February 24, 1932 – March 2, 2019
Rose (Krecioch) Gaffney, age 87, of Fall River, passed away Saturday, March 2, 2019 at her home. She was the wife of the late Alvin A. Gaffney, Jr. to whom she was married over 50 years before his passing in 2009.
Born in Fall River, a daughter of the late Francis A. and the late Katherine B. (Socha) Krecioch, she was a life-long resident of the city.
A graduate of B.M.C. Durfee High School she went on to attend Thibodeau Business School. She was employed by the Fall River Trust Company after graduation where she met her eventual husband-to-be.
A skilled baker, her desserts were sought after at the Holy Trinity Church events and kids in the neighborhood looked forward to their special birthday cake she would make them. A master at the sewing machine, she altered all her sons clothes to be able to pass them down one to the next and was an avid gardener. She took great pride in providing and caring for her family. She established a sound moral compass, sense of self and strength in character for her sons.
She is survived by four sons, Thomas Gaffney and his wife Adelia of Chapel Hill,NC, James Gaffney of Athens, GA and his wife Sherry of Los Angeles, CA, John Gaffney of Fall River, Peter Gaffney of Westport, daughter-in-law Jeanne Gaffney of Taunton; three grandchildren, Kyle Gaffney, Craig Gaffney and Savannah Gaffney; and seven nieces and nephews. She was the sister of the late Constance Hebda-Barboza, and Joseph, Alexander and Eugene Krecioch.
Her funeral service will be held on Monday, March 11, 2019 at 10:00 am in the Waring-Sullivan Home at Cherry Place, 178 Winter St., Fall River. Visitation will be from 9:00 to 10:00 am prior to the service. Burial will take place in Oak Grove Cemetery in Fall River. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Alzheimer’s Association, 309 Waverley Oaks Road, Waltham, MA 02452.
- Alzheimer's Association
- Visitation Monday, March 11, 2019
- Funeral Service Monday, March 11, 2019
- Burial Monday, March 11, 2019
March 11, 2019
I always loved the trips we would take up to Fall River and the time that I would get to spend with Nana. Waking up to the smell of chocolate chip or fresh blueberry pancakes, quickly making the bed and straightening up our room for some pocket change delivered in a recycled margarine container to spend on candy or soda or if we could convince Gramps some scratch off lotto tickets from the corner store. She was a delicious baker, she would make us this jello cake for my birthday with a cool whip frosting which to this day is still my favorite type of cake.
We would visit in the summer almost every year, and every year it seemed like we would catch a heat wave. The TV was finicky and outside of Red Sox games there was little of interest to watch. On paper it seemed like the last place that a kid would want to be and yet every summer I would count down the days until we would visit. Those vacations and that home will always be a favorite memory, a rock of happiness in these tumultuous times, not because of the things that it had but because of the people that made it the special place that it is.
I love you Nana, rest well
March 10, 2019
Nana made the best pancakes. Micky Mouse pancakes, with chocolate chips for eyes, nose, and mouth, and two large dollops of pancake batter for ears. I don't know why she had chosen Micky Mouse for the design - I can't remember being particularly fond of Micky Mouse as a child, and she knew of our obsession with Winnie the Pooh from our pajamas and stuffed animals. But maybe she chose Micky because he was a part of her childhood, or her sons' childhoods, and she wanted to share a piece of herself and her immense love with me and my brother every breakfast. Or maybe, just maybe, Micky Mouse was the easiest cartoon character to turn into a pancake.
The most enduring image of my Nana for me is her sense of humor. She was always ready to enter a conversation with a quip, a light remark or a cynical assessment of a nuanced topic. She had many favorite lines: "it's not what you know, it's who you know", "no money, no funnie", and of course, a variation of the much tamer "Life's unfair". That last one was the most controversial, and thus, my favorite.
As a child, I adored my grandmother. When we visited, it wasn't always easy to find games to play in the house, and the TV cycled between local news and reruns of Seinfeld. But I dreamt of these visits. It was the warmth of her home, of her smile, of her laugh, of her unconditional love for her grandchildren, her children, her daughter-in-law, her husband. I was drawn to Fall River because I had a second home there, one where I could feel a sense of comfort and belonging that I neither understood nor could truly put into words.
Now, I find myself coming back to those sayings that my grandmother loved so much. In the end, she proved the last one wrong, simply with the way she lived her life. No life can be an unfair one with a woman like her in it. I love you, Nana. Thank you for everything you did for me and our family. Rest easy, Rose.
March 10, 2019
I have many fond memories of Mrs. Gaffney while growing up in Fall River. She loved her home and her family, and was always proud of her sons.
She and her husband always made me feel welcome in their home and I will always remember their smiling faces.
Now they are together again.
Rest in peace, Mrs. Gaffney.
March 10, 2019
Mrs. G (Rose) was a family friend for over fifty years having become neighbors in 1960. Rose was a terrific lady and she and her dear departed husband Al were like an Aunt and Uncle to me to me while growing up. She was a great baker, and made the best chocolate chip cookies, and lemon cake. Even my dog Oliver benefited from her cooking as she often delivered bones and other treats for him as well. She was a terrific seamstress who patched many a pair of pants for me in my younger days. My Mom loved her like a sister, and enjoyed their friendship over the years. I enjoyed our many talks of politics with her and Al the day before Thanksgiving when I would bring over pie's that my mother had made.
She will be missed but forever remembered with fondness.