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Christine "Chris" Clegg

South Attleboro, Massachusetts

1953 - 2010

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Christine “Chris” (Morris) Clegg, 56
Retired Texas Instruments Employee

Christine (Morris) Clegg, 56, of Mendon Road, South Attleboro, died on Easter Sunday, April 4, 2010 at her home graced by the presence of her loving family. She was the wife of Ralph Alan Clegg to whom she was married on May 31, 1981.

Born in Providence, Rhode Island on September 16, 1953, she was a beloved daughter of the late Phillip J. and Catherine (Higgins) Morris. A resident of the City of Attleboro for most of her life, she was a 1971 graduate of Bishop Feehan High School. She graduated from Katharine Gibbs College in 1972 and earned a degree in business management in 1983 from Bryant College.

Mrs. Clegg was employed as a customer service representative for Texas Instruments in Attleboro from 1973 until her retirement in 2000. For the past ten years she was employed by Engineered Materials Solutions in Attleboro.

She was a communicant of St. Theresa of the Child Jesus Roman Catholic Church in South Attleboro.

Among her favorite pastimes were playing bocce ball, bowling, walking, square dancing and shopping.

She enjoyed traveling with her husband and family.

In addition to her husband of 28 years, she leaves five stepchildren: Raymond J. Clegg of Tilton, New Hampshire; Thomas G. Clegg of Cranston, Rhode Island; Andrew J. Jordan in Georgia; Mary Beth Abrahamson of South Attleboro and Matthew P. Clegg of Sumter, South Carolina; 7 grandchildren; five sisters: Catherine Emery of Hollywood, Florida; Patricia Kravitz of Cumberland, Rhode Island; Ann M. Morris of Attleboro; Eileen Morris of Attleboro and Regina Wilcox of Narragansett, Rhode Island; a brother: John Morris of Milford, New Hampshire and several nieces, nephews and extended family members and friends.

Relatives and friends are cordially invited to attend visitation on Wednesday, April 7, 2010 from 4:00 – 8:00 PM in the “Memorial Chapel” of the Dyer-Lake Funeral Home – the national historic Colonel Obed Robinson Home, 161 Commonwealth Avenue (exit 5 off I-95 N or S, go right at top of exit, proceed ¾ mile, on the left), Village of Attleboro Falls, North Attleboro.

Relatives and friends are cordially invited to attend the funeral on Thursday, April 8, 2010 at 8:45 AM from the “Memorial Chapel” of the Dyer-Lake Funeral Home – the national historic Colonel Obed Robinson Home, 161 Commonwealth Avenue (exit 5 off I-95 N or S, go right at top of exit, proceed ¾ mile, on the left), Village of Attleboro Falls, North Attleboro followed by a Concelebrated Mass of Christian Burial at 10:00 AM at St. Theresa of the Child Jesus Roman Catholic Church, 18 Baltic Street, South Attleboro with the Rev. Jon-Paul Gallant, Pastor and Rev. Victor Gaboury, officiating.

Private burial will be in Mt. St. Mary’s Cemetery, Pawtucket, Rhode Island.

Following church services an invitation will be extended to join the family for a time of continued fellowship and refreshments at a location to be announced.

Children’s room available during visitation and while the funeral cortege is forming.

For those in need of local transportation to visitation may simply call the funeral home at (508) 695-0200 to make an advance reservation for such gratis transportation.

Please do not send flowers. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the Dyer-Lake Charitable Foundation, Inc., a registered 501 (c) 3 organization, 161 Commonwealth Avenue, North Attleboro, MA 02760 to benefit the Community VNA Hospice Care or the Attleboro Animal Shelter.

For additional information or to send the family an expression of written sympathy, please visit an online guest book at www.dyer-lakefuneralhome.com.

Arrangements are under the direction of the Dyer-Lake Funeral Home, 161 Commonwealth Avenue, Village of Attleboro Falls, North Attleboro. (508) 695-0200.

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Hey Peetie, I know you are not bothered by time but we still are...except when you visit.
Your Santa still plays "Auld lang Syne" when you are near after almost ten years on the same battery. Your clock still chimes at Gina's house when you want her attention and Emmy the red tailed hawk can still get her picture in the Sun Comical. All sweet memories of you. But wait, there's more! Rest in peace, Peachy
Sis & Roland, Ann, Eileen, Gina & Don, Pat &Norman and John.

Hey Peachy, Steve and I were just talking about Paul Revere and the Raiders. I told him I will always think of Peachy when I hear the name of that group. I know that when you suddenly pop into my mind that you are connecting with my soul. Thanks! I love our connections....our memories.

It's been a pretty poor winter for our area as I'm sure you know. I remember sledding down Andrews's hill for hours when we were young kids. Remember when Skippy climbed up onto their barn...

Hey Peachy! I've been thinking about you a lot lately. You must be calling me! I'm seeing houses that are putting up their Christmas lights, some of which are "blinkies." I remember you calling them, "Attention-getters...or 'tention gettuhs." We both hated blinkie lights. Just want you to know that to this day, we still don't use them. And I still miss you and shed tears because I wish we were closer during our adult years. I'll write again soon. I promise it won't be so long this...

Hey Peachy....it's Easter, although much later this year. Still, you are in my heart. In your honor and memory (cuz I still want to talk to you and say all the things I didn't get to say as we grew older) I chose to keep your memory book permanently alive...just like you are permanently alive. And permanently loved. And permanently missed.

hugs 'n' smooches,
Chrys

It is the eve of Peachy's birthday. I had a very vivid dream about her last night. We were in her childhood home. For some bizarre reason, I had taken a shower and then Peachy and I began to talk about the end of her time here on earth. It was a terribly sad dream and yet almost comforting in a way. I felt like Peachy was still here and trying to let me know that she had come to grips with what was to be - and that it was OK to be so sad, yet not necessary. Her greatest pain was in...

Happy Birthday, Peach. We miss you very much.
Your Family

One of my fondest memories is riding our bikes with Teddy sitting in the basket of Peachy's bike and Skippy (our dog) running along side. Teddy was on top of the world with his fur flapping in the wind. Skippy was pooped! We spent so much time riding the neighborhood and walking free, playing "til the streetlights came on."

The bluberries are in the freezer, the strawberries are in the jam jars....but they didn't jel this year.

Chrys, this is very kind and thoughtful of you. So here's one we all talk about. Peachy was in first grade and loved a good party even then. When we all came home from school that fine Sept. day, there was Christine with almost her entire class out in the yard waiting for the party to begin.It wasn't that we forgot; it was just that Peachy never went for the simple cake after supper tradition the rest of us had. She wanted the whole sh'bang, and got it!
Ann