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Cook County, Illinois Birth Index, 1916-1935
Name: William Conarchy
Birth Date: 9 Jan 1924
Birth Location: Cook County, IL
File Number: 6000776
Archive Collection Name: Cook County Genealogy Records (Births)
Archive repository location: Chicago, IL Archive repository name: Cook County Clerk
U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014
Name: William C. Conarchy
SSN: 396-18-4446
Last Residence: 53213 Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
BORN: 9 Jan 1924
Died: 11 May 2000
State (Year) SSN issued: Wisconsin (Before 1951)
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel (WI) - May 14, 2000
Conarchy , William Christian Died Peacefully at home surrounded by the love of his family on Thursday, May 11, 2000 at the age of 76. Cherished husband for 50 years of Mary Elizabeth (nee Linscott). Loving father of Mary Conarchy (Richard L. Thomas), Bridget (Eric) Fonstad, Jane Conarchy (Alan Zuberbuehler), Anne (Thomas) Uttich, William Conarchy , Maureen (Mark) Hargarten and Kyran (Jacqueline) Conarchy . Proud Grandpa of Kevin, Caitlin, Megan, Katie, Rory, Rachel, Bridgette, Billy, Ryan, Erin and Spencer. Brother of Jane O'Brien, Marion Weithofer, Kyran Conarchy , Angela Hunter, Sr. Lois Conarchy , the late Jack Conarchy and sister-in-law Jane Conarchy . Further survived by nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. Visitation Monday, May 15th at St. Jude the Apostle Church (734 Glenview Avenue, Wauwatosa) from 4 until 6:30 PM. Mass of Christian Burial to follow. Private Entombment Holy Cross Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, memorials to the Ministry of the Elderly and Sick, St. Joseph's Association, St. Bernard Parish or Covenant Hospice would be appreciated. Bill's family wishes to thank Jim Williams, RN and the Staff of Covenant Hospice for their care and concern. BECKER RITTER Michael Feerick Associate 14075 West North Avenue (262) 782-5330
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel (WI)
Date: May 14, 2000
Edition: Final
Page: 99
Record Number: 2000072009114846
Copyright (c) 2000, Journal Sentinel Inc. All rights reserved. (Note: This notice does not apply to those news items already copyrighted and received through wire services or other media.)
Baptismal sponsors William F. & Eileen Carmody.
Served in the U.S. Navy as a Pharmacist Mate 1st Class in World War II in the Philippines (1943-1945).
Worked for General Motors, Allis Chalmers, Acro Welder, Milwaukee Valve, Seman, Wisconsin Bridge & Iron, Super Products, Milwaukee County.
Buried at Holy Cross Mausoleum.
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Eulogy for Bill Conarchy from His Seven Children
May 15, 2000
Our Dad's middle name was Christian. How fitting this was because he showed us on a daily basis how he loved God. His faith and Christianity were central in his life. Bill was a good and faithful husband, father and friend. He provided for his wife and seven children with great patience. He made each one of us feel special. He Encouraged us to be our best. he never gave up on us - no matter what we did wrong. We knew that we were loved by him.
Dad was a holy man. We never heard a vulgar word come from his mouth. "Oh, brother" was probably his gruffest response when he didn't agree with something that was said. He might raise his voice to us kids with questions such as "What are all these lights doing on around here?" or "Close that door - are we heating the outside?" There were times when the words "you dirty dog" might come up but these were almost exclusively reserved to hanging wallpaper.
And speaking of his work as a handyman in our home... Dad was a man of many talents. He did plumbing repair, woodworking, painting and so many other fix-it-up projects. Looking back, I'm sure all these efforts were to save money but there was also a sense of pride that he had in a job well done. He came up with innovative, useful items. He combined a discarded door and the top of an old TV cabinet to make a double desk for our schoolwork, We had a very small kitchen. To provide seating for a growing family around the dinner table, he built unique benches that were fixed to the two walls and joined in the corner. The bench seat tops lifted up on hinges to reveal extra deep storage for items that Mom couldn't fit in the kitchen cupboards.
Dad accepted the burdens of life quietly and without complaining. He was a man of courage. In the early 1970s, he lost his job from a manufacturing company that he had served for 21 years. Initially, he was out of work for over a year. With the slump in the economy and industry in general, he went through a series of jobs over about nine years. Those were tough times, but through it all, he accepted the situation with quiet fortitude. In experiencing his strength and determination, we kids could feel secure that somehow this would all work out. And it did. He finally got a job as a purchasing agent for Milwaukee County where he worked for ten years. He happily retired in 1995.
In all these trials, he never lost his sense of humor. His quick wit is probably what we and many people will remember best about Dad. It wasn't that he told jokes or funny stories. Rather, it was the one-liners and rapid comebacks in conversation. He was gentle and playful in all of this. He never used humor at someone else's expense.
Dad genuinely enjoyed people. He was a welcoming host for family gatherings, visits with friends and particularly delighted in having people join him for over 20 annual St. Patrick's Day parties at our home. He found great pleasure in bringing people together with a good party. When he had the time - this was especially in his retirement years, he liked to walk about the neighborhood, exchanging hellos and of course sharing a bit of his humor. Dad could always put a smile on someone's face.
As his children grew up, left home and began families of their own, Dad was very much present to his grandchildren. There was the gentle teasing like "how about some sauerkraut on your peanut butter sandwich?" He took the time to just be with each grandchild. He also relished talking, listening, taking walks, teaching them to play cards and sharing his love of sports. Bill took great pride in the grandchildren and their activities and interests. They knew by his whole demeanor that they had his total acceptance and unconditional love.
Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer just before Thanksgiving. Through the whole ordeal of hospitalization, Dad kept his good humor. Prior to a surgical procedure, one of the nurses asked him what he preferred to be called. He replied "Sweet William." And sweet is a very good way to describe his attitude. When he heard the news that there was no successful treatment for the form of cancer he had, he said "I don't want to be hanging on a 10 foot chain, I want 50 feet so I can dance at the end of it."
God granted him that blessing. Dad came home with Mom and continued to keep his positive attitude and good humor. Whenever anybody asked him how he was, he always said, "I'm great." With the help of family, the support of Hospice and the prayers of many, many people - Dad was able to be at home, surrounded by the love of his wife, children and grandchildren. Even in the last week of his life, as he declined so quickly, his great humor came through. When I was called home last Tuesday, he asked me to get him the newspaper. He wanted to read the Milwaukee Metro section. He made the comment "I'm still alive." It took me a moment to realize that he was reading the death notices. Wednesday, all seven of us gathered around him with Mom and she asked him if he had any words of wisdom for us. He replied, "Take care of the crabgrass." I can't help but think that this was his way of saying be happy and keep laughing.
Last Thursday, May 11 at 8:40 in the evening, Dad was granted a peaceful death. We are so thankful that along with Mom, the seven of us, as well as our spouses and Dad's beloved grandchildren could be with him during those last days and hours of his life.
Often when, we would visit Dad and Mom, upon leaving - his typical farewell remark would be: "Now go straight home, I'm going to call you." Dad we know that you've gone straight home to heaven and you are now rejoicing with God and all the family members and friends who preceded you in death.
God bless you Dad and thanks for the legacy you gave to us.
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The Butterfly
June, 2000
William Christian Conarchy was a good man who loved people; a humble man with a big, sensitive heart. His wonderful sense of humor was an ``echo of God´s life in us´´. At the heart of his life was his dear wife, Mary; their seven children and each of their families. Through good times and hard times their family bonds, held strong and deepened. Their home was a place f gathering for family, relatives and friends (some from grade & high school days). There was always room for one more around their dinning table.
Bill was ever eager to do his part: the first to ``pick up the tab´´; quick to help others in need; perceptive in knowing someone had a hurting hears; his personal touch of humor put others at ease; in his retirement he drove the elderly & sick to medical appointments. He enjoyed the small, everyday events of life: knew a fine piece of meat and how to cook it; kept the bird-feeders filled; fixed things around the house; liked reading the daily paper; loved a good game of golf and sports on TV; treasured the visits of his 11 grandchildren; tended the lawn and garden; challenged many in a card game.
Central to Bill and Mary´s life together was their Catholic faith. They often attended daily Mass which sustained them all through life but especially so when Bill was diagnosed with lung cancer. On that day in the hospital, when a new nurse cam on duty, she asked him what he preferred being called: ``William? Bill? Mr. Conarchy?´´ Bill answered: ``Sweet William´´. His calm and patient acceptance of his serious illness and his sustained sense of humor made it easier for everyone. He was cared for tenderly at home until God called him to his ``Father´s House´´ with his loving wife, children and their families at his bedside.
His funeral was a great tribute to how much he was loved an how many lives were touched by his quiet goodness. People stood in a long line to pay their respects during the 3 hours of visitation prior to the Funeral Mass at the Parish Church in Wauwatosa, WI where Bill and Mary were married Dec. 30, 1950. They would have celebrated their 50th Anniversary this year.
How fitting it was that Bill died during the joyous Easter season which proclaims our faith in the great mystery of Christ´s Resurrection and our own one day. Proud of his Irish ancestry, there must have been the ``lilt of Irish laughter´´ in heaven as he was re-united with his many relatives and friends who had gone before him. Bill showed us in so many ways how to live and how to die, always trusting in God´s merciful love. We pray that ``Sweet William´´ may now be safe in the Father´s eternal embrace, delighting in the everlasting joy of heaven.
Baptismal sponsors William F. & Eileen Carmody.
Served in the U.S. Navy as a Pharmacist Mate 1st Class in World War II in the Philippines (1943-1945).
Worked for General Motors, Allis Chalmers, Acro Welder, Milwaukee Valve, Seman, Wisconsin Bridge & Iron, Super Products, Milwaukee County.
Buried at Holy Cross Mausoleum.
----------------------------------
Eulogy for Bill Conarchy from His Seven Children
May 15, 2000
Our Dad's middle name was Christian. How fitting this was because he showed us on a daily basis how he loved God. His faith and Christianity were central in his life. Bill was a good and faithful husband, father and friend. He provided for his wife and seven children with great patience. He made each one of us feel special. He Encouraged us to be our best. he never gave up on us - no matter what we did wrong. We knew that we were loved by him.
Dad was a holy man. We never heard a vulgar word come from his mouth. "Oh, brother" was probably his gruffest response when he didn't agree with something that was said. He might raise his voice to us kids with questions such as "What are all these lights doing on around here?" or "Close that door - are we heating the outside?" There were times when the words "you dirty dog" might come up but these were almost exclusively reserved to hanging wallpaper.
And speaking of his work as a handyman in our home... Dad was a man of many talents. He did plumbing repair, woodworking, painting and so many other fix-it-up projects. Looking back, I'm sure all these efforts were to save money but there was also a sense of pride that he had in a job well done. He came up with innovative, useful items. He combined a discarded door and the top of an old TV cabinet to make a double desk for our schoolwork, We had a very small kitchen. To provide seating for a growing family around the dinner table, he built unique benches that were fixed to the two walls and joined in the corner. The bench seat tops lifted up on hinges to reveal extra deep storage for items that Mom couldn't fit in the kitchen cupboards.
Dad accepted the burdens of life quietly and without complaining. He was a man of courage. In the early 1970s, he lost his job from a manufacturing company that he had served for 21 years. Initially, he was out of work for over a year. With the slump in the economy and industry in general, he went through a series of jobs over about nine years. Those were tough times, but through it all, he accepted the situation with quiet fortitude. In experiencing his strength and determination, we kids could feel secure that somehow this would all work out. And it did. He finally got a job as a purchasing agent for Milwaukee County where he worked for ten years. He happily retired in 1995.
In all these trials, he never lost his sense of humor. His quick wit is probably what we and many people will remember best about Dad. It wasn't that he told jokes or funny stories. Rather, it was the one-liners and rapid comebacks in conversation. He was gentle and playful in all of this. He never used humor at someone else's expense.
Dad genuinely enjoyed people. He was a welcoming host for family gatherings, visits with friends and particularly delighted in having people join him for over 20 annual St. Patrick's Day parties at our home. He found great pleasure in bringing people together with a good party. When he had the time - this was especially in his retirement years, he liked to walk about the neighborhood, exchanging hellos and of course sharing a bit of his humor. Dad could always put a smile on someone's face.
As his children grew up, left home and began families of their own, Dad was very much present to his grandchildren. There was the gentle teasing like "how about some sauerkraut on your peanut butter sandwich?" He took the time to just be with each grandchild. He also relished talking, listening, taking walks, teaching them to play cards and sharing his love of sports. Bill took great pride in the grandchildren and their activities and interests. They knew by his whole demeanor that they had his total acceptance and unconditional love.
Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer just before Thanksgiving. Through the whole ordeal of hospitalization, Dad kept his good humor. Prior to a surgical procedure, one of the nurses asked him what he preferred to be called. He replied "Sweet William." And sweet is a very good way to describe his attitude. When he heard the news that there was no successful treatment for the form of cancer he had, he said "I don't want to be hanging on a 10 foot chain, I want 50 feet so I can dance at the end of it."
