John Lane Fenton

Uncle John had hoped his death and funeral observances would spark something like an old-fashioned Irish wake. In his idea of life after death, I believe he felt he would be with us in spirit, mingling with the crowd, enjoying the conversation and observing the connections between participants. He would love the “I remember ”, “Did you know ” and especially the mentioning of long unspoken names.
So, I remember: When Ellen was being born, staying at Algonquin Place. Grandma...

I’m not good at goodbyes, or rather I dislike the heavy weight that comes with knowing the chance in life to do something or be around someone has come and gone. I at least got to visit with Uncle John in the weeks and months before his passing. And I know I can remind those around me that at least one of us would come to visit him most days, some seeing him once a week at least.
That is; he knew he was loved and remembered by his family. That is the best thought to hold on to for...

John was truly a class act. I came to know him at Classical and don't think I had ever met anyone as intelligent, courteous, caring and friendly. Despite physical challenges as he aged, he went out of his way to help friends, neighbors and those simply looking for assistance or advice. He was a classic gentleman who put a smile on the face of everyone he met and, in an age when manners don't seem to matter, set an example for all of us to aspire to -- the world would be a much better place...

My beloved Mr, Fenton, what an awesome neighbor and friend... Enjoyed the many stories he would share, his years of taking packages and delivering them to individuals at Classical and his trips to Boston to the Opera.. Such a gentlemen.. RIP Mr. Fenton. Classical has not been the same since you left as the original receiver of packages..

I am an old friend of the Canning family, and my mother and aunt have both lived at Bluebird- and I know that John was a very special person. I am sad for the family to lose him so suddenly, but reading his obituary what a great life he had. Good night Uncle John.

Hard to put into words how special Uncle John was; kind, generous, intelligent, adventurous, fun. He never grew tired of living, always looking forward to something, making plans, creating memories. It is so hard to imagine life without him. Forever in our hearts.

Dear Uncle "Johnner," as all of us affectionately called you, you were the most pure and humble of souls, and we were truly blessed to be life-long recipients of your generosity, sweet love, and worldly intellect. It is impossible to quantify the degree to which you enriched our lives through your knowledge, culture, spirituality, unquenchable curiosity, and love of adventure.

While I will hold fast to the memories, I grieve the loss of your sweet smile, your gentle and quiet...

Uncle John,
We were not prepared to lose you so suddenly and unexpectedly. You have been a constant faithful presence in our lives, teaching us about so many things and exposing us to so much art, history, and culture. We are already missing not being able to consult with you on so many questions. I am so happy we got to celebrate the start of your 95th year, and was looking forward to fulfilling your wish that we’d all have a sunny day together this summer. I take comfort in...