OBITUARY

John T. Higgins

November 24, 1927March 21, 2021

John T. Higgins of Plainview passed away on March 21 at Age 93. The cause of death was old age. John was born in Brooklyn, served in the US Army and returned home to marry his sweetheart Jane Audrey Gibbons. Together they had six children Jane, Linda, Diane, John, MaryBeth and Nancy. John enjoyed playing golf, swimming, and telling jokes. Most of all, he loved spending time with his family. John is survived by his two brothers, Herb and Bobby, his six children, twelve grandchildren, and eight great-grandchildren. In lieu of flowers donations can be made to the St. Jude’s Children's Hospital

Services

PREVIOUS SERVICES:

  • Visitation

    Monday, March 29, 2021

  • Visitation

    Tuesday, March 30, 2021

  • Mass of Christian Burial at St. Pius X RC Ch. 270 Washington Ave. Plainview,NY

    Tuesday, March 30, 2021

  • Interment at Long Island National Cemetery, 2040 Wellwood Ave. Farmingdale, NY

    Tuesday, March 30, 2021

OTHER SERVICES:

  • Due to the current conditions, face coverings and social distancing is required

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Susan and Cynthia Mirabel

March 31, 2021

Our heartfelt condolences to the family and friends of John, an extraordinary wonderful human being. My family got to know John from the Plainview Pool. He used to swim laps with my Dad, who passed away just about 2 years ago. I loved speaking to John about family. He was such a sweet, loving, handsome man. My thoughts and prayers are with his family. May his memory always be a blessing.
With loving thoughts,
Susan and Cynthia Mirabel

Sean Corry

March 29, 2021

So many memories come to mind. Just to name a couple that come to mind are the summer days Kevin and I would go to the pool. Kevin and I would jump off the high dive while he would swim his 10000 laps nonstop. Another great memory is when he took us to see the Tarzan movie when we were little kids and on the way home and the rest of the trip we were there he’d do the Tarzan yell which drove my grandmother crazy! Cheerios with fruit, Klondikes for dessert, off Oreo brand cookies, and in his later years 2 piece meat dark from Boston market. I sure will miss playing trivial pursuit, talking Braves Mets, and just listening to stories that he loved telling about all the people he loved. To say I’ll miss him is an understatement. Rest easy Grandpa, I love you.

Nora Napierala

March 28, 2021

When I think about Grandpa it's a lot of the small memories that stick out. Like how there was always iced tea in the fridge. How he told us stories of his time in the army (they were always hysterical). How later in life he taught himself how to play saxophone. What sticks out most is when I when I'd hug him goodbye he'd always say 'bye doll'. I'll always admire your tenacity and wit. Love you Grandpa. 

Diane Higgins

March 27, 2021

There are so many incredible things I could say about my Dad, many people have touched upon a few: His absolute devotion and love of my Mom, his sharp wit, his kindness to our neighbors , his constant generosity to us kids, and his deeply religious faith. What I want to reflect upon are the moments that were small and very telling. There were six of us kids, lots of different personalities in the house (we were loud I am told by others, haha). With work, maintaining the lawn and house beautifully I don't know how my Dad had time to even notice what the kids were up to or struggling with, but he did. In sixth grade I was transferred to a new school in October of that year. It was hard on me, I had to meet new friends and catch up on what was being taught in class. My first day of school our teacher announced that there would be a test at the end of the week on China which the class had covered in September. I absolutely fell apart, I started to cry! My teacher felt so bad but what could he do? Well I am sure my parents were notified that I was stressed about this test. I came home from school a few days after this and my Dad sat me down and explained he had read our textbook and asked if I would like to go over the material on China? He was so patient and calm I will never forget the feeling of protection from him. I aced the test but more than that I learned how sweet my Dad could be.

