Rosamond Rudy

My dear Aunt Ro will be greatly missed, even as comfort will be drawn from all the precious memories of her love and care to family and friends throughout the years. She epitomized these particular lyrics to a well-known song of her heritage; "When Irish eyes are smiling, sure, `tis like the morn in spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing." So true of you, dear Aunt Ro. And, for the record, she made delicious perogies, carrying on the tradition of her...

Prayers to the Rudy family I am thankful for the times we worked together at Crouse Hinds and was able to meet up again and reminiscing the past while I delivered your mail for a couple of years. R.I.P. my friend