Abnormally thick bronchial secretions fill the lungs of CF patients, causing breathing difficulties, lung infections and eventual deterioration of the lungs," says Martin Brueggemann, M.D. Dr. Brueggemann and Anthony Salem, M.D., are co-chiefs of the Christ Hospital's section of pulmonary diseases.
      CF also is characterized by excessive loss of salt through sweat glands and digestive problems caused by lack of pancreatic enzymes. "Patients don't digest food well - particularly fats - and nutrition is a big problem." High caloric, high salt and low fat diets are prescribed.
      "Usually CF kids have big appetites but don't gain weight. Tom has a poor appetite," says his mother. He stands half an inch shy of five feet and weighs 57.5 pounds.
      The disease is passed through recessive genes, which means both parents must be carriers. Neither of the Warrens is aware of the disease in their family history, and there were no unexplained infant deaths that could be attributed to CF. Nevertheless, they both carry the recessive gene.
      Statistically, one-fourth of their children would have the disease, one-half would be carriers and one-fourth would not be affected. None of their seven grandchildren have CF.
      Mrs. Warren can recount the evolution of diagnostic procedures. The test used more than 30 years ago measured undigested fibers in the stool. Danny, their second CF baby, tested negative until he was two years old. "We were sure he had it, so the doctors treated him anyway," she remembers.
      Secretions were taken from the duodenal area, in diagnostic tests used on several of their younger children.
      "I knew Mary Kay and Tom had it about two days after they were born," says Mrs. Warren. Her knowledge was confirmed two weeks later by a simple test that measured the salt content of their sweat.
      What does living with CF mean to Mary Kay and Tom?
      Tom wins the pills-per-day race, 58-55. They each take a dozen enzyme pills before every meal to aid digestion. Daily doses of antibiotics and salt tablets are included in the total. "Our monthly drug bills run about $100 apiece when they're well and range as high as $600 when they have infections."
      Dr. Brueggemann believes they are the only CF patients in Cincinnati taking periodic courses of antibiotic therapy using a heparin lock as outpatients. "A fine needle with plastic tubing on the end is inserted into a vein and taped to the arm. Mary Kay and Tom inject the antibiotic into their veins through the tubing over a five-minute period every eight hours for 10 days," says Brueggemann. "It's a method first used in Cleveland, and it gives a high blood level of antibiotic and avoids prolonged hospitalizations."
      Respiratory therapy once or twice a day helps Tom and Mary Kay clear their lungs of secretions. They inhale a mist that contains a medication to dilate their bronchial tubes. Their mother completes the treatment with postural drainage and percussion (clapping the chest).
      If an infection develops, respiratory therapy is increased to four times a day.
      When Mrs. Warren started giving respiratory therapy 33 years ago, a hand-squeezed nebulizer was all that was available to produce a mist. "My husband, who is an engineer, connected it to a tire pump. Before many years, a compressor was developed for use at home."
      "I hate hospitals with a passion," says Mary Kay, who has had six hospital stays in the last two years. Tom, who has been hospitalized four times enjoys bantering with his nurses and therapists.
      Dr. Brueggemann says, "Until two years ago, neither one had been hospitalized." He believes Tom and Mary Kay have done so well because they received good pediatric care and good care by their family.
      When they've had a fever more than a week or are coughing blood, he admits them for what they call a lung "tune up." Intravenous antibiotics and intensified respiratory therapy generally last a week or 10 days.
      "Their lung function is around 30-40 percent of normal, and the amount of oxygen in their blood is marginal-about two-thirds of what it should be," says Dr. Brueggemann. "Despite the extent of their disease, Tom and Mary Kay have adapted very well."
      Their mother agrees. "They compensate for their physical handicap with other things. Tom has done very well getting into St. Xavier High School and has made us very proud of him. Mary Kay is going to business college. Both were active in Scouts when they were younger."
      Adults with CF have had problems finding jobs because of their persistent coughing. Brueggemann says, "The difference between cystic fibrosis and other chronic obstructive lung diseases is that they produce mucous all the time. With other diseases, patients cough when they're sick, but with CF it's when their cough subsides that they are in trouble."
      They limit their activities to whatever they can do without becoming too tired. Mary Kay gardens and does needle work, Tom builds models and works on jigsaw puzzles. When air pollution levels rise, they seek haven in their air conditioned bedrooms.
      Their disease does not cause pain unless there's infection, but it can be "a pain in the neck."
      Mrs. Warren can remember when there was no future for CF kids. Billy was eight when he saw a TV spot about cystic fibrosis. She wondered what his reaction would be to the message that life expectancy was four years. "When the other kids came home," she recalls, "he lay quietly on the floor. 'Don't talk to me; I'm a ghost."
      Survival rates for CF patients have improved considerably. Seventy-five percent are alive at the end of 18 years; about 50 percent are alive at age 26.
      What do Mary Kay and Tom want for their future? "I am going to college and not quit until I get a doctor's degree in mathematics," says Tom. "My goal is to discover the next perfect number."
      Mary Kay wants to follow her mother's example. "I am going to have a lot of children-I want dozens." All her children would be carriers of cystic fibrosis, but none would have the disease unless their father carried the recessive gene.
      Tom and Mary Kay know life will be a little tougher for them, than for most. But they also know it's a life worth living.
      ----------------------------
      Marian Rita Weithofer
      January 25, 1920 - February 23, 2016
      WEITHOFER, Marian Rita (nee Conarchy) Beloved wife of the late F. Warren Weithofer. Dear mother of Robert (Pat), Michael (Sharon), John (Julianne), James (Sharon), Frank (Deborah) Weithofer, Bridget Conroy and the late Richard, William, Mary Kay and Thomas Weithofer. Loving grandmother of 18 grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren. Dear sister of Ann Hunter, Sr. Lois Conarchy and the late Jane, Kyran, William (survived by Mary) and Jack (survived by Jane). Also survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Passed away February 23, 2016 at age 96. Visitation to be held at Hodapp Funeral Home, 6041 Hamilton Ave., College Hill, 45224, Friday, February 26, 2016 from 6-8 PM. Mass of Christian Burial at St. Vivian Church, 7600 Winton Rd. Finneytown, 45224, Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 10 AM.
      --------------------------------
      The loss of a mother is difficult. The loss of a mother with Conarchy roots is so profound. Sending our loving thoughts and prayers.
      Your O´Brien Cousins
      --------------------------------
      Eulogy written and presented by Jessica Marie Weithofer
      With the ending of one´s life, you naturally begin to think back, think about what made them ``tick.´´ The three things that came to my mind about my grandmother are family, faith, and the luck of the Irish. It goes without saying, anyone who has ten children, values family. She didn´t just value family, family was her top priority. She balanced it all…her husband, sick children, healthy children, siblings….then grandchildren and great grandchildren. I will forever be amazed how she handled it all…and kept everyone straight. Grandma had the luck of the Irish with her. She was lucky to find the love of her life in my grandfather. She was lucky to be gifted with so many talents…cooking, sewing, painting, cross stitching, just to name a few. She was lucky to have a passion for and the opportunity to travel and see the world. Now, her life was not all rainbows and pots of gold…this is where her faith comes in. Despite the tragedy and heartache in her life, her faith never waivered. My grandmother has always had faith in God and the Catholic Church. I believe that is a huge part of her living to be 96. She didn´t question why, she accepted everything that came her way as part of God´s plan. But to be honest, we are the lucky ones. She touched all of us. She influenced all of us. She loved all of us. And we are all better people because of her.