The other memory that I can't forget is when I finished college and came back home. I walked in the door with my suitcases and immediately started crying!! Geez!! My Dad and Mom didn't know what to make of this! Then my Dad asked me . "What's wrong?" And I blurted out, " It's over!! College is over!" My Dad responded in desperation, " I'll take you back!" He just wanted to fix things! What a sweet response. I really will never forget it.
Thank you Dad for your love to all of us. I will miss you deeply. Your daughter, Diane

Virginia Levey

March 26, 2021

One of my many memories with Mr Higgins , my beautiful best friends Dad was his joking all the time every time I was at the house. His singing in the livingroom with his kids and dear Mrs. Higgins.. I loved watching this family enjoy the love that they all shared together. One memory was when I lost my Dad, I was almost 16 and I stated at his house the night I found out he passed away while on vacation with my Mom. I was lost sad and totally upset and Mr Higgins comforted me to the fullest of his ability. He spoke to me and said I will always have him to talk to and love. Diane made me breakfast ...Mrs Higgins just kept showing me love. I'll never forget YOU Mr. Higgins. I looked forward to going to NY to visit my family and always would pop over and stay a bit with Mr Higgins...he just cracked me up with every word that came out of his mouth. Another fond memory was me leaving your front door open...'what are you doing Virginia heating the streets" lol!!!
Rest in Peace Mr. Higgins thank you for being in my life ...you were for sure one of my highlights of growing up living around the block from you! Give a kiss and hug to your wife...I'm sure you are already in her arms watching down on everyone . I miss you already!!! Xxxoooo

Alison Paalz

March 26, 2021

My husband Tony Paalz, John, John O’Sullivan and another friend played golf together for many years. They were a fun foursome and fast friends. We were all invited to the Quinn’s 50th wedding anniversary party, the party was at an old resort in the Catskills and they still had sunken heart shaped bathtubs. It was a lovely party and John and Jane were a hit on the dance floor. The next morning Tony went to tell John we were headed home, he knocked on their door and John yelled “ come in”. Tony came back to the car he was laughing so hard, John was soaking in the heart shaped tub.
In 2004 Tony passed away and John spoke at his funeral. He spoke about their political differences, John said Tony considered him left of Genghis Kahn. I did keep in touch with John and Jane they were a devoted couple and so much fun. May your memories bring you peace and comfort.
With Sympathy,
Alison Paalz

Christopher Weigl

March 26, 2021

OK, MB, agreed that he had a somewhat rigid diet, but he HAD graduated to Cheerios from Post Raisin Bran to my recollection...

We were both HUGE NY Giants fans and we enjoyed watching quite a few of the great victories and suffered through more than our share of the ignominious defeats, either in person together or via telephone recap at halftime and after conclusion.

As a native Brooklynite, he had been a major Brooklyn Dodgers adherent, who, after having been abandoned by his team for L.A., adopted the NY Mets as his team. Even though I'm a lifelong Yankees guy whose team historically tortured his Dodgers when they were in Brooklyn (except for that outlier season in 1955), before I was old enough to follow baseball myself, we could very civilly discuss our team's prospects and status without rancor.

Boxing was another thing of mutual interest. He had followed it in his younger years and I had read upon it extensively so that we could reflect upon the great champions and great contests of yore - no generation gap there...

To make a long story short, perhaps my most poignant memory of him was the time I was "lost" overnight in a windy and driving rainstorm during a Boy Scout wilderness camp weekend in western Bergen County, NJ in '95, with a Search and Rescue team out searching for me. John and his "bride" Jane, as he liked to call her, drove out in the middle of the night to Ridgewood, NJ from Plainview, NY to comfort his daughter and my wife, Linda, who, always thinking the worst is reality, was convinced that I had met an untimely end. Of course, here I am writing this note. But John and Jane pulled into our driveway in Ridgewood just minutes after I had been "rescued" and had appeared home, had a quick cup of coffee - or was it tea for him - and drove back to Plainview. Just another routine day in a long life well-lived...

