Visiting Monday 2-8pm
Service Monday 7pm
Interment Wednesday 11am Woodlawn Cemetery
Daphney Agatha Tucker was born in Johns Hall located in the parish of St. James, Jamaica, WI to George and Catherine Armstrong on October 12th, 1935. She transitioned into eternity to be with the Lord on Monday, November 1st 2020, at the age of 85 after battling numerous health challenges with courage and grace. She resided in New Rochelle, NY and passed at Montefiore Hospital in Bronx, NY.
In 1953 Daphney left Jamaica, WI and headed to Somerset, England at the age of 18 to pursue a career in Nursing. There she became a State Registered Nurse and State Midwife. While in Somerset, an opportunity to broaden her knowledge and training became available in Hamilton, Canada. She secured the position upon completion of the required training and testing in Pediatrics. Approximately 4 years later she immigrated to the United States in the city of New York landing a position at Roosevelt Hospital after completing the required training and testing in Psychiatry and General Nursing. By 1964 she met the love of her life, Mr. D. George Tucker. They were united in holy matrimony on June 5th, 1965. Continuing her education, Daphney proceeded to earn her Bachelor of Science degree in Nursing from C.W. Post in Long Island, NY; and subsequently earned her Master of Arts in Nursing Education from Columbia University. She then went on to work at Lutheran Hospital and completed her career in 2000 as a Director of Nursing at Coney Island Hospital – with both hospitals located in Brooklyn, NY.
Since her youth, Daphney dedicated her life to the Lord and committed herself to studying God’s Word. Her Christian beliefs governed her life; and the way she lived served as a source of encouragement to everyone she engaged with – family and friends alike. She was devoted to her family and valued her friendships; developing many life-long relationships along the way. She supported George in all his endeavors, most importantly his endeavor to become an entrepreneur twice as a professional photographer. She raised her children to seek a relationship with God and to pursue higher education as a means for self-improvement and opportunity.
Daphney loved traveling with her soul mate George. Together they visited many states throughout the US. During George’s membership with the International Christian Photographers, they traveled to Colorado annually to attend the Christian Photographers conference. Equally, they visited many countries. Some of their adventures landed them in Argentina, Japan, Poland, Spain, and South Africa just to name a few.
Throughout her life, she demonstrated the importance of faith, family, and friends, and leaves behind a legacy of giving, compassion, and love.
She is survived by her children: daughter Arlene Dembo and Husband Keith; and son Dale Tucker. Siblings: Sylvia Armstrong and Beryl Samuels. 3 grandchildren: Tiarra, Brianna, and Krystal; and Nephews and Nieces: Danny, Paul, Patrick, Michael, Doreen, Ann-Marie, Tricia, and Shawna. She is predeceased by Siblings: Ena Armstrong and Lloyd Armstrong.
We love her, we will miss her, and will keep her alive in our hearts forever.
Visitation is scheduled for Tuesday 9am-11am at Scarsdale Baptist Church. 51 Popham Road, Scarsdale, NY, where a service will be held Tuesday 11am. Interment Kensico Cemetery
And so, it seems, he couldn’t wait to join his wife. Our father, Gustav “Gus” Getter, died 10/18/2020, age 94.
Gus was born in Brooklyn, the second son to Manya “Minnie” Girsh and Joseph Getter, both Russian immigrants. During the WWII he begged Minnie to allow him to sign up a year early. He enlisted with the US Navy and was sent to Brown University to be trained as an Apprentice Seaman (officer training – graduated in 3 years, Sigma Xi Honor Society.) He desperately wanted to be a Naval fly-boy. If you knew Gus you knew ‘that story’ where he traded his ‘leave pass’ and snuck onto a fighter plane on a training flight. It didn’t go well. It involved a paper bag. And even that went from bad to worse. But as he told it, it was hysterical. He earned a Master’s degree in Civil Engineering from Polytechnic Institute of Brooklyn and Tau Beta Pi, Engineering Honors.