      Baptismal sponsors Angela Lavery and William Phelan. When she was five years old, she was hit in the head by a horseshoe pitched by her Uncle Clem. Warren and I became engaged on Christmas Eve 1944. I had been kidding Warren about my Christmas present. We ended up making a bet, one Tom Collins, for whoever won. Christmas eve Mother asked us to mail a late Christmas card at the downtown Milwaukee post office. I suspect she was in on the event. After mailing the card, Warren drove down to the lake front. We walked for a while in six inches of snow. When we stopped to look at the lake, Warren asked me to marry him and of course I said yes with all my heart. When we got back in the car, I said he owed me a Tom Collins. I just got a smile. Christmas morning when I was opening my presents, these was a small package addressed to Briny Marlin (Warren's pet name for me) in it was a lovely gold and amber bracelet. Guess who bought the Tom Collins. I like to kid my grandchildren that we had our first date on June 22nd and were married on June 23rd. Of course, I neglect to mention that it was two years later. Warren was an only child and even before we became engaged, he warned me that he would not settle for an only child. He thought twelve might be a nice number. When I was pregnant with our first child, Dicky, the doctor told me that because of a medical condition, I would probably never be able to carry a baby beyond four months. I was devastated but Warren comforted me with the fact we could always adopt children but only if we could adopt at least two. Thank God the doctor was wrong. Although after the fourth child, he claimed we were just proving the medical books wrong! With the help of God, we did our best ending up with fourteen children, 10 births (mostly a month premature) and four miscarriages (two of who were little boys). We definitely favored boys. Although, we were delighted when, after seven boys two girls, Mary Kay and Bridget, arrived followed by an eight boy, Tom. We had a happy life together. My only regret is that Warren didn't live as long as his parents. His mother was still alive when he died. We enjoyed only four years of retirement during which we lost Mary Kay and Tom. Warren really missed Tom as they became very close. Both enjoyed the internet and computers. Marian served as a Den Mother and Craft Chair for St Joseph's Cub Pack in Wakefield, MA for a number of years. She also was a Brownie and Girl Scout leader in Finneytown, OH and the Recruiting Chairman. She was recipient of the St. Ann's Medal, awarded to the outstanding Catholic Girl Scout Leader. Marian worked for Allis Chalmers for four years as a secretary. ----------------- Christ Hospital Serving Fall 1979 Thirty-three years of living with cystic fibrosis have made the Warren family experts on the subject. Four of their 10 children were born with the hereditary disease. Advancements in antibiotics and respiratory therapy have increased life expectancy for CF patients dramatically. Thirty-three years ago, the Warren's first-born lived nine months. Their third child, born 31 years ago, lived nine and a half years. In this story, you'll meet Mary Kay, 23, and Tom, who just turned 16. They are eighth and tenth in birth order. Didn't the Warrens hesitate to have more children after losing two to CF? "No," says Mrs. Warren. "They were such a joy, such delightful, happy children that even though we never get over missing them we look back and know they had wonderful lives. Mary Kay and Tom have done well in spite of it, and we have been able to raise a fairly normal family. There are a lot of things worse than CF." What is cystic fibrosis? "Abnormally thick bronchial secretions fill the lungs of CF patients, causing breathing difficulties, lung infections and eventual deterioration of the lungs," says Martin Brueggemann, M.D. Dr. Brueggemann and Anthony Salem, M.D., are co-chiefs of the Christ Hospital's section of pulmonary diseases. CF also is characterized by excessive loss of salt through sweat glands and digestive problems caused by lack of pancreatic enzymes. "Patients don't digest food well - particularly fats - and nutrition is a big problem." High caloric, high salt and low fat diets are prescribed. "Usually CF kids have big appetites but don't gain weight. Tom has a poor appetite," says his mother. He stands half an inch shy of five feet and weighs 57.5 pounds. The disease is passed through recessive genes, which means both parents must be carriers. Neither of the Warrens is aware of the disease in their family history, and there were no unexplained infant deaths that could be attributed to CF. Nevertheless, they both carry the recessive gene. Statistically, one-fourth of their children would have the disease, one-half would be carriers and one-fourth would not be affected. None of their seven grandchildren have CF. Mrs. Warren can recount the evolution of diagnostic procedures. The test used more than 30 years ago measured undigested fibers in the stool. Danny, their second CF baby, tested negative until he was two years old. "We were sure he had it, so the doctors treated him anyway," she remembers. Secretions were taken from the duodenal area, in diagnostic tests used on several of their younger children. "I knew Mary Kay and Tom had it about two days after they were born," says Mrs. Warren. Her knowledge was confirmed two weeks later by a simple test that measured the salt content of their sweat. What does living with CF mean to Mary Kay and Tom? Tom wins the pills-per-day race, 58-55. They each take a dozen enzyme pills before every meal to aid digestion. Daily doses of antibiotics and salt tablets are included in the total. "Our monthly drug bills run about $100 apiece when they're well and range as high as $600 when they have infections." Dr. Brueggemann believes they are the only CF patients in Cincinnati taking periodic courses of antibiotic therapy using a heparin lock as outpatients. "A fine needle with plastic tubing on the end is inserted into a vein and taped to the arm. Mary Kay and Tom inject the antibiotic into their veins through the tubing over a five-minute period every eight hours for 10 days," says Brueggemann. "It's a method first used in Cleveland, and it gives a high blood level of antibiotic and avoids prolonged hospitalizations." Respiratory therapy once or twice a day helps Tom and Mary Kay clear their lungs of secretions. They inhale a mist that contains a