I'll miss you, Dad. Godspeed. Rest in peace.

William Savona

March 25, 2021

An Artist (continued)

A few more years later, I think it was on a Father’s Day, I remember my aunts and uncle having his old home movies transferred to VHS or maybe it was DVD. Everyone gathered around the TV for the surprise. I peered my head around the side to get a peak. Now, everyone else had already seen these family featurettes but they were all new to me. And these weren’t your typical home movies. He didn't just pull out the ol' 8mm and snap a quick scene here and there, he was trying to tell a story. He made these whimsical stop motion title sequences, and set music to go along with them. It all felt edited together somehow. And there again, he surprised me with his creativity. 

So in a way I guess you could say he was a filmmaker.

I'm certain there are many many other things I never even knew about. Surely there were songs we didn't get to. Or maybe a sketching drawn in his head for a new pattern to trim the front hedges into. But when I look back on my memories of Grandpa the first thing that will always come to mind is that he was an artist. In his own way.

William Savona

March 25, 2021

An Artist

When I was younger they would drive down to visit us and without fail there were always two boxes in the car. First, and maybe most importantly, a box of Entenmann's. Sometimes it was the crumb cake, sometimes it was chocolate doughnuts, ever so slightly melted together from the car ride down. But what I remember being more excited for was the shoebox filled with bootleg VHS tapes. Looking back on it now I realize he didn’t make those tapes for us because he was frugal, and God knows he was. He did it because he wanted to share with his family something he loved. All the grandeur and adventure a movie could transport you to... I think he appreciated that more than most. And he didn’t just bring his favorite ones, he’d also bring the ones he thought we’d like too.

So in a way you could say he was a curator.

Then there were all the summers when we would visit them. Grandpa had this funny habit. In the mornings when it was just past the time he thought we should be awake he'd have a nice stroll through the house whistling and jingling his keys to a tune. Alright, I guess really it was more annoying than funny. But music really filled his life. He loved to sing (whether Grandma wanted him to or not). And when I was old enough he taught me to play a song on his keyboard. Eventually I'd get the notes right, but not the rhythm. Still, he liked hearing the tune and then he revealed to the six-or-seven-year-old me that he wrote it. I didn't know he could do that.

So in a way you could say he was a singer songwriter.

MaryBeth Weintraub

March 24, 2021

Wow so many great memories I have of my Dad. First of all he was quite a unique man, from his eating habits to his very structured day to day schedule. He had Post raisin bran for breakfast every morning , and ham Swiss lettuce and tomato on rye for lunch every afternoon. Dinner is where he would really shake it up and have a basic meat and potato and alternate his vegetable. It wasn’t until he was close to 90 that he was willing to try a slice of pizza. Needless to say he didn’t like it. He loved taking his kids on summer vacations and always tried to get an amusement park in on the trip. I remember he once took me to Coney Island just to ride the cyclones. He purchased two tickets one for him and one for me. When he handed me my ticket I was shaking like a leaf because I was so scared to get on the ride. My mom told me if I was scared I didn’t have to go. But once I looked at my dad‘s eyes and realized how excited he was to take me on a ride that was such a big part of his childhood I just couldn’t disappoint him. Once we got on the ride the attendant turn to my dad and told him to hold on tight and to give him his glasses to hold because if he didn’t he would lose them. I wanted so badly to jump off right then but I just knew how much he wanted me to experience the cyclone with him. And Im so glad I stayed on. My Dad ran his life like clockwork so at the end when things were out of his control it was very hard for him to handle that. It was so hard to watch him decline and feel helpless. I will forever be grateful for how hard my father worked to support our family and how he doted on my mother and took care of her around the clock and stayed by her side until she passed. I will miss so much about my Dad but what I will miss most of all is calling him and hearing his voice saying “ Hi Doll how are you “ Rest In Peace with the love of you life. I love you and will miss you everyday of my life. ♥️

FROM THE FAMILY