To The Loving Son and Daughter (Donnie and Irene), Grand Daughters Stacy and Tami and Their Families for their loss of Mary Aniskiewicz.
I know your loss is sincerely heartfelt and will always linger in your hearts. Mary was such an unforgettable unique person rich with qualities and quirks like no one else.
Many times when Irene and I were visiting, Mary would tell me "Jimmy your getting fat!" While this was quite true, I always wondered..Then why are you giving me this giant plate of food and telling me "Eat,eat, there's more!"
Yes, Mary's honesty could not be questioned, nor her generosity. Not one to blow her own horn, gifts to neighborhood kids, food to a sick neighbors, money sent to people for no apparent reason and so many other displays of her compassion for others surely taxed Mary's limited income. Mary overcame that by eating just a little bit less that week.
A stone willed woman, Mary endured enormous family losses and hardships while living thru invasions by the Germans and Russians in the Ukraine. Her stories were so interesting and fascinating and I enjoyed them so much I would urge her to tell me more. I guess those beginnings were what made Mary's family ties and faith so strong.
While Mary was not a devout church going bible thomper, Mary did often make the mile or so walk to Queen of Martyrs to light candles and pray for others. Mary's faith was so strong that when her one son refused to have his daughters baptized Mary got Holy Water from Q of M and baptized them herself. Why? Because Mary wanted those children to be protected by God's Grace for life.
Yes, when Mary made up her mind to do something, she did it. I remember her saying "I'm going to quit smoking" No patch, no pill. Mary smoked no more. Just as simple as that.
Tho Mary never drove she could always count on her two best friends to get her around, her own two feet. Irene was only allowed to drive her to pick up "the heavy stuff". The other necessities Mary would get on her multiple daily trips to the food store or local Wal-Mart. Independence meant much to Mary and was easily seen as she tended her gardens, cut her grass, patched her concrete, spot painted, shoveled her driveway so the kids had a place to park, shoveled her walk so the mailman had it easier.
Yes, Independence, Honesty, Cleanliness, and Responsibility did mean a lot to Mary. Every bill received today had to be paid no later then tomorrow. Every weed in the cracks had to be pulled. Every cup and plate had to be washed after using.
So unique and complex was Mary that I found her to be completely fascinating. If she were born a century or so earlier I would fully expect her to help tame the The Wild West!
Of course Mary's beautiful gardens, her endless supply of cucumbers and tomatoes, her 4-5 layer torte cakes, her potato salad, her sweet and sour cabbage with pork or polish sausage, her home made breads and donuts and all her other specialties will be missed. But certainly, not as much as Mary the person.
Even Mary's last act of making sure she left enough "mattress" money put away to ensure her proper send off spoke volumes of her independence. No Sir, Mary would never want to be a burden to anyone.
Mary suffered much, loved much, and was loved by many. I'm sure Mary is at peace in Heaven today. I just hope she doesn't tell Jesus he needs a shave and a haircut.
Rest in Peace
Dear mama, I miss you so much, pictures of your smile play on the screen of my mind day amd night.I miss you and yet everything is a reminder of you. I never realized that you tried to make me strong and many times I got mad because I didn't understand. I wish to become half the woman you were and I still feel you with me. I love you mama
Mom, thanks for all your love, care, wackiness and creativity for all us kids. You are a great mom and we will all miss you. With love from your favorite kid, Donnie , or did you tell us all that you are my favorite? Something tells me so.