medication to dilate their bronchial tubes. Their mother completes the treatment with postural drainage and percussion (clapping the chest). If an infection develops, respiratory therapy is increased to four times a day. When Mrs. Warren started giving respiratory therapy 33 years ago, a hand-squeezed nebulizer was all that was available to produce a mist. "My husband, who is an engineer, connected it to a tire pump. Before many years, a compressor was developed for use at home." "I hate hospitals with a passion," says Mary Kay, who has had six hospital stays in the last two years. Tom, who has been hospitalized four times enjoys bantering with his nurses and therapists. Dr. Brueggemann says, "Until two years ago, neither one had been hospitalized." He believes Tom and Mary Kay have done so well because they received good pediatric care and good care by their family. When they've had a fever more than a week or are coughing blood, he admits them for what they call a lung "tune up." Intravenous antibiotics and intensified respiratory therapy generally last a week or 10 days. "Their lung function is around 30-40 percent of normal, and the amount of oxygen in their blood is marginal-about two-thirds of what it should be," says Dr. Brueggemann. "Despite the extent of their disease, Tom and Mary Kay have adapted very well." Their mother agrees. "They compensate for their physical handicap with other things. Tom has done very well getting into St. Xavier High School and has made us very proud of him. Mary Kay is going to business college. Both were active in Scouts when they were younger." Adults with CF have had problems finding jobs because of their persistent coughing. Brueggemann says, "The difference between cystic fibrosis and other chronic obstructive lung diseases is that they produce mucous all the time. With other diseases, patients cough when they're sick, but with CF it's when their cough subsides that they are in trouble." They limit their activities to whatever they can do without becoming too tired. Mary Kay gardens and does needle work, Tom builds models and works on jigsaw puzzles. When air pollution levels rise, they seek haven in their air conditioned bedrooms. Their disease does not cause pain unless there's infection, but it can be "a pain in the neck." Mrs. Warren can remember when there was no future for CF kids. Billy was eight when he saw a TV spot about cystic fibrosis. She wondered what his reaction would be to the message that life expectancy was four years. "When the other kids came home," she recalls, "he lay quietly on the floor. 'Don't talk to me; I'm a ghost." Survival rates for CF patients have improved considerably. Seventy-five percent are alive at the end of 18 years; about 50 percent are alive at age 26. What do Mary Kay and Tom want for their future? "I am going to college and not quit until I get a doctor's degree in mathematics," says Tom. "My goal is to discover the next perfect number." Mary Kay wants to follow her mother's example. "I am going to have a lot of children-I want dozens." All her children would be carriers of cystic fibrosis, but none would have the disease unless their father carried the recessive gene. Tom and Mary Kay know life will be a little tougher for them, than for most. But they also know it's a life worth living. ---------------------------- Marian Rita Weithofer January 25, 1920 - February 23, 2016 WEITHOFER, Marian Rita (nee Conarchy) Beloved wife of the late F. Warren Weithofer. Dear mother of Robert (Pat), Michael (Sharon), John (Julianne), James (Sharon), Frank (Deborah) Weithofer, Bridget Conroy and the late Richard, William, Mary Kay and Thomas Weithofer. Loving grandmother of 18 grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren. Dear sister of Ann Hunter, Sr. Lois Conarchy and the late Jane, Kyran, William (survived by Mary) and Jack (survived by Jane). Also survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Passed away February 23, 2016 at age 96. Visitation to be held at Hodapp Funeral Home, 6041 Hamilton Ave., College Hill, 45224, Friday, February 26, 2016 from 6-8 PM. Mass of Christian Burial at St. Vivian Church, 7600 Winton Rd. Finneytown, 45224, Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 10 AM. -------------------------------- The loss of a mother is difficult. The loss of a mother with Conarchy roots is so profound. Sending our loving thoughts and prayers. Your O’Brien Cousins -------------------------------- Eulogy written and presented by Jessica Marie Weithofer With the ending of one’s life, you naturally begin to think back, think about what made them “tick.” The three things that came to my mind about my grandmother are family, faith, and the luck of the Irish. It goes without saying, anyone who has ten children, values family. She didn’t just value family, family was her top priority. She balanced it all…her husband, sick children, healthy children, siblings….then grandchildren and great grandchildren. I will forever be amazed how she handled it all…and kept everyone straight. Grandma had the luck of the Irish with her. She was lucky to find the love of her life in my grandfather. She was lucky to be gifted with so many talents…cooking, sewing, painting, cross stitching, just to name a few. She was lucky to have a passion for and the opportunity to travel and see the world. Now, her life was not all rainbows and pots of gold…this is where her faith comes in. Despite the tragedy and heartache in her life, her faith never waivered. My grandmother has always had faith in God and the Catholic Church. I believe that is a huge part of her living to be 96. She didn’t question why, she accepted everything that came her way as part of God’s plan. But to be honest, we are the lucky ones. She touched all of us. She influenced all of us. She loved all of us. And we are all better people because of her.
      Cook County, Illinois, Birth Certificates Index, 1871-1922 Name: Marion Rita Conarchy Birth Date: 25 Jan 1920 Birth Place: Chicago, Cook, Illinois Gender: Female Father Name: Kyran Patrick Conarchy Father's Age: 29 Mother Name: June Marie Lavery Mother's Age: 27 FHL Film Number: 1309358 Cook County, Illinois Birth Index, 1916-1935 Name: Marion Conarchy Birth Date: 25 Jan 1920 Birth Location: Cook County, IL File Number: 6002360 Archive Collection Name: Cook County Genealogy Records (Births) Archive repository location: Chicago, IL Archive repository name: Cook County Clerk

      Baptismal sponsors Angela Lavery and William Phelan. When she was five years old, she was hit in the head by a horseshoe pitched by her Uncle Clem. Warren and I became engaged on Christmas Eve 1944. I had been kidding Warren about my Christmas present. We ended up making a bet, one Tom Collins, for whoever won. Christmas eve Mother asked us to mail a late Christmas card at the downtown Milwaukee post office. I suspect she was in on the event. After mailing the card, Warren drove down to the lake front. We walked for a while in six inches of snow. When we stopped to look at the lake, Warren asked me to marry him and of course I said yes with all my heart. When we got back in the car, I said he owed me a Tom Collins. I just got a smile. Christmas morning when I was opening my presents, these was a small package addressed to Briny Marlin (Warren's pet name for me) in it was a lovely gold and amber bracelet. Guess who bought the Tom Collins. I like to kid my grandchildren that we had our first date on June 22nd and were married on June 23rd. Of course, I neglect to mention that it was two years later. Warren was an only child and even before we became engaged, he warned me that he would not settle for an only child. He thought twelve might be a nice number. When I was pregnant with our first child, Dicky, the doctor told me that because of a medical condition, I would probably never be able to carry a baby beyond four months. I was devastated but Warren comforted me with the fact we could always adopt children but only if we could adopt at least two. Thank God the doctor was wrong. Although after the fourth child, he claimed we were just proving the medical books wrong! With the help of God, we did our best ending up with fourteen children, 10 births (mostly a month premature) and four miscarriages (two of who were little boys). We definitely favored boys. Although, we were delighted when, after seven boys two girls, Mary Kay and Bridget, arrived followed by an eight boy, Tom. We had a happy life together. My only regret is that Warren didn't live as long as his parents. His mother was still alive when he died. We enjoye

