Ann T. Thompson

I was a neighbor of Ann's in the mid 1960s. We lived in Rome, NY. She was such a sweet person. In 2013 I connected with her on Facebook and then on phone. I recorded the conversation and I'm glad I still have it. I never forgot Ann and feel blessed that I spoke to her one last time later in life. I will always have warm feelings for Ann who was a good friend of my mother (Helen Snellbacher)

My Mistake, Paige & Nora are Ann's granddaughters, not her nieces. They are MY nieces!

Ann was a dear, warm, loving spirit, who was always gracious and welcoming. It was a joy to see her with her nieces Paige and Nora, who she loved beyond measure. Her gentle, loving spirit will be missed.

Here's a poem I find comforting that might help someone else.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not...

She was young at heart and delighted with all the delights in the world, especially the deep love she had for her sons, her granddaughters, and special friends. She had a beautiful speaking voice and she used it to be funny and to connect very meaningfully with other people. One of her granddaughters did a project on immigration a few years ago and Ann's moving account of meeting the great lady dressed in green, the Statue of Liberty, as she arrived in New York from Ireland in 1952, was a...