God granted him that blessing. Dad came home with Mom and continued to keep his positive attitude and good humor. Whenever anybody asked him how he was, he always said, "I'm great." With the help of family, the support of Hospice and the prayers of many, many people - Dad was able to be at home, surrounded by the love of his wife, children and grandchildren. Even in the last week of his life, as he declined so quickly, his great humor came through. When I was called home last Tuesday, he asked me to get him the newspaper. He wanted to read the Milwaukee Metro section. He made the comment "I'm still alive." It took me a moment to realize that he was reading the death notices. Wednesday, all seven of us gathered around him with Mom and she asked him if he had any words of wisdom for us. He replied, "Take care of the crabgrass." I can't help but think that this was his way of saying be happy and keep laughing.
Last Thursday, May 11 at 8:40 in the evening, Dad was granted a peaceful death. We are so thankful that along with Mom, the seven of us, as well as our spouses and Dad's beloved grandchildren could be with him during those last days and hours of his life.
Often when, we would visit Dad and Mom, upon leaving - his typical farewell remark would be: "Now go straight home, I'm going to call you." Dad we know that you've gone straight home to heaven and you are now rejoicing with God and all the family members and friends who preceded you in death.
God bless you Dad and thanks for the legacy you gave to us.
---------------------
The Butterfly
June, 2000
William Christian Conarchy was a good man who loved people; a humble man with a big, sensitive heart. His wonderful sense of humor was an “echo of God’s life in us”. At the heart of his life was his dear wife, Mary; their seven children and each of their families. Through good times and hard times their family bonds, held strong and deepened. Their home was a place f gathering for family, relatives and friends (some from grade & high school days). There was always room for one more around their dinning table.
Bill was ever eager to do his part: the first to “pick up the tab”; quick to help others in need; perceptive in knowing someone had a hurting hears; his personal touch of humor put others at ease; in his retirement he drove the elderly & sick to medical appointments. He enjoyed the small, everyday events of life: knew a fine piece of meat and how to cook it; kept the bird-feeders filled; fixed things around the house; liked reading the daily paper; loved a good game of golf and sports on TV; treasured the visits of his 11 grandchildren; tended the lawn and garden; challenged many in a card game.
Central to Bill and Mary’s life together was their Catholic faith. They often attended daily Mass which sustained them all through life but especially so when Bill was diagnosed with lung cancer. On that day in the hospital, when a new nurse cam on duty, she asked him what he preferred being called: “William? Bill? Mr. Conarchy?” Bill answered: “Sweet William”. His calm and patient acceptance of his serious illness and his sustained sense of humor made it easier for everyone. He was cared for tenderly at home until God called him to his “Father’s House” with his loving wife, children and their families at his bedside.
His funeral was a great tribute to how much he was loved an how many lives were touched by his quiet goodness. People stood in a long line to pay their respects during the 3 hours of visitation prior to the Funeral Mass at the Parish Church in Wauwatosa, WI where Bill and Mary were married Dec. 30, 1950. They would have celebrated their 50th Anniversary this year.
How fitting it was that Bill died during the joyous Easter season which proclaims our faith in the great mystery of Christ’s Resurrection and our own one day. Proud of his Irish ancestry, there must have been the “lilt of Irish laughter” in heaven as he was re-united with his many relatives and friends who had gone before him. Bill showed us in so many ways how to live and how to die, always trusting in God’s merciful love. We pray that “Sweet William” may now be safe in the Father’s eternal embrace, delighting in the everlasting joy of heaven.
Baptismal sponsors William F. & Eileen Carmody.
Served in the U.S. Navy as a Pharmacist Mate 1st Class in World War II in the Philippines (1943-1945).
Worked for General Motors, Allis Chalmers, Acro Welder, Milwaukee Valve, Seman, Wisconsin Bridge & Iron, Super Products, Milwaukee County.
Buried at Holy Cross Mausoleum.
----------------------------------
Eulogy for Bill Conarchy from His Seven Children
May 15, 2000
Our Dad's middle name was Christian. How fitting this was because he showed us on a daily basis how he loved God. His faith and Christianity were central in his life. Bill was a good and faithful husband, father and friend. He provided for his wife and seven children with great patience. He made each one of us feel special. He Encouraged us to be our best. he never gave up on us - no matter what we did wrong. We knew that we were loved by him.
Dad was a holy man. We never heard a vulgar word come from his mouth. "Oh, brother" was probably his gruffest response when he didn't agree with something that was said. He might raise his voice to us kids with questions such as "What are all these lights doing on around here?" or "Close that door - are we heating the outside?" There were times when the words "you dirty dog" might come up but these were almost exclusively reserved to hanging wallpaper.
And speaking of his work as a handyman in our home... Dad was a man of many talents. He did plumbing repair, woodworking, painting and so many other fix-it-up projects. Looking back, I'm sure all these efforts were to save money but there was also a sense of pride that he had in a job well done. He came up with innovative, useful items. He combined a discarded door and the top of an old TV cabinet to make a double desk for our schoolwork, We had a very small kitchen. To provide seating for a growing family around the dinner table, he built unique benches that were fixed to the two walls and joined in the corner. The bench seat tops lifted up on hinges to reveal extra deep storage for items that Mom couldn't fit in the kitchen cupboards.
Dad accepted the burdens of life quietly and without complaining. He was a man of courage. In the early 1970s, he lost his job from a manufacturing company that he had served for 21 years. Initially, he was out of work for over a year. With the slump in the economy and industry in general, he went through a series of jobs over about nine years. Those were tough times, but through it all, he accepted the situation with quiet fortitude. In experiencing his strength and determination, we kids could feel secure that somehow this would all work out. And it did. He finally got a job as a purchasing agent for Milwaukee County where he worked for ten years. He happily retired in 1995.
In all these trials, he never lost his sense of humor. His quick wit is probably what we and many people will remember best about Dad. It wasn't that he told jokes or funny stories. Rather, it was the one-liners and rapid comebacks in conversation. He was gentle and playful in all of this. He never used humor at someone else's expense.
Dad genuinely enjoyed people. He was a welcoming host for family gatherings, visits with friends and particularly delighted in having people join him for over 20 annual St. Patrick's Day parties at our home. He found great pleasure in bringing people together with a good party. When he had the time - this was especially in his retirement years, he liked to walk about the neighborhood, exchanging hellos and of course sharing a bit of his humor. Dad could always put a smile on someone's face.
As his children grew up, left home and began families of their own, Dad was very much present to his grandchildren. There was the gentle teasing like "how about some sauerkraut on your peanut butter sandwich?" He took the time to just be with each grandchild. He also relished talking, listening, taking walks, teaching them to play cards and sharing his love of sports. Bill took great pride in the grandchildren and their activities and interests. They knew by his whole demeanor that they had his total acceptance and unconditional love.
Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer just before Thanksgiving. Through the whole ordeal of hospitalization, Dad kept his good humor. Prior to a surgical procedure, one of the nurses asked him what he preferred to be called. He replied "Sweet William." And sweet is a very good way to describe his attitude. When he heard the news that there was no successful treatment for the form of cancer he had, he said "I don't want to be hanging on a 10 foot chain, I want 50 feet so I can dance at the end of it."
