Michael E. Bermingham

March 12, 1939February 6, 2021

Michael E. Bermingham, of Kenmore, entered into rest on February 6, 2021 at age 81. Beloved husband of 53 years to Carolyn L. (nee Janecki) Bermingham; devoted father of Deanna Bermingham and Michael W. Bermingham; adored grandfather of Isabela; loving son of the late Francis L. and Elizabeth (nee Cavanaugh) Bermingham; dear brother of James (Noreen) Bermingham, Mary Ann (Dr. Robert) Laudico, the late Thomas F. (Shirley) Bermingham and the late William (late Florentine) Bermingham; special uncle of Thomas Bermingham; also survived by many cherished nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. Interment to be held at a later date. If desired, contributions in Mike’s memory may be made to the Alzheimer’s Association WNY Chapter,, or the Buffalo & Erie County Naval & Military Park, Arrangements by DENGLER, ROBERTS, PERNA FUNERAL HOME.


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KHAKJOJP Wieczorki

February 24, 2021

Picture, one more and one more and more and more pictures, from left, from right, from behind, in front, on the side. With the sun and without it…..smiles, happiness and relief. We finally are here, yes!
We reached a place, full of Borat’s cliches (before they were fancy) and….obviously it was NOT the place we were looking for. But the smile and calmness never wore off Mike’s face.
We asked locals, one after another, seeking the specific surname, and finally someone has given us the directions... to some other village, just…. another 15 km away.
Drive some more, through even more remote roads (happy they actually WERE there!), ending up in someone’s yard being just a living memory of XIX century peasant accomodations, but it did not matter at all, because we have reached the ancestors place!
And that was just a start, a start of life-long adventure for all of us. Two families separated by thousands of kilometers, however truly connected and (as the technology continuous development allowed) being in constant touch witheach other, in all life-events that happened throughout those almost 30 years, all regardless of the distance. Through many happy events and funny (sometimes too awkward) situations, where many different emotions surfaced, yet the only thing remained constant: Mike’s calmness, deep voice, his Monty Python’s sense of humor and peaceful aura that surrouned him. - Take it easy, everything will be good – he used to say. Mike always remained unshaken, stable and solid as a rock. There were so many more events, so many happy memories, it was a lifetime of a true friendship. And that’s how we all will remember it. All of us.
Now, one of us has gone to the better place, leaving us in grief and sadness, yet, we try to hang onto those words of Mike – our lifelong friend, source of peace, calmness and stability – take it easy, everything will be good.

Kate, Henry, Anna, Karolina, Jasiek, Oliwka, Julka and Przemek

KHAKJOJP Wieczorki

February 24, 2021

- have you ever seen the Crossroads? – asked the deep baritone next to me, petrifying me instantly because I obviously haven’t, despite pretending and prouding myself of being „music expert” (pfffffff!)
- You really should! – the baritone continued and I turned my head, just to see smiling, firendly face and eyes that could see directly through me. (he obviously knew, I haven’t but he did not make a wink)
Four people in a rectangual construction on 4 wheels pretending to be a car (and it was even more! - like a life-savior for some) ugly, inefficient and simply ridiculous, yet it proven to be THE way to conquer the barren lands we tried to reach. Two REAL Americans in my country, two people from the Promised Land, from another civilization, from such a distant world that it could be in Magellan Galaxy, it wouldn’t make any difference for me….yet they were sitting next to me, in that red excuse-for-a-car and they both seemed to be extremely excited! I could not believe my eyes, ears and any other of my senses. For me the history was just happening (and in fact, it actually HAS).
Again, I realise that I am „the driver” for the „greatest roots-seeking-trip-ever”, so I should be at least confident where I am going to. Honestly I had very little idea, there were no Google maps available and the paper one was quite old and we were at the crossroads.
Driving through this semi-mountain area without any real road marks, hoping we reach the destination and look- there it is! A big sign stating the name of the most-sought-remote-village in Poland! BORKÓW.
Happines on our faces - we got there, yes, this is IT! Yiipeee-ya-kayyy! Yet still, this is crossroads.

Robin (Edie) Miller

February 16, 2021

I had Mike for an American Government and Politics class at Hamburg High School back in 1976. He was engaging, humorous, and interesting. But, mostly I remember him as the director of my Senior class play in 1977. He let me "rewrite" one of the parts so that I could play a female version of what had originally been a male role. And when I gave the valedictory speech at the graduation of the Class of 1977, he was there as a chaperone. As I left the auditorium after the ceremony, he said to me, "Robin, only you could find a way to include both Abraham Lincoln and Karl Marx in the same speech!" That's how closely Mike paid attention to me and to his students, in general. Finally, I remember Mike hosting a cast party at his home in Angola and that it happened to fall on the day that Elvis died! Strong, fond memories of Mike, a good guy!

Dawn Ryan

February 14, 2021

Mike (Berm) was a wonderful friend and a beloved teacher at Hamburg. He never failed to light up a room when he entered; his characteristic quick wit and smile always left his students and colleagues- including me- feeling lighter, grateful that he was part of our lives. It was a privilege to work with him for many years and to call him my friend. I wish we could gather and raise a glass one more time to this fine man.

Sarah Foit

February 8, 2021

I always remember Uncle Mike and Aunt Carolyn having such fun and being so joyful at family picnics. He was a magnetic person that people were naturally drawn to. I still treasure a cross pendant that he and Aunt Carolyn brought me from Poland when I was a kid. It means a lot to me because their travels and sense of adventure were an inspiration to me. When I think of Uncle Mike I feel a sense of belonging and I am very grateful that I was born in his family. Rest In Peace, loved Uncle.