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      Weithofer, Marian Rita (nee Conarchy) Beloved wife of the late F. Warren Weithofer. Dear mother of Robert (Pat), Michael (Sharon), John (Julianne), James (Sharon), Frank (Deborah) Weithofer, Bridget Conroy and the late Richard, William, Mary Kay and Thomas Weithofer. Loving grandmother of 18 grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren. Dear sister of Ann Hunter, Sr. Lois Conarchy and the late Jane, Kyran, William (survived by Mary) and Jack (survived by Jane). Also survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Passed away February 23, 2016 at age 96. Visitation to be held at Hodapp Funeral Home, 6041 Hamilton Ave., College Hill, 45224, Friday, February 26, 2016 from 6-8 PM. Mass of Christian Burial at St. Vivian Church, 7600 Winton Rd. Finneytown, 45224, Saturday, February 27, 2016 at 10 AM. Condolences at hodappfuneralhome.com.

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      Angela Ann Hunter, age 94, was joyfully welcomed into Heaven January 31, 2024, by her Lord and Savior as well as many loved ones who preceded her in death. Ann passed away peacefully at Marjorie P. Lee Retirement home where she lived for eleven years. Matriarch to a loving family including six children, Mark (Caren), Don (Michelle), Theresa (David) Russel, Mary Ellen Koblens, Patrick (Karen) and Paul (Beth); sixteen grandchildren, Erik (Bess Frost), Megan, Brandon Koblens, Nathan (Kallyn), Colleen (Matt) Lombard, Justin, Bethany Koblens, Sheila (Tyler) Rae, Tyler Koblens, Alex, Joey Russel, Elly, Jane Koblens, Malia, Grace and Emma; and nine great-grandchildren, Charlotte and Davis Hunter, Amelia and Connelly Hunter, Georgia and Brooks Lombard, Hunter and Lawson Rae and Quinn Koblens. Also, Aunt to 36 nieces and nephews, and over 125 grand and great-grand nieces and nephews.