God granted him that blessing. Dad came home with Mom and continued to keep his positive attitude and good humor. Whenever anybody asked him how he was, he always said, "I'm great." With the help of family, the support of Hospice and the prayers of many, many people - Dad was able to be at home, surrounded by the love of his wife, children and grandchildren. Even in the last week of his life, as he declined so quickly, his great humor came through. When I was called home last Tuesday, he asked me to get him the newspaper. He wanted to read the Milwaukee Metro section. He made the comment "I'm still alive." It took me a moment to realize that he was reading the death notices. Wednesday, all seven of us gathered around him with Mom and she asked him if he had any words of wisdom for us. He replied, "Take care of the crabgrass." I can't help but think that this was his way of saying be happy and keep laughing.
Last Thursday, May 11 at 8:40 in the evening, Dad was granted a peaceful death. We are so thankful that along with Mom, the seven of us, as well as our spouses and Dad's beloved grandchildren could be with him during those last days and hours of his life.
Often when, we would visit Dad and Mom, upon leaving - his typical farewell remark would be: "Now go straight home, I'm going to call you." Dad we know that you've gone straight home to heaven and you are now rejoicing with God and all the family members and friends who preceded you in death.
God bless you Dad and thanks for the legacy you gave to us.
---------------------
The Butterfly
June, 2000
William Christian Conarchy was a good man who loved people; a humble man with a big, sensitive heart. His wonderful sense of humor was an ``echo of God´s life in us´´. At the heart of his life was his dear wife, Mary; their seven children and each of their families. Through good times and hard times their family bonds, held strong and deepened. Their home was a place f gathering for family, relatives and friends (some from grade & high school days). There was always room for one more around their dinning table.
Bill was ever eager to do his part: the first to ``pick up the tab´´; quick to help others in need; perceptive in knowing someone had a hurting hears; his personal touch of humor put others at ease; in his retirement he drove the elderly & sick to medical appointments. He enjoyed the small, everyday events of life: knew a fine piece of meat and how to cook it; kept the bird-feeders filled; fixed things around the house; liked reading the daily paper; loved a good game of golf and sports on TV; treasured the visits of his 11 grandchildren; tended the lawn and garden; challenged many in a card game.
Central to Bill and Mary´s life together was their Catholic faith. They often attended daily Mass which sustained them all through life but especially so when Bill was diagnosed with lung cancer. On that day in the hospital, when a new nurse cam on duty, she asked him what he preferred being called: ``William? Bill? Mr. Conarchy?´´ Bill answered: ``Sweet William´´. His calm and patient acceptance of his serious illness and his sustained sense of humor made it easier for everyone. He was cared for tenderly at home until God called him to his ``Father´s House´´ with his loving wife, children and their families at his bedside.
His funeral was a great tribute to how much he was loved an how many lives were touched by his quiet goodness. People stood in a long line to pay their respects during the 3 hours of visitation prior to the Funeral Mass at the Parish Church in Wauwatosa, WI where Bill and Mary were married Dec. 30, 1950. They would have celebrated their 50th Anniversary this year.
How fitting it was that Bill died during the joyous Easter season which proclaims our faith in the great mystery of Christ´s Resurrection and our own one day. Proud of his Irish ancestry, there must have been the ``lilt of Irish laughter´´ in heaven as he was re-united with his many relatives and friends who had gone before him. Bill showed us in so many ways how to live and how to die, always trusting in God´s merciful love. We pray that ``Sweet William´´ may now be safe in the Father´s eternal embrace, delighting in the everlasting joy of heaven.
Baptismal sponsors William F. & Eileen Carmody.
Served in the U.S. Navy as a Pharmacist Mate 1st Class in World War II in the Philippines (1943-1945).
Worked for General Motors, Allis Chalmers, Acro Welder, Milwaukee Valve, Seman, Wisconsin Bridge & Iron, Super Products, Milwaukee County.
Buried at Holy Cross Mausoleum.
----------------------------------
Eulogy for Bill Conarchy from His Seven Children
May 15, 2000
Our Dad's middle name was Christian. How fitting this was because he showed us on a daily basis how he loved God. His faith and Christianity were central in his life. Bill was a good and faithful husband, father and friend. He provided for his wife and seven children with great patience. He made each one of us feel special. He Encouraged us to be our best. he never gave up on us - no matter what we did wrong. We knew that we were loved by him.
Dad was a holy man. We never heard a vulgar word come from his mouth. "Oh, brother" was probably his gruffest response when he didn't agree with something that was said. He might raise his voice to us kids with questions such as "What are all these lights doing on around here?" or "Close that door - are we heating the outside?" There were times when the words "you dirty dog" might come up but these were almost exclusively reserved to hanging wallpaper.
And speaking of his work as a handyman in our home... Dad was a man of many talents. He did plumbing repair, woodworking, painting and so many other fix-it-up projects. Looking back, I'm sure all these efforts were to save money but there was also a sense of pride that he had in a job well done. He came up with innovative, useful items. He combined a discarded door and the top of an old TV cabinet to make a double desk for our schoolwork, We had a very small kitchen. To provide seating for a growing family around the dinner table, he built unique benches that were fixed to the two walls and joined in the corner. The bench seat tops lifted up on hinges to reveal extra deep storage for items that Mom couldn't fit in the kitchen cupboards.
Dad accepted the burdens of life quietly and without complaining. He was a man of courage. In the early 1970s, he lost his job from a manufacturing company that he had served for 21 years. Initially, he was out of work for over a year. With the slump in the economy and industry in general, he went through a series of jobs over about nine years. Those were tough times, but through it all, he accepted the situation with quiet fortitude. In experiencing his strength and determination, we kids could feel secure that somehow this would all work out. And it did. He finally got a job as a purchasing agent for Milwaukee County where he worked for ten years. He happily retired in 1995.
In all these trials, he never lost his sense of humor. His quick wit is probably what we and many people will remember best about Dad. It wasn't that he told jokes or funny stories. Rather, it was the one-liners and rapid comebacks in conversation. He was gentle and playful in all of this. He never used humor at someone else's expense.
Dad genuinely enjoyed people. He was a welcoming host for family gatherings, visits with friends and particularly delighted in having people join him for over 20 annual St. Patrick's Day parties at our home. He found great pleasure in bringing people together with a good party. When he had the time - this was especially in his retirement years, he liked to walk about the neighborhood, exchanging hellos and of course sharing a bit of his humor. Dad could always put a smile on someone's face.
As his children grew up, left home and began families of their own, Dad was very much present to his grandchildren. There was the gentle teasing like "how about some sauerkraut on your peanut butter sandwich?" He took the time to just be with each grandchild. He also relished talking, listening, taking walks, teaching them to play cards and sharing his love of sports. Bill took great pride in the grandchildren and their activities and interests. They knew by his whole demeanor that they had his total acceptance and unconditional love.
Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer just before Thanksgiving. Through the whole ordeal of hospitalization, Dad kept his good humor. Prior to a surgical procedure, one of the nurses asked him what he preferred to be called. He replied "Sweet William." And sweet is a very good way to describe his attitude. When he heard the news that there was no successful treatment for the form of cancer he had, he said "I don't want to be hanging on a 10 foot chain, I want 50 feet so I can dance at the end of it."
God granted him that blessing. Dad came home with Mom and continued to keep his positive attitude and good humor. Whenever anybody asked him how he was, he always said, "I'm great." With the help of family, the support of Hospice and the prayers of many, many people - Dad was able to be at home, surrounded by the love of his wife, children and grandchildren. Even in the last week of his life, as he declined so quickly, his great humor came through. When I was called home last Tuesday, he asked me to get him the newspaper. He wanted to read the Milwaukee Metro section. He made the comment "I'm still alive." It took me a moment to realize that he was reading the death notices. Wednesday, all seven of us gathered around him with Mom and she asked him if he had any words of wisdom for us. He replied, "Take care of the crabgrass." I can't help but think that this was his way of saying be happy and keep laughing.
Last Thursday, May 11 at 8:40 in the evening, Dad was granted a peaceful death. We are so thankful that along with Mom, the seven of us, as well as our spouses and Dad's beloved grandchildren could be with him during those last days and hours of his life.
Often when, we would visit Dad and Mom, upon leaving - his typical farewell remark would be: "Now go straight home, I'm going to call you." Dad we know that you've gone straight home to heaven and you are now rejoicing with God and all the family members and friends who preceded you in death.
God bless you Dad and thanks for the legacy you gave to us.
---------------------
The Butterfly
June, 2000
William Christian Conarchy was a good man who loved people; a humble man with a big, sensitive heart. His wonderful sense of humor was an ``echo of God´s life in us´´. At the heart of his life was his dear wife, Mary; their seven children and each of their families. Through good times and hard times their family bonds, held strong and deepened. Their home was a place f gathering for family, relatives and friends (some from grade & high school days). There was always room for one more around their dinning table.
Bill was ever eager to do his part: the first to ``pick up the tab´´; quick to help others in need; perceptive in knowing someone had a hurting hears; his personal touch of humor put others at ease; in his retirement he drove the elderly & sick to medical appointments. He enjoyed the small, everyday events of life: knew a fine piece of meat and how to cook it; kept the bird-feeders filled; fixed things around the house; liked reading the daily paper; loved a good game of golf and sports on TV; treasured the visits of his 11 grandchildren; tended the lawn and garden; challenged many in a card game.
Central to Bill and Mary´s life together was their Catholic faith. They often attended daily Mass which sustained them all through life but especially so when Bill was diagnosed with lung cancer. On that day in the hospital, when a new nurse cam on duty, she asked him what he preferred being called: ``William? Bill? Mr. Conarchy?´´ Bill answered: ``Sweet William´´. His calm and patient acceptance of his serious illness and his sustained sense of humor made it easier for everyone. He was cared for tenderly at home until God called him to his ``Father´s House´´ with his loving wife, children and their families at his bedside.
His funeral was a great tribute to how much he was loved an how many lives were touched by his quiet goodness. People stood in a long line to pay their respects during the 3 hours of visitation prior to the Funeral Mass at the Parish Church in Wauwatosa, WI where Bill and Mary were married Dec. 30, 1950. They would have celebrated their 50th Anniversary this year.
How fitting it was that Bill died during the joyous Easter season which proclaims our faith in the great mystery of Christ´s Resurrection and our own one day. Proud of his Irish ancestry, there must have been the ``lilt of Irish laughter´´ in heaven as he was re-united with his many relatives and friends who had gone before him. Bill showed us in so many ways how to live and how to die, always trusting in God´s merciful love. We pray that ``Sweet William´´ may now be safe in the Father´s eternal embrace, delighting in the everlasting joy of heaven.
Baptismal sponsors William F. & Eileen Carmody.
Served in the U.S. Navy as a Pharmacist Mate 1st Class in World War II in the Philippines (1943-1945).
Worked for General Motors, Allis Chalmers, Acro Welder, Milwaukee Valve, Seman, Wisconsin Bridge & Iron, Super Products, Milwaukee County.
Buried at Holy Cross Mausoleum.
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Eulogy for Bill Conarchy from His Seven Children
May 15, 2000
Our Dad's middle name was Christian. How fitting this was because he showed us on a daily basis how he loved God. His faith and Christianity were central in his life. Bill was a good and faithful husband, father and friend. He provided for his wife and seven children with great patience. He made each one of us feel special. He Encouraged us to be our best. he never gave up on us - no matter what we did wrong. We knew that we were loved by him.
Dad was a holy man. We never heard a vulgar word come from his mouth. "Oh, brother" was probably his gruffest response when he didn't agree with something that was said. He might raise his voice to us kids with questions such as "What are all these lights doing on around here?" or "Close that door - are we heating the outside?" There were times when the words "you dirty dog" might come up but these were almost exclusively reserved to hanging wallpaper.
And speaking of his work as a handyman in our home... Dad was a man of many talents. He did plumbing repair, woodworking, painting and so many other fix-it-up projects. Looking back, I'm sure all these efforts were to save money but there was also a sense of pride that he had in a job well done. He came up with innovative, useful items. He combined a discarded door and the top of an old TV cabinet to make a double desk for our schoolwork, We had a very small kitchen. To provide seating for a growing family around the dinner table, he built unique benches that were fixed to the two walls and joined in the corner. The bench seat tops lifted up on hinges to reveal extra deep storage for items that Mom couldn't fit in the kitchen cupboards.
Dad accepted the burdens of life quietly and without complaining. He was a man of courage. In the early 1970s, he lost his job from a manufacturing company that he had served for 21 years. Initially, he was out of work for over a year. With the slump in the economy and industry in general, he went through a series of jobs over about nine years. Those were tough times, but through it all, he accepted the situation with quiet fortitude. In experiencing his strength and determination, we kids could feel secure that somehow this would all work out. And it did. He finally got a job as a purchasing agent for Milwaukee County where he worked for ten years. He happily retired in 1995.
In all these trials, he never lost his sense of humor. His quick wit is probably what we and many people will remember best about Dad. It wasn't that he told jokes or funny stories. Rather, it was the one-liners and rapid comebacks in conversation. He was gentle and playful in all of this. He never used humor at someone else's expense.
