Lois Quinn

a great loss to the comunity i miss someone like him

Ah, what a classy lady Loie was. John, my heart goes out to you and all your family. Please know how many of us across the country are with you all in spirit in these difficult times.

In a week when all the lights went out along the coast in Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama,
in Rhode Island the sun lost its luster and the moon its silver lining.
A genuine mensch was taken from us.
Loie, I have always tried to emulate you.
Love you, too.

Of all the wonderful Loie Quinn memories from as far back as 1966, the most memorable are her examples of a faithful, fun, partner in life for JCQ. Our prayers are with you all.

It was 1984 and I was a loaner at USA Today, fresh from Saratoga Springs and scared as hell. I don't remember all the details now, but opera tickets from John Quinn's office came floating down to the newsroom and before I knew it I found myself sitting next to Loie Quinn at the Kennedy Center that evening. On the other side of me was Jeannie Williams, a Quinn pal from Rochester days.
Once the opera was over our odd little trio moved on to the bar at the Foggy Bottom Cafe where we stayed...

John and family,
Your loss is shared by the thousands of people whose lives were touched by the smiles and kindness of Loie through the years.
We will always remember her kindness to us years ago as visitors in Rochester, where the warmth of your home made us welcome.
Through all the years I with Gannett, and long after, she was a constant and supportive friend every time we chanced to meet, whether in the lobby of a hotel in Washington, a Freedom Forum session in San...

Elegant. Strong-willed. Compassionate. Wise. Loie was the epitome of class: she perfectly balanced her strong will with her feminine grace. Because of her, I have learned to embrace my stubbornness and my pride, my resolve and my independence—for these are the qualities that make me a strong and passionate individual, just like Loie.

My most vivid memories of Loie are of her laughing loudly to one of Kiffer’s jokes, or singing along to “Hey Jude” and “Sweet Caroline” in the car...

I love you more.

Every time I left the house next door, I trumped Loie’s “I love you” with “I love you more”. It was a friendly competition between her and her grandson. I can’t even recall how it began, but I remember her smile every time we began the little game. I always got the last word. She always let me win.

When I visited the Quinn house, Loie was always my first priority. Each visit, I raced immediately to her side. The exchange of hugs and kisses were first on...

Dear John,

Please accept our deepest sympathy on the loss of Loie from Emily and me. I remember Loie most as the vivacious hostess at your great parties in Rochester and know she has been a pillar of strength for you in good times and bad since.
I know you feel blessed to have had so many years together and I wish you the best in the future - Jay Gallagher