Ann Meloche

I went to law school with Ann. She was one of the first people I met at DCL. She was a great person, a real person. I kept in touch with her for many years after leaving law school. She was always gracious, always laughing. The world is a bit dimmer with her passing. My condolences to her family. Thanks for ,the great memories, Ann!

Jan, Monica, Fran, Molly and Ann's sons,
It has been many years since I have seen your family, but my memories of the years at St Al's will always include your family. May you find peace in the passing of Ann, for she is I am sure looking down on all of you with a smile and a laugh.
Love ya,
Monica Kenny

In August of 2006 I moved into a townhouse on Softwater Lake in Clarkston. My lifelong friend Len Bokuniewicz, whom I grew up with, and also a Clarkston resident, and two recent Clarkston High grads, classmates and friends of Len’s son Gordon and my daughter Christyn were helping me. Len was teasing my new neighbor that the four of us were moving into the 1 bedroom apartment next to hers. She said, “Lenny, its Ann Hunt.” They had just seen each other and spoken the year before when Saint Alphonsus High School alumni held a multi class reunion for all of the classes 1960-1969. But that day moving in next door to her is when, amazingly, I met Ann (Hunt) Meloche for the very first time.
It was amazing because Ann and I grew up within a mile of each other in East Dearborn and went to the same small high school (less than 500 in grades 9-12.) At St. Al's, as we affectionately called it, we all tended to know each other and certainly we knew family names of kids who graduated years before and years after, especially those of us from big families. And since we were all from Catholic families in the mid 60's that tended to be most of us. Ann who graduated the year before me was from a family of five girls one of whom graduated the year after and one three years before me. I grew up in a family of five boys one of whom was in Jan's class. But in that school where we all pretty much knew each other it was truly surprising that Ann and I had never met. The little girl next door to us upon hearing this said, "Well did you ever pass each other in the hall?" I said, "Rachel, since our school was only two short floors, we must have many times."
Ann and I became good friends and talked often of the old days in East Dearborn and mutual friends and acquaintances. We shared a love of nature and the little lake we lived on with it’s abundance of waterfowl. We talked on one of our decks or out on the lake in her little paddle boat as the sun set on the lake leaving a beautiful pink hue. We also both loved impatience flowers. Ann had planted them by herself before I arrived and I often thought to myself that first summer that I was fortunate to have the nicest entrance in the complex because of those flowers our entrance shared. In subsequent summers we jointly bought, planted and watered the impatience we both loved in front of our apartments. She insisted on waiting till after Memorial Day to plant them as she had been burned before when she planted too soon and a deep frost killed them all. This year we went to the farmer’s market together over Memorial Day weekend to buy them. When we were to have a severe frost this spring and I knew that Ann wasn't feeling well, I made sure all of the impatience were covered.
I love to laugh and have fun and Ann had a tremendous sense of humor. I also like to have deep conservations about politics and society and current issues and Ann was very intellectual and shared a love of conversation. I admired Ann who put herself through college and law school and practiced family law for over 25 years. We also had similar political beliefs which is rare because I don't meet too many people in this area who share my political leanings. We went to a couple mini class reunions and a wedding together and we shared dinners with family that was nicer with a companion. Ann invited me to a dinner with Bishop Thomas Gumbleton and her family and friends. Bishop Gumbleton is a lifelong friend of the Hunt family and was one of our parish priests at St. Al’s. I was thrilled to take part because Bishop Gumbleton was a priest that was universally loved by us kids and is still greatly admired today for his outspokenness against injustice in many forms and his love and dedication to the poor of Detroit.
It was great meeting Ann’s family for the first time at this dinner. I took my yearbook from Ann's graduation year with me and Jim and Joe, were amused by both their mom’s and their Aunt Monica’s pictures.
Ann loaned me kitchen and other household items when needed and baked a birthday cake for me in October of 2007 when she was still well. After knowing her for a few short years I have great sympathy for Ann’s family and her lifelong friends for I know how much they have truly lost. I wish I had known Ann longer but treasure the few short years we had as neighbors and friends and will sorely miss her. I hope all who loved Ann will take comfort that she is in a better place with no pain. Each year I live here I will plant impatience at the entrance to our apartments over the Memorial Day weekend in Ann’s honor.

With deepest condolences to the family,

Jim and Joe,

I was your mother's classmate at St. Al's in Dearborn. She undoubtably has told you many stories about her high school days there.

Because St. Al's was a small school, we all got to know each other real well. I could always count on Ann for a humerous anecdote or a good laugh, on a daily basis. She was a blast to be around and everyone loved her.

If you have inherited any of your mother's humor, personality, or enthusiasm, you have inherited a treasure.

Jim Healy
Class of '64

Fran, Janet, Molly, and Monica,
My thoughts and prayers are with each of you. As difficult as this time will be for you, keep in mind you have another guardian angel on your shoulder. And, when the good Lord takes one we have loved He always leaves the best part of them in our hearts. I pray your faith will bring you each comfort.

Jim & Joe, it has been a number of years. We lost track over the years but have thought about your mom often. I didn't know where she moved her work to. She was always there when we needed her and fought to the bitter end for us. 3 years of storing our 4 wheeler in pieces in your garage, and always just a phone call away. We had a joke about table butts, do you remember that?
She was there for me on my darkest days, we will never forget her. She had a spirit that would light up the room, drama must have been in her background somewhere(-: Our first day in court will always be a vivid memory, WOW!! discribed it best. She was my friend and guide for quite awhile. Love to you both.