Dad genuinely enjoyed people. He was a welcoming host for family gatherings, visits with friends and particularly delighted in having people join him for over 20 annual St. Patrick's Day parties at our home. He found great pleasure in bringing people together with a good party. When he had the time - this was especially in his retirement years, he liked to walk about the neighborhood, exchanging hellos and of course sharing a bit of his humor. Dad could always put a smile on someone's face.
As his children grew up, left home and began families of their own, Dad was very much present to his grandchildren. There was the gentle teasing like "how about some sauerkraut on your peanut butter sandwich?" He took the time to just be with each grandchild. He also relished talking, listening, taking walks, teaching them to play cards and sharing his love of sports. Bill took great pride in the grandchildren and their activities and interests. They knew by his whole demeanor that they had his total acceptance and unconditional love.
Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer just before Thanksgiving. Through the whole ordeal of hospitalization, Dad kept his good humor. Prior to a surgical procedure, one of the nurses asked him what he preferred to be called. He replied "Sweet William." And sweet is a very good way to describe his attitude. When he heard the news that there was no successful treatment for the form of cancer he had, he said "I don't want to be hanging on a 10 foot chain, I want 50 feet so I can dance at the end of it."
God granted him that blessing. Dad came home with Mom and continued to keep his positive attitude and good humor. Whenever anybody asked him how he was, he always said, "I'm great." With the help of family, the support of Hospice and the prayers of many, many people - Dad was able to be at home, surrounded by the love of his wife, children and grandchildren. Even in the last week of his life, as he declined so quickly, his great humor came through. When I was called home last Tuesday, he asked me to get him the newspaper. He wanted to read the Milwaukee Metro section. He made the comment "I'm still alive." It took me a moment to realize that he was reading the death notices. Wednesday, all seven of us gathered around him with Mom and she asked him if he had any words of wisdom for us. He replied, "Take care of the crabgrass." I can't help but think that this was his way of saying be happy and keep laughing.
Last Thursday, May 11 at 8:40 in the evening, Dad was granted a peaceful death. We are so thankful that along with Mom, the seven of us, as well as our spouses and Dad's beloved grandchildren could be with him during those last days and hours of his life.
Often when, we would visit Dad and Mom, upon leaving - his typical farewell remark would be: "Now go straight home, I'm going to call you." Dad we know that you've gone straight home to heaven and you are now rejoicing with God and all the family members and friends who preceded you in death.
God bless you Dad and thanks for the legacy you gave to us.
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The Butterfly
June, 2000
William Christian Conarchy was a good man who loved people; a humble man with a big, sensitive heart. His wonderful sense of humor was an ``echo of God´s life in us´´. At the heart of his life was his dear wife, Mary; their seven children and each of their families. Through good times and hard times their family bonds, held strong and deepened. Their home was a place f gathering for family, relatives and friends (some from grade & high school days). There was always room for one more around their dinning table.
Bill was ever eager to do his part: the first to ``pick up the tab´´; quick to help others in need; perceptive in knowing someone had a hurting hears; his personal touch of humor put others at ease; in his retirement he drove the elderly & sick to medical appointments. He enjoyed the small, everyday events of life: knew a fine piece of meat and how to cook it; kept the bird-feeders filled; fixed things around the house; liked reading the daily paper; loved a good game of golf and sports on TV; treasured the visits of his 11 grandchildren; tended the lawn and garden; challenged many in a card game.
Central to Bill and Mary´s life together was their Catholic faith. They often attended daily Mass which sustained them all through life but especially so when Bill was diagnosed with lung cancer. On that day in the hospital, when a new nurse cam on duty, she asked him what he preferred being called: ``William? Bill? Mr. Conarchy?´´ Bill answered: ``Sweet William´´. His calm and patient acceptance of his serious illness and his sustained sense of humor made it easier for everyone. He was cared for tenderly at home until God called him to his ``Father´s House´´ with his loving wife, children and their families at his bedside.
His funeral was a great tribute to how much he was loved an how many lives were touched by his quiet goodness. People stood in a long line to pay their respects during the 3 hours of visitation prior to the Funeral Mass at the Parish Church in Wauwatosa, WI where Bill and Mary were married Dec. 30, 1950. They would have celebrated their 50th Anniversary this year.
How fitting it was that Bill died during the joyous Easter season which proclaims our faith in the great mystery of Christ´s Resurrection and our own one day. Proud of his Irish ancestry, there must have been the ``lilt of Irish laughter´´ in heaven as he was re-united with his many relatives and friends who had gone before him. Bill showed us in so many ways how to live and how to die, always trusting in God´s merciful love. We pray that ``Sweet William´´ may now be safe in the Father´s eternal embrace, delighting in the everlasting joy of heaven.
Cook County, Illinois Birth Index, 1916-1935
Name: William Conarchy
Birth Date: 9 Jan 1924
Birth Location: Cook County, IL
File Number: 6000776
Archive Collection Name: Cook County Genealogy Records (Births)
Archive repository location: Chicago, IL Archive repository name: Cook County Clerk
U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014
Name: William C. Conarchy
SSN: 396-18-4446
Last Residence: 53213 Milwaukee, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
BORN: 9 Jan 1924
Died: 11 May 2000
State (Year) SSN issued: Wisconsin (Before 1951)
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel (WI) - May 14, 2000
Conarchy , William Christian Died Peacefully at home surrounded by the love of his family on Thursday, May 11, 2000 at the age of 76. Cherished husband for 50 years of Mary Elizabeth (nee Linscott). Loving father of Mary Conarchy (Richard L. Thomas), Bridget (Eric) Fonstad, Jane Conarchy (Alan Zuberbuehler), Anne (Thomas) Uttich, William Conarchy , Maureen (Mark) Hargarten and Kyran (Jacqueline) Conarchy . Proud Grandpa of Kevin, Caitlin, Megan, Katie, Rory, Rachel, Bridgette, Billy, Ryan, Erin and Spencer. Brother of Jane O'Brien, Marion Weithofer, Kyran Conarchy , Angela Hunter, Sr. Lois Conarchy , the late Jack Conarchy and sister-in-law Jane Conarchy . Further survived by nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. Visitation Monday, May 15th at St. Jude the Apostle Church (734 Glenview Avenue, Wauwatosa) from 4 until 6:30 PM. Mass of Christian Burial to follow. Private Entombment Holy Cross Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, memorials to the Ministry of the Elderly and Sick, St. Joseph's Association, St. Bernard Parish or Covenant Hospice would be appreciated. Bill's family wishes to thank Jim Williams, RN and the Staff of Covenant Hospice for their care and concern. BECKER RITTER Michael Feerick Associate 14075 West North Avenue (262) 782-5330
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel (WI)
Date: May 14, 2000
Edition: Final
Page: 99
Record Number: 2000072009114846
Copyright (c) 2000, Journal Sentinel Inc. All rights reserved. (Note: This notice does not apply to those news items already copyrighted and received through wire services or other media.)