Our father was an inscrutable man. He was proud of his years of service in the Navy, Seabee – Construction Battalion. In the 1950’s as a junior officer in Port Hueneme, CA, he saw injustice and desegregated his unit assigning all seamen to the same barracks with equal responsibilities. He took risks, and in a story rather Mission Impossible in its scope, he borrowed an office space, then furnished and ‘volunteer’ staffed it over the course of a weekend to secure a contract that started his own engineering firm. He believed in what he could accomplish and didn’t let obstacles get in his way.
Gus’s engineering firm, which through a variety of partners and mergers, always bore his name, created internationally recognized and award-winning designs. The one which he was most proud of, and which continues to be in use by the US Navy and other armed forces, in several locations to this date, is named the Hush House: A building in which one can park a jet and turn it on in order to test it, while keeping the outside quiet and clean from exhaust and sound pollutants. Despite having sold the last iteration of his firm, Getter, Segner and Gironda, to Sverdrup Corporation, and having retired, Gus continued to remain available to answer any questions from those who continued to seek his advice. And, as his daughter, it never ceased to amaze me, that there were those who continued to call and discuss their problems up until his death.
Gus was mostly all work, but not quite. He skied through his 80s! He was a fantastic ballroom dance lead. He was a Member of the Temple Israel Brotherhood and volunteered for the United Way for years soliciting donations or items for their silent auction.
Gus was absolutely devoted to the love of his life, Ruth Groten. He met Ruth when he was 17 and she was 14. His family moved into her apt. bldg. in Brooklyn. For him it was love at first sight. They shared the same birthday, 3 years apart. Their first date was in celebration of their shared birthdays. She had to make her way through HS and college before they fully settled with each other, but from that point they have been together with, apparently, even death not being able to separate them.
Graveside service Monday, 10/19 Sharon Gardens Cemetery @ 11:15am
It is with great sadness that we share, the passing of our mother, Ruth Groten Getter, October 14. 2020, age, 91. She died peacefully in her sleep, in her home, surrounded by her family; her husband, Gus, by her side, her children Leslie “Chip” Getter & Elizabeth “Liz” Getter, and Liz’s husband, David Groff.
Ruth was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. She was the daughter of Pearl (Freidheim) and Irving Grotenstein and older sister to Barnet “Barney.” Ruth would later say Barney was the elder sibling as it was her habit to shave a few years off her age.
She met her future husband, Gus when his family moved into their apartment building. They shared the same birthday, 3 years apart and their first date was in celebration of their birthdays. Ruth was always a loving, supportive and adventurous person. Moments after she married Gus, they began a literal cross-country journey to California where she would start a new life as the wife of a Naval Officer.
Ruth worked at the Naval Base Supply Depot and became ‘Den Mother’ for many young recruits. She served as volunteer artist for the base and helped design and create the base’s SeaBee sign. She was the smartest person in our family. She had a gentle way of keeping us all in line with pronunciation, punctuation, grammar and spelling. And for us she was the classic, great Mom who packed our lunches, shuttled us to our numerous lessons and who helped us with our many school art-projects and papers. She never yelled and was a great support and confident.
Ruth was someone you wanted on your Trivial Pursuit team. She had an amazing depth of knowledge in literature and history. She possessed an eclectic mix of interests as varied as classical music, Richard Hittleman Yoga, and Monty Python.
She enjoyed her years with the Temple Israel Sisterhood and volunteering for the United Way. Ruth loved to entertain and every year she hosted a New Year’s Eve party in which, pride of place, was her famous Cheesecake. She was a skilled creative person working as a graphic artist before computers became a central tool in the field. She worked with paint, clay, and fabrics, and was proficient on a sewing machine, sometimes making her own gowns or our Halloween costumes.
Ruth had an incredibly quick wit. It was an aspect of her personality so very deeply engrained in her, that even when dementia had crept in, she would often catch us off-guard with an hysterical side-bar. And she was, and continues to be*, our father’s ballroom dance partner. (*Our father couldn’t wait to join her and died 3 days later.)
Graveside service Friday, 10/16 Sharon Gardens Cemetery @ 11:30am
Pauline Frances Jakab Santoro (née Strobl) ended her journey on September 24, 2020.
