Martha "Pat" J. Gleason

February 22, 1933January 26, 2020

Martha J. “Pat” (Friel) Gleason, age 86, of The Willows in Warren, Rhode Island and formerly of Marathon, Florida, passed away Sunday, January 26, 2020. She was the wife of the late Edward P. Gleason.

Born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, a daughter of the late John and Ruth (Burger) Friel, she had lived in Marathon, Florida for many years before moving to Warren, Rhode Island two years ago.

Pat was the owner and operator of Anchor Lite Botel in Marathon, Florida for many years. She loved fishing on the Marathon Lady Boat and she took great pride in outfishing the old men on the boat.

She is survived by three children, Donna Gregory and her husband Joseph of Swansea, Massachusetts, Michael Quay and his wife Marlