Eleanor Rose Arena

Eleanor graduated from Christopher Columbus High School and went on to attend Brooklyn College, earning her Associates Degree. She married Frank R. Arena II on January 31, 1948 and together they shared 60 years of marriage. She was self-employed as a Real Estate broker for Guide Realty in NY, First Professional and JTB Assoc. at Villas on the Green in FL and ran her own private investment company for a total of 55 years.

Eleanor was Salutatorian of her 8th grade class in The Bronx, the First Female member on the Board of Realtors on Staten Island and a member of the Board of Realtors in FL. Her greatest and proudest achievement was in personal real estate acquisitions under Arena Reality. She enjoyed touring model homes, ballroom dancing, drama productions, big band concerts, and reading the Palm Beach Post, Bottom Line, and Prevention Magazine. Eleanor loved to travel to countries to see the great antiquities including the Roman Colosseum, the Parthenon, the Egyptian pyramids and the old city of Jerusalem in Israel. She took a cruise to the South Pacific, touring Hawaii, Tahiti, New Zealand, and Australia.

She is survived by a daughter, Jane E. Niebch; a son Frank R. Arena; five grandchildren, Jonathan Niebch, David Niebch, Elliott Niebch, Jacqueline Arena, and Christian Arena, and five great grandchildren, Emily Niebch, Aaron Niebch, Maverick Niebch, and step- great grandsons, River Anderson and Dylan Richey.

Memorial donations in Eleanor’s name may be made to St. Patrick Catholic Church, 13591 Prosperity Farms Rd, Palm Beach Gardens, FL 33410.

My Joe

By Pat Heydlauff

Life always begins and ends

For my dear husband it has now passed

Life always grows and changes

It can never humanly last, except for memories retained

Life always brings new opportunities

Boy Scouts, the Air Force, college, business executive, fisherman and family

Life always includes joy when you least expect it

Marriage, an expanded family, a rainbow at 30,000 feet, a cruise down the Danube, traveling with best buds or a new grandchild in your arms

Life was always filled to the fullest

T-shirts filled with bold statements, a loud boisterous laugh, ice cream, a whistle you could hear for miles, a Home Depot kind a guy, reading the Night Before Christmas, chocolate milk and donuts, ice cream, flying kites, a Model A car, Lazy Boy chairs, the TV tuner, pontificating for hours on end and oh, more ice cream

Life always has some sadness

But gives way to joy knowing that in his passing he is healed, loved and fondly remembered.

A “fly-boy at heart, my companion, my love, a hero to all.