She was 91. Born October 17, 1928 to Anton and Louise (Schuch) Strobl, she was a near lifelong resident of New Rochelle, and a member of Holy Family Parish.
Pauline graduated Mayflower Grammar School, New Rochelle High School and the Katherine Gibbs School in Manhattan. She worked as an executive secretary for Yardley, Lederle Labs and the Fine Chemicals Division of American Cyanamid.
She married William D. Jakab of Manhattan in 1968 and Joseph V. Santoro of the Bronx in 1989.
A truly caring and compassionate person, she was a longtime volunteer and past president of the New Rochelle League for Service at Montefiore New Rochelle Hospital. She was also a member of the Catholic Widows and Widowers at St. Pius X in Scarsdale.
Two of Pauline’s greatest joys in life were dancing and travel. From day trips to European vacations, she was fortunate to have traveled from the early 1950’s until her last international trip to visit family in Austria in 2015 and to a family wedding in Idaho in 2016.
She was preceded in death by her first husband Bill in 1984, her second husband Joe in 1996, her brother Anton J. Strobl in 1977 and her sister Louise Vesey of Mercer Island, WA in 2017.
She is survived by her son, William G. Jakab of Tuckahoe, NY and a host of nieces, nephews, and grand nieces and nephews.
Visiting Hours will be on Monday, October 5 from 4 to 8PM and Tuesday, October 6 from 9 to 10AM at George T. Davis Funeral Home at 16 Shea Place in New Rochelle. A funeral mass will be held on Tuesday, October 6 at 10:30am at Holy Family Church. Interment will follow at Beechwoods Cemetery, also in New Rochelle. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation in her memory to the Alzheimer’s Association http://www.alz.org/ or to the Humane Society of Westchester in New Rochelle http://humanesocietyofwestchester.org/.
Karen S. Allen, of New Rochelle and Valhalla, passed away on August 24, 2020. Born March 7, 1940 in Lima, Ohio to Simon and Opal (Parlette) Allen, she studied at the University of Tulsa and received her Master’s degree in Social Work from St. Louis University. In addition to her career as a mental health social worker at Albert Einstein Hospital, Bronx, NY, she was an avid fan of opera singer, Kiri TeKanawa, and traveled the world to attend her performances. She was also active in many cultural groups in her New Rochelle community, and helped to co-found Tutti Bravi Productions, Inc., a not-for-profit organization dedicated to honoring the history of Westchester through theatrical productions. A published author of a self-help book for MS sufferers, she wrote the first production for the company, an opera highlighting the life of former New Rochelle singer, Ellabelle Davis. Her love of books and reading made her a dedicated supporter of the New Rochelle Public Library, where she devoted many hours as a volunteer in the local history section. She also volunteered at the Humane Society where she enjoyed many hours in the cat room. She loved being called “the crazy cat lady!” Friends lovingly remember her as an intrepid spirit — small in stature, but with a gigantic heart! She was pre-deceased by her siblings Neil Allen, Stan Allen and Arlene Humphrey, as well as her beloved cat, Kiri-Kiri. Surviving family members include nieces and nephews Mark Allen Humphrey (Phyllis) of King City, Missouri; MaryAnn Benz of Casselberry, Florida; Michelle Marks (Martin) of St. Joseph, Missouri; Debra Hoffman (Galen) and Sheryl Ashley (William) of Huntington, Indiana; Linda Riggle (Mark) of Carmel, Indiana; Neil James Allen of Findlay, Ohio; Eileen Lane (Rex) of Otsego, Michigan; and David Allen (Kathy) of Elyria, Ohio. She is also survived by 16 great-nieces and nephews. One great-nephew pre-deceased her. Interment will be private, with a memorial service to be scheduled at a later date. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to: The New Rochelle Public Library, Tutti Bravi Productions, the Humane Society of Westchester, or Multiple Sclerosis Foundation of Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.