Baptismal sponsors William F. & Eileen Carmody.
Served in the U.S. Navy as a Pharmacist Mate 1st Class in World War II in the Philippines (1943-1945).
Worked for General Motors, Allis Chalmers, Acro Welder, Milwaukee Valve, Seman, Wisconsin Bridge & Iron, Super Products, Milwaukee County.
Buried at Holy Cross Mausoleum.
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Eulogy for Bill Conarchy from His Seven Children
May 15, 2000
Our Dad's middle name was Christian. How fitting this was because he showed us on a daily basis how he loved God. His faith and Christianity were central in his life. Bill was a good and faithful husband, father and friend. He provided for his wife and seven children with great patience. He made each one of us feel special. He Encouraged us to be our best. he never gave up on us - no matter what we did wrong. We knew that we were loved by him.
Dad was a holy man. We never heard a vulgar word come from his mouth. "Oh, brother" was probably his gruffest response when he didn't agree with something that was said. He might raise his voice to us kids with questions such as "What are all these lights doing on around here?" or "Close that door - are we heating the outside?" There were times when the words "you dirty dog" might come up but these were almost exclusively reserved to hanging wallpaper.
And speaking of his work as a handyman in our home... Dad was a man of many talents. He did plumbing repair, woodworking, painting and so many other fix-it-up projects. Looking back, I'm sure all these efforts were to save money but there was also a sense of pride that he had in a job well done. He came up with innovative, useful items. He combined a discarded door and the top of an old TV cabinet to make a double desk for our schoolwork, We had a very small kitchen. To provide seating for a growing family around the dinner table, he built unique benches that were fixed to the two walls and joined in the corner. The bench seat tops lifted up on hinges to reveal extra deep storage for items that Mom couldn't fit in the kitchen cupboards.
Dad accepted the burdens of life quietly and without complaining. He was a man of courage. In the early 1970s, he lost his job from a manufacturing company that he had served for 21 years. Initially, he was out of work for over a year. With the slump in the economy and industry in general, he went through a series of jobs over about nine years. Those were tough times, but through it all, he accepted the situation with quiet fortitude. In experiencing his strength and determination, we kids could feel secure that somehow this would all work out. And it did. He finally got a job as a purchasing agent for Milwaukee County where he worked for ten years. He happily retired in 1995.
In all these trials, he never lost his sense of humor. His quick wit is probably what we and many people will remember best about Dad. It wasn't that he told jokes or funny stories. Rather, it was the one-liners and rapid comebacks in conversation. He was gentle and playful in all of this. He never used humor at someone else's expense.
Dad genuinely enjoyed people. He was a welcoming host for family gatherings, visits with friends and particularly delighted in having people join him for over 20 annual St. Patrick's Day parties at our home. He found great pleasure in bringing people together with a good party. When he had the time - this was especially in his retirement years, he liked to walk about the neighborhood, exchanging hellos and of course sharing a bit of his humor. Dad could always put a smile on someone's face.
As his children grew up, left home and began families of their own, Dad was very much present to his grandchildren. There was the gentle teasing like "how about some sauerkraut on your peanut butter sandwich?" He took the time to just be with each grandchild. He also relished talking, listening, taking walks, teaching them to play cards and sharing his love of sports. Bill took great pride in the grandchildren and their activities and interests. They knew by his whole demeanor that they had his total acceptance and unconditional love.
Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer just before Thanksgiving. Through the whole ordeal of hospitalization, Dad kept his good humor. Prior to a surgical procedure, one of the nurses asked him what he preferred to be called. He replied "Sweet William." And sweet is a very good way to describe his attitude. When he heard the news that there was no successful treatment for the form of cancer he had, he said "I don't want to be hanging on a 10 foot chain, I want 50 feet so I can dance at the end of it."
God granted him that blessing. Dad came home with Mom and continued to keep his positive attitude and good humor. Whenever anybody asked him how he was, he always said, "I'm great." With the help of family, the support of Hospice and the prayers of many, many people - Dad was able to be at home, surrounded by the love of his wife, children and grandchildren. Even in the last week of his life, as he declined so quickly, his great humor came through. When I was called home last Tuesday, he asked me to get him the newspaper. He wanted to read the Milwaukee Metro section. He made the comment "I'm still alive." It took me a moment to realize that he was reading the death notices. Wednesday, all seven of us gathered around him with Mom and she asked him if he had any words of wisdom for us. He replied, "Take care of the crabgrass." I can't help but think that this was his way of saying be happy and keep laughing.
Last Thursday, May 11 at 8:40 in the evening, Dad was granted a peaceful death. We are so thankful that along with Mom, the seven of us, as well as our spouses and Dad's beloved grandchildren could be with him during those last days and hours of his life.
Often when, we would visit Dad and Mom, upon leaving - his typical farewell remark would be: "Now go straight home, I'm going to call you." Dad we know that you've gone straight home to heaven and you are now rejoicing with God and all the family members and friends who preceded you in death.
God bless you Dad and thanks for the legacy you gave to us.
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The Butterfly
June, 2000
William Christian Conarchy was a good man who loved people; a humble man with a big, sensitive heart. His wonderful sense of humor was an ``echo of God´s life in us´´. At the heart of his life was his dear wife, Mary; their seven children and each of their families. Through good times and hard times their family bonds, held strong and deepened. Their home was a place f gathering for family, relatives and friends (some from grade & high school days). There was always room for one more around their dinning table.
Bill was ever eager to do his part: the first to ``pick up the tab´´; quick to help others in need; perceptive in knowing someone had a hurting hears; his personal touch of humor put others at ease; in his retirement he drove the elderly & sick to medical appointments. He enjoyed the small, everyday events of life: knew a fine piece of meat and how to cook it; kept the bird-feeders filled; fixed things around the house; liked reading the daily paper; loved a good game of golf and sports on TV; treasured the visits of his 11 grandchildren; tended the lawn and garden; challenged many in a card game.
Central to Bill and Mary´s life together was their Catholic faith. They often attended daily Mass which sustained them all through life but especially so when Bill was diagnosed with lung cancer. On that day in the hospital, when a new nurse cam on duty, she asked him what he preferred being called: ``William? Bill? Mr. Conarchy?´´ Bill answered: ``Sweet William´´. His calm and patient acceptance of his serious illness and his sustained sense of humor made it easier for everyone. He was cared for tenderly at home until God called him to his ``Father´s House´´ with his loving wife, children and their families at his bedside.
His funeral was a great tribute to how much he was loved an how many lives were touched by his quiet goodness. People stood in a long line to pay their respects during the 3 hours of visitation prior to the Funeral Mass at the Parish Church in Wauwatosa, WI where Bill and Mary were married Dec. 30, 1950. They would have celebrated their 50th Anniversary this year.
