April 14, 1917 – June 30, 2018
Lucille Aline Cronin 1917 – 2018 SOUTH PORTLAND – Lucille Aline (Sevigny) Cronin, 101, passed away peacefully on Saturday, June 30, 2018 at the South Portland Nursing Home. She was born in Portland on April 14, 1917, the second of seven children to the late Hollis and Adrienne (Roy) Sevigny.
Lucille spent her childhood in Sanford, Maine. She attended St. Ignatius School and graduated from the Commercial Department in 1935.
In 1941 she went into nurses training at Dr. Leighton’s Private Hospital in Portland where she made lifelong friends with many of the women with whom she worked. She remained there until its closure in 1944. During the following years she did private duty nursing at several homes in the Sanford area. Lucille married John E. Cronin in 1949 and moved to their family home in Portland. She lived in that home for 50 years and again made many friends in the neighborhood who remained in touch to the time of her passing.
She loved family, holidays, birthdays, reading, butterflies and gardening. She instilled her love of nature in all her children.
Lucille is survived by her four children, Adrienne Poley and her partner Tom Gross of South Portland, Alice Souza and husband Jim of Saco, Thomas Cronin of Tampa, Florida, Mary Susan and Edward Tibbetts of Portland; her sister Annette Valcourt of Alfred, Maine; and her eight grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren.
She will be greatly missed by all.
Lucille’s family would like to give a special thank you to the staff at South Portland Nursing Home for their care and support.
Friends and family are invited to share their memories and offer their condolences by visiting Lucille’s online guestbook at www.jonesrichandbarnes.com
A memorial visitation will be held on Thursday, July 12, 2018 from 5pm to 7pm at Jones, Rich and Barnes Funeral Home. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated on Friday, July 13, 2018 at 11am at St. Joseph Catholic Church in Portland. A committal will immediately follow at Calvary Cemetery in South Portland.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in Lucille’s memory to, Literacy Volunteers of America, 142 High St. #514, Portland, Maine, 04101. A service of Jones, Rich and Barnes Funeral Home, 199 Woodford St., Portland, Maine 04103. 775-3763.
- Adrienne Poley, Daughter
- Tom Gross, Adrienne's Partner
- Alice Souza, Daughter
- Jim Souza, Son-in-law
- Thomas Cronin, Son
- Mary Susan Tibbetts, Daughter
- Edward Tibbetts, Son-in-law
- Annette Valcourt, Sister
- Lucille is also survived by 8 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren
Literacy Volunteers of America
142 High Street, #514, Portland, Maine 04101
- Visitation Thursday, July 12, 2018
- Mass of Christian Burial Friday, July 13, 2018
- Committal Friday, July 13, 2018
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July 12, 2018
The world lost a beautiful mother, grandmother, great grandmother, sister and friend. Memere was a unique and special lady who made an impression on everyone she met. It is hard to put into words what exactly made Memere Memere. My sister, cousins and I have always just laughed, shook our heads, smiled and said "oh Memere " every time she did or said something that was just so Memere. Here are a few of my memories.
The time Memere was driving with myself, Stephanie, Brian and Matthew and began sneezing. After about five sneezes she pulled over. After about 11 more and lots of giggling she began to drive again. At the time we were scared for our lives. Now, we laugh and say oh Memere.
At 90 she had a major stroke. Most of the family was together during the following surgery and knew the prognosis was not good. When the doctor came out and told us everything went great we laughed and said of course it did it's Memere!
As the years passed and Memere grew older she never admitted she was old. Just last year at 100 she told us she was "getting old". We laughed and said Memere you are old! That got her giggling (which wasn't hard to do) and she put her face in her hand and just shook her head.
She really loved life and taught me during the 38 years I had with her to love and appreciate the little things. Some of the things that brought the biggest smile to her face were a quick phone call from an old friend or family member. A bouquet of flowers, a rainbow, a strawberry shake or seeing a butterfly. She appreciated every visit even if it was just a short one. If someone stopped by to say high or help her with something in her apartment she would be so thankful she would tell me about it for at least the next few visits.
In honor of Memere remember life is short (even if you are blessed with 101 years) so enjoy each moment and let every butterfly, rainbow or flower remind you to slow down and be thankful for life's little moments and blessings.
July 9, 2018
For years now, I've been joking that Memere was going to outlive all of us. The dear woman who weathered two strokes with impossible nonchalance has, for all of my life, simply seemed to be, immutable, Even as she grew older she was always so persistently herself, a woman whose love and interest came without condition or expiration, whose excitement for the things and people she adored never relented. When we use the term force of nature we so often mean the hurricane or blizzard, but Memere was the other side of that--she was the like the mountain that could weather any storm, any catastrophe and still be, until, perhaps, you took for granted that it always would.
It wasn't until I heard the news, here on the far end of the world, that I realized that I wasn't truly joking. Somewhere along the line I'd come to believe that she would always be there long after the rest of us, and would still be telling her great-grandchildren that "she wouldn't be around much longer," as she'd been saying all my life, even as they, too, aged past her.
My brother Brian has captured better than I could her love of games and simple pleasures. For both of us, she was a constant presence throughout our childhoods, always kind, always supportive (even if she did love hiding her cretons in the butter tubs). I don't think I properly appreciated her until I moved away, as is so often the case with children. I don't think there is force on Earth that could have dampened her enthusiasm for the pursuits and exploits of her family, as she always asked about everyone--where we'd been, what we'd seen and done.
In all, she was kind. She could get annoyed or angry, of course, but I don't know that Memere had it in her to ever be truly mean, no matter what happened. The world could use a few more kind people, and it will be a dimmer place for her departure.
July 8, 2018
I was lucky to have spent almost my entire childhood living with Memere. Some of my earliest memories are when we moved to Portland, and our new home was her home. My mother notes that when we first moved in I was unhappy because the things in the home were not ours but were "Mermere's couch, and Mermere's chair". I don't remember this so well, but I can tell you that any of those feelings faded quickly and growing up not only was it our family home but she was like a second mother to me.
She was always there to support and help care for us. Kind words, and even the occasional beef stew on a cold day. Some of her words meant for comfort were more effective as comedy, my Tamooka spider is probably not in buggy heaven, but it was her laugh that followed that would put you at ease. And while her scientific explanations of optical illusions may have been suspect ("just goes to show you that the world is round") her ability to always want to help make sense of the world will be sorely missed. I think I also inherited some of her love of games, for which she could play to no end. When she wasn't asking me how to work the VCR, she would ask if I wanted to play a game. She is the only person I think I've ever met that would note tire of a game before me. She loved to play those games, not just with me but any of her grandkids, and the more of us that were playing the happier she was.
That is where she will be missed most by me, as I have never seen anyone so content and made happy just by the presence of her family around her. Her laugh, and smile would say it all, and all of our gatherings and holidays will be just that much more empty without her. We were all spoiled to have her for so long, despite the fact that she was convinced she was going to leaves us decades ago. No matter how many times she said, “give your Memere a hug! You don’t know how much longer I’ll be around”, all that preparation doesn’t make it so much easier for those of us left without her.
July 6, 2018
A beautiful night for a jeep ride, yes Mrs. Cronin, Alice and I cruising the beaches with top down. She had never had a jeep ride before, so we took her. With a big smile, lots of positive comments, was wrapped in every blanket and jacket we had with us. Thank you for making me smile too!💚⚘