My mom, my best friend, my guiding light has moved on from this plane. Sevenroses, Rosalie Hibbert Campbell was kind, generous, helpful, and the smartest woman I know! She was an amazing force of nature with the most beautiful smile that would brighten the darkest moments with its light! Her transition from this began on 5/23/2020 when her physicians thought she had a serious stomach issue. During that week she was diagnosed with cancer. She received surgery to remove the tumor, but the cancer was aggressive and would not release its hold on her body! . During the valiant battle for her life. She endured 4 surgeries, a full hysterectomy and two chemo infusions before being told that she may not survive another infusion. She fought until the bitter end because she was not the type of woman to give up. My mother was never one to throw in the towel and give up
She grew up in Jamaica WI, and received a scholarship to go to University/College in Venezuela. She returned to Jamaica to give birth to me and was then offered an opportunity by her sister, my aunt Lil, to immigrate to America for a better life. My mother refused to leave me in Jamaica, and brought me with to begin her next chapter. She Received her Bachelors in Psychology from the college of New Rochelle. She Married to Barrington Campbell, My father, in December of 1989 and once again returned to Jamaica where she continued to work to provide for her family.
When I was 18, she decided to go back to college and pursue a higher degree. She attended Columbia university and Graduated with her Masters in technology. She would always stress the importance of an education which is an ethic I was sure to pass on to my child. 20 years ago, she started to work at Windward School. She was very proud and dedicated to her job at the school. She looked forward to work every day, even in her last days she attempted to work remotely. By watching her example I learned the importance of living up to my greatest potential
She would tell me stories of her childhood and how she loved to dance. She was even on TV and danced on a show in Jamaica. She did it all, from ballroom to salsa, and any other dance you could think of. Some of my fondest memories are of her calling me late at night to tell me about her late night adventures in a salsa classroom, or hanging out with her closest friends. Those friends eventually became her travel buddies. A cruise to Cuba and trip to Washington DC were her most memorable times with her friends. Not only friendly, my mother was good, honest and always fair about the situations. She respected other people’s points of view and I strive to match her when I move through this world, sometimes in the most difficult of circumstances. My mother taught me to persevere.
My mother loved her family dearly and always wished them the best in life, and even though relations may have been strained with some. Her outlook on love and family taught me to do the same, because my mother lead by example, not just by the force of her word. She would always tell me to be a good person and live life to the fullest. Her passing is not the end because she lives on in her teachings, our time together and my heart.
Max Jacobowitz, 96, died July 16, 2020 with his family by his side in New York, New York. A graveside service with military honors was held Sunday in Greenwich, Connecticut at Hebrew Cemetery on Memory Lane.
Max was born May 1, 1924 in New York City to Fannie and Joseph Jacobowitz. His father was to become one of the largest purveyors of street pushcarts in New York City.
Max spent summers at the beach in Long Island and up on Saratoga Lake. After high school he joined the United States Navy and was a proud shipmate stationed on the USS Iowa and attached to the Pacific Fleet’s 4th Division where he operated the 5-inch twin gun mount #10 against attacking Japanese fighter planes. He served aboard from 1942-1946 where he traveled throughout the Pacific. He had many great stories and memories, including the time where he assisted in lifting President Roosevelt on and off the ship. Max was presented with the American Theater ribbon, Asiatic-Pacific Theater ribbon with Star Device and the Philippine Liberation ribbon with two Star Devices.
After he left the Navy, Max went to watch-making school for two years. In 1948 he met his wife Lila on a blind date. Three months later they were married and remained married for 54 years. Besides being married they also co-owned Capital Jewelers in Port Chester, New York. Lila used to always say it was like they were married double the amount of years because they worked and were married. Max had the great insight to buy the building that his store was in. He was always very proud of that.
He was an active member of the Port Chester Elks Club and enjoyed being a member of the Doral Swim Club. His interests included family, playing poker and pool, reading the newspaper, swimming, watching the Yankees and watching Westerns.
Max is survived by his daughters, Francine Kabnick (Earl) of New Rochelle, New York; Elaine Patell (Ronald) of Tarpon Springs, Florida; granddaughters Ingrid Kabnick and Jaqueline Sherland (Mike); and great-grandchildren Andrew and Liam Sherland. He was preceded in death by his beloved wife, Lila R. Jacobowitz.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to:
Disabled American Veterans
Cincinnati, Ohio 45250-5447