Joan Fresher

Dear Bob and family,

I was saddened to hear of the passing of your loving wife and mother. To her friends she was a gracious and talented lady who opened her heart to all of her friends and acquaintances. I feel honored to have known Joan, a lovely individual with an
everlasting smile.

Shirley Hetherington
St. Paul, MN

Bob and Family,
We were sadden to learn of the passing of Joan. She will always be remembered as a gracious lady with enough love to reach around the world. When she walked into a room, it lit up.
My memories are many and I know with time and the grace of God, the pain will lessen, and she wll always be in your hearts and memory.
Our deepest condolences.
Cousin Janet and Family

Our deepest condolences

Brian,
My deepest condolences to you and your family durning this trying time.I never recall meeting your mom in all the years you lived acrossed the street but from what has been said about her she sounded like a very accomplished person and a loving mother and grandmother.
My prayers are with you and your family durning this difficult time.
Sincerly,
David Stoner

Dear Fresher Clan:

I was so saddened to hear of Joan's death. I am so sorry for the time that has been taken away from you with your Great Pal, Mother, Grandmother & Wife.

Of course I immediately went back 40 plus years to Waban Park and conjured the fondest memories of "Mrs. Fresher" and the Fresher family. I can see her easy smile, busy hands and hear her gift of conversation. She delighted in our competitive Wiffle ball games with Brad & Craig, Margaret's...

Craig -Nannett and family. So very sorry for your loss. You are in my thoughts and prayers

Dear Uncle Bob, and all of my cousins.. I just came from seeing you in West Haven, and my mind is reeling. It was so good to see you all. Why so long in between, I don't know, but I do know I am so sad for the reason we were brought together tonight. I am so very sorry for the suffering you have all endured..my heart truly goes out to you, having been down a similar road. I will keep you in my heart and in my prayers, that the heaviness of the sorrow lifts a little more each day. With much...

Memories of a sister: the three of us, Joan, Patricia, Susan, giggling under covers, climbing the apple tree, going to a 3 room schoolhouse driven on impassable winter roads by the policeman in his model T ford patrol car, flexible flyers, two wheelers, poking under rocks for rainbow trout with a black snake sunning in the bush above your head, haying in the sultry summer longing for an ice cold soda to wash the dust out of our throat, the squeak of a glider swing, croquet, rationing, hands...