How fitting it was that Bill died during the joyous Easter season which proclaims our faith in the great mystery of Christ´s Resurrection and our own one day. Proud of his Irish ancestry, there must have been the ``lilt of Irish laughter´´ in heaven as he was re-united with his many relatives and friends who had gone before him. Bill showed us in so many ways how to live and how to die, always trusting in God´s merciful love. We pray that ``Sweet William´´ may now be safe in the Father´s eternal embrace, delighting in the everlasting joy of heaven.
Baptismal sponsors William F. & Eileen Carmody.
Served in the U.S. Navy as a Pharmacist Mate 1st Class in World War II in the Philippines (1943-1945).
Worked for General Motors, Allis Chalmers, Acro Welder, Milwaukee Valve, Seman, Wisconsin Bridge & Iron, Super Products, Milwaukee County.
Buried at Holy Cross Mausoleum.
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Eulogy for Bill Conarchy from His Seven Children
May 15, 2000
Our Dad's middle name was Christian. How fitting this was because he showed us on a daily basis how he loved God. His faith and Christianity were central in his life. Bill was a good and faithful husband, father and friend. He provided for his wife and seven children with great patience. He made each one of us feel special. He Encouraged us to be our best. he never gave up on us - no matter what we did wrong. We knew that we were loved by him.
Dad was a holy man. We never heard a vulgar word come from his mouth. "Oh, brother" was probably his gruffest response when he didn't agree with something that was said. He might raise his voice to us kids with questions such as "What are all these lights doing on around here?" or "Close that door - are we heating the outside?" There were times when the words "you dirty dog" might come up but these were almost exclusively reserved to hanging wallpaper.
And speaking of his work as a handyman in our home... Dad was a man of many talents. He did plumbing repair, woodworking, painting and so many other fix-it-up projects. Looking back, I'm sure all these efforts were to save money but there was also a sense of pride that he had in a job well done. He came up with innovative, useful items. He combined a discarded door and the top of an old TV cabinet to make a double desk for our schoolwork, We had a very small kitchen. To provide seating for a growing family around the dinner table, he built unique benches that were fixed to the two walls and joined in the corner. The bench seat tops lifted up on hinges to reveal extra deep storage for items that Mom couldn't fit in the kitchen cupboards.
Dad accepted the burdens of life quietly and without complaining. He was a man of courage. In the early 1970s, he lost his job from a manufacturing company that he had served for 21 years. Initially, he was out of work for over a year. With the slump in the economy and industry in general, he went through a series of jobs over about nine years. Those were tough times, but through it all, he accepted the situation with quiet fortitude. In experiencing his strength and determination, we kids could feel secure that somehow this would all work out. And it did. He finally got a job as a purchasing agent for Milwaukee County where he worked for ten years. He happily retired in 1995.
In all these trials, he never lost his sense of humor. His quick wit is probably what we and many people will remember best about Dad. It wasn't that he told jokes or funny stories. Rather, it was the one-liners and rapid comebacks in conversation. He was gentle and playful in all of this. He never used humor at someone else's expense.
Dad genuinely enjoyed people. He was a welcoming host for family gatherings, visits with friends and particularly delighted in having people join him for over 20 annual St. Patrick's Day parties at our home. He found great pleasure in bringing people together with a good party. When he had the time - this was especially in his retirement years, he liked to walk about the neighborhood, exchanging hellos and of course sharing a bit of his humor. Dad could always put a smile on someone's face.
As his children grew up, left home and began families of their own, Dad was very much present to his grandchildren. There was the gentle teasing like "how about some sauerkraut on your peanut butter sandwich?" He took the time to just be with each grandchild. He also relished talking, listening, taking walks, teaching them to play cards and sharing his love of sports. Bill took great pride in the grandchildren and their activities and interests. They knew by his whole demeanor that they had his total acceptance and unconditional love.
Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer just before Thanksgiving. Through the whole ordeal of hospitalization, Dad kept his good humor. Prior to a surgical procedure, one of the nurses asked him what he preferred to be called. He replied "Sweet William." And sweet is a very good way to describe his attitude. When he heard the news that there was no successful treatment for the form of cancer he had, he said "I don't want to be hanging on a 10 foot chain, I want 50 feet so I can dance at the end of it."
God granted him that blessing. Dad came home with Mom and continued to keep his positive attitude and good humor. Whenever anybody asked him how he was, he always said, "I'm great." With the help of family, the support of Hospice and the prayers of many, many people - Dad was able to be at home, surrounded by the love of his wife, children and grandchildren. Even in the last week of his life, as he declined so quickly, his great humor came through. When I was called home last Tuesday, he asked me to get him the newspaper. He wanted to read the Milwaukee Metro section. He made the comment "I'm still alive." It took me a moment to realize that he was reading the death notices. Wednesday, all seven of us gathered around him with Mom and she asked him if he had any words of wisdom for us. He replied, "Take care of the crabgrass." I can't help but think that this was his way of saying be happy and keep laughing.
Last Thursday, May 11 at 8:40 in the evening, Dad was granted a peaceful death. We are so thankful that along with Mom, the seven of us, as well as our spouses and Dad's beloved grandchildren could be with him during those last days and hours of his life.
Often when, we would visit Dad and Mom, upon leaving - his typical farewell remark would be: "Now go straight home, I'm going to call you." Dad we know that you've gone straight home to heaven and you are now rejoicing with God and all the family members and friends who preceded you in death.
God bless you Dad and thanks for the legacy you gave to us.
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The Butterfly
June, 2000
William Christian Conarchy was a good man who loved people; a humble man with a big, sensitive heart. His wonderful sense of humor was an “echo of God’s life in us”. At the heart of his life was his dear wife, Mary; their seven children and each of their families. Through good times and hard times their family bonds, held strong and deepened. Their home was a place f gathering for family, relatives and friends (some from grade & high school days). There was always room for one more around their dinning table.
Bill was ever eager to do his part: the first to “pick up the tab”; quick to help others in need; perceptive in knowing someone had a hurting hears; his personal touch of humor put others at ease; in his retirement he drove the elderly & sick to medical appointments. He enjoyed the small, everyday events of life: knew a fine piece of meat and how to cook it; kept the bird-feeders filled; fixed things around the house; liked reading the daily paper; loved a good game of golf and sports on TV; treasured the visits of his 11 grandchildren; tended the lawn and garden; challenged many in a card game.
Central to Bill and Mary’s life together was their Catholic faith. They often attended daily Mass which sustained them all through life but especially so when Bill was diagnosed with lung cancer. On that day in the hospital, when a new nurse cam on duty, she asked him what he preferred being called: “William? Bill? Mr. Conarchy?” Bill answered: “Sweet William”. His calm and patient acceptance of his serious illness and his sustaine
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1924 - 2000 (76 years)