      Ann is survived by her sister, Sister Lois Conarchy, SL and sister-in-law, Jane Conarchy. Preceded in death by her parents, Kyran P. and Jane Conarchy; siblings and in-laws, Jane (Robert) O’Brien, Marian (Warren) Weithofer, Kyran P. Conarchy, Jr., William (Mary) Conarchy, Jack Conarchy; son-in-law, Kirk Koblens; and ex-husband, Donald J. Hunter.

      Ann was born in Evanston, IL on December 16, 1929, grew up in Milwaukee, WI, graduated from Holy Angels Academy High School and attended Mount Mary College in Milwaukee. She started her business career at Sears as a single woman traveling auditor, breaking ground for single women in the work force. This is where she met Don. They married, and she took time off to start a family before returning to work at The Village Junction Gift Shop and Providence Hospital Gift Shop. Ann had a passion for retail and loved her time managing the gift shops, going to market to purchase inventory and forming lifelong friendships with customers and colleagues. Ann had a knack of helping shoppers find just the right gift or purchase and making them feel special. Ann had a green thumb, and her love of gardening was evident in the beautiful flowers she grew each year at her Madeira home and condo in Montgomery. She was even featured in a TV show on the DIY network featuring raised gardening beds.

      Ann always took time to write handwritten notes to family and friends for special occasions, never missing a birthday or anniversary. She was a loving Mom, Grandmother, Daughter, Sister and Friend who will be dearly missed by all who knew her.

      Special thanks to the management and staff of Marjorie P. Lee for making a wonderful home for Ann for 12 years and taking such diligent care of her. Ann was a member of Our Lord Christ the King Catholic Parish. Her Catholic faith sustained her throughout her life.

      A Visitation will be held Saturday, February 10 at 9 AM, followed by a Funeral Mass at 10 AM at Our Lord Christ the King Catholic Parish, 3223 Linwood Avenue, Cincinnati, OH 45226.

      In lieu of flowers, memorials may be directed to Pregnancy Center Plus, 4760 Madison Road Cincinnati, OH 45227 https://supportpcplus.org/donate-now/ and Best Buddies (Miami University Chapter), c/o Lynn Goodwin , 282 North Fair Avenue, Hamilton, OH 45011 https://www.bestbuddies.org/ohio/donate

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