Harriet "Polly" Humphrey

Johnson City resident Harriet "Polly" Humphrey, age 94, died peacefully in her sleep on November 3, 2010 at Lourdes Hospital. Please join the family on Saturday, November 6th, at St. Mark's Episcopal Church, located at 734 River Road in Chenango Bridge, NY, for an hour of remembrance to begin at 12:30 pm. There will be a church service immediately afterwards, to begin at 1:30pm. Family has asked that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to the Muscular Dystrophy Association, or to the Community Hunger Outreach Warehouse (CHOW). Polly was born in Scranton, PA, on September 13, 1916. After graduating from Scranton High School in 1934, Polly married the love of her life, Ed Humphrey, in 1938. Her beloved "Eddy" preceded her in death on October 23, 1996, after 58 years of marriage. Also preceding her in death were her sisters Elizabeth Pell and Gertrude McGeehan. Without question, Polly's greatest joy was found in spending time with the wonderful family she and Ed created, as well as with friends and extended family. Polly is survived by her sister Margaret Hamilton; oldest son, Jack Humphrey (wife Dorothy) of East Syracuse, NY; daughter Peggy Knox (husband Dave), of Chenango Forks, NY; and youngest son, Bill Humphrey (wife Kathy), of Chadds Ford, PA. Beloved family includes grandchildren Tracie (Dan) Begeal, Todd (Kris) Humphrey, Jeff Humphrey, Josh (Jenn) Humphrey, Jennifer (Jim) Van Luvender, Heidi (Dave) Young, Becky (Bill) Morgan, Meredith Holden, Paige Holden; Great Grandchildren Emily Humphrey, Andrew Begeal, James Van Luvender, Beth Van Luvender, Kaitlyn Van Luvender, Aimee (Scott) Hogan, Madeline Humphrey, Leah Humphrey, Catherine Humphrey, Autumn Morgan, Amanda Morgan, Sara Morgan, Roger Hart; Great Great Grandchild Zachary Hogan; and many beloved nieces and nephews. Polly's family would like to express the following: "What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch. Ninety four years was still too soon for us... we were not ready to say good-bye. But little by little, we begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget."