Obituary of Beatrice S. Baron

Beatrice S. Baron (Shapiro) Brighton: Passed away March 26, 2010 at age 95. She is predeceased by her husband, Samuel; parents, Israel & Alice Shapiro; and sister, Florence Wecksler. She is survived by her loving children, Ken & Barbara Baron, Judith & Merrill Greenstein and Bruce Baron; grandson, David Baron; brother & sisters, Bernard & Rina Baron &, Harriett Zweig; nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. The family offers their sincere thanks to the Jewish Home Floor 5 East and Lifetime Care Hospice for their loving care. She will be remembered as a loving, wife, mother and grandmother. Funeral Service will be held on Sunday, March 28, 2010 at 11 AM at Temple Emanu-El, 2956 St. Paul Blvd., (Click for a Map to the Temple) Interment, Britton Road Cemetery. Following the funeral a period of mourning will be observed at 11 Old Settlers Dr. Pittsford, Sunday 2 - 5 & 7 - 9 PM and Monday 1 - 4 PM. (Click for a Map to the House of Mourning) In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to: Camp Good Days and Special Times 1332 Pittsford-Mendon Road Mendon, New York 14506-9732 For the Nancy Decker / Steve Zweig Fund Click for a link to the website Eulogy read at the funeral: We have chosen to celebrate Mom’s 95 years instead of dwelling on her passing. Regardless of her chronological age she was never old. How many 95 year olds that you know still wear an ankle bracelet? She lived in the Jewish Home since last October and in a place where people may not care what they look like anymore, Mom would carefully pick out her outfit each day, everything needed to match including her jewelry. Each day she had to “put on her face” as she would call it including her eyeliner. Each week she insisted on going to her hair dresser Pam to get her hair done. As a matter of fact just last fall we went to a salon together and we both had our upper lips waxed for the first time. It was important to her that she looked her best even if she did not feel her best. We lost our Dad when he was only 56 years old and she told me then that she had “lost her heart”. She was remarkable; she took everything in her stride and did not dwell on the negative. She would say, “Ok, so that’s the situation, now let’s move on, I will just have to make up my mind to live with it” and that she did. In our family my father on special occasions would write a poem. That responsibility seems to have been handed down to me at least that’s what my brothers told me... Any ways here goes: Beatrice Shapiro married Samuel Allen Baron, 1936 was the year Despite the fact that she was left headed, he thought her very dear. Mom fell up the stairs instead of down as her pace was very fast Dad was slow and steady, could this marriage really last? They complemented each other in all the ways that matter Their marriage was built on trust and love, each other they did flatter. After seven years of marriage their first born son, Ken, was born The lioness appeared, to help Ken weather his first year storm. But once he was well and happy and king of his parent’s domain Along came his sister Judy to take over some of Ken’s fame. But mom had enough love for the two of us and plenty more to spare Six and a half years after me Bruce came along to share. We each had our place in the sibling ranks that made each one of us unique Ken was the first born male child and I was the only girl so sweet. Bruce was of course was mom’s baby boy that kept her young at heart But after Bruce, Dad said no more, they were too old for another start. Through the years mom was always there for us She was our very own cheerleader She helped us learn and then stood back she was glad we did not need her. She instilled in us a love of family and especially of each other There’s nothing in this world that could ever replace our mother. She even found me my Merrill, she picked him out herself. She added him as a son; she was our wily little elf Ken then gave her David, a grandson she adored He could just do anything, she would never be floored. In later years she welcomed Barb as another one of her tribe Her love and pride of all her children she could never hide. Whether you call her Beatrice, Beatty, Bea, Sister, Grandma Bea, Aunt Bea, mom, ma or mother, We know that we have been blessed for just having her love us, she was like no other. As much as we will miss her, I picture her back with dad Her heart has been put back together, she would not want us to be sad. Home Brighton, New York Birthplace Hornell, New York