To my one-of-a-kind Bashi,
You are someone who will not be forgotten. There are countless memories that will be cherished. Your beautiful flowers outside your house that you took such pride in, and everyone noticed, earning you the moniker “Mary of Eden.” The many Fourth of July celebrations spent at your house (including the ones where I was so little and scared of the fireworks and how you laughed at me covering my ears). I miss watching the fireworks from your yard or from chairs on the sidewalk, and how we used to come up with nicknames for some of the fireworks like “Scrambled Eggs” and you would laugh. Spending Sunday afternoons after church at your house, watching the Lawrence Welk Show. The time you let Kristy braid your hair because we convinced you it would be “more fashionable.” Or how you used to always wear vests, and you had so many that Dad called you “The Vest Lady.” The many times we played in your basement on that blue and red mat, and how we made our own “restaurant” in the basement, complete with menu (and food provided by you). How I brought you a Florida keychain with a skateboarding alligator on it back from vacation when I was five, and you put it on your keys and carried it on them for over two decades. Then, when it finally cracked within the last year or so, you wanted Dad to fix it because you liked it so much, even though it was just a plastic keychain from a little kid. The time when one of your dishrags went down the drain in the kitchen sink and you kept laughing and laughing. One of my favorite and most cherished moments with you was when Kristy and I were playing in the attic, and you came upstairs with a sheet over your head and said “Oooooooh, I'm Casper the Friendly Ghost!” Then, much to our delight, you stayed up there with us, playing with us and turning somersaults. We were ecstatic! You were generous and thoughtful regarding what your grandchildren liked. Just one example is I remember randomly mentioning to you that I like raisins, and the next time I came over, you would have raisins ready and waiting to go for me. I am sad to think that there will no longer be any more birthday messages on the answering machine where you dutifully and enthusiastically sang “Happy Birthday” and “Sto Lat!” I will also miss the many conversations about the mysterious China Banana, and questioning you about stories of the East Side. You would tell us about how Dad loved to sing when he was little (and we all know he still does today!) I loved when you told us about going dancing, and I can picture you ice-skating at Humboldt Park. I will never forget how you love the song “Spanish Eyes,” and I can remember you singing it while working at the kitchen sink. For some reason, going to your house always involved trying to suppress the urge to play with your doorbell, and it also included many times gazing in wonder at the picture on your living room wall of all the beautiful ladies in their colorful dresses dancing at the ball. I would always choose which lady I wanted to be and which dress I wanted to wear. I remember when we lived in Cheektowaga how Dad used to pull us on a wagon over to your house, or we would ride in kiddie seats on the back of Mom and Dad's bicycles. Thank you for your beautiful Eastern European genes (the best in the world), and for your generosity and sense of humor. You are a survivor. You will be remembered, and you will be missed. Perhaps you are somewhere in Heaven, singing “Spanish Eyes” and tending to the flowers.
Love and God bless you, Your Zlata (one of many)
Joe and Deana and family,
Our prayers go out to you as you grieve the loss of your Mom. May the Lord bring you peace and comfort you in this time of sorrow.
Dear Irene, You took such wonderful care of your mother. She is resting in peace now with your daughter. I was very touched by Mary's devotion to her family. She loved when the grandchildren all came to visit and climbed into bed with her to hear her stories. She did not want to leave her beloved family and held on to life as long as she could. Our thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family. You are always welcome to come and visit us at USRC.
You lived a hard, yet beautiful life. You overcame many obstacles and lived journeys none of us will ever understand. You raised three beautiful children. You had nine lives. You had a deeper bond with your daughter Irene and beloved Granddaughter Suzette that I have ever seen in a family. You were a true family oriented women, your husband and your children were your world. You were old school, you never got rid of that strong beautiful Ukrainian accent. You loved your grandchildren CJ and Audriana, you saw yourself in them. Thank you for bringing this family into the world. You are a role model for any women and the strongest women I have known. You will always be loved and missed. See you in heaven.
DEAR JOE, DEANA AND THE ANISKIEWICZ FAMILY; WE WERE JUST INFORMED OF YOUR DEAR MOTHER'S PASSING. IT'S SO HARD TO LET SOMEONE GO WHO MEANS SO MUCH TO
US. WE RELY ON MEMORIES TO WARM OUR HEARTS EVERY TIME WE FEEL THE LOSS.
WISHING YOU PEACE AT THIS SAD TIME.
LOVE & PRAYERS, GEORGE & MARCIA
WE ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU IN AUGUST.
Love & Prayers...as Stacy said, we definitely won't forget all of Bashi's great stories and how she made us chuckle.
Bashi we love you and miss you. I will never forget all your stories and all the funny things you said. The past two years were hard on you. You are in a happy place now. Watch over all of us. Love you.
my friend, I thought of you as a mom, so sorry, will miss you, Patty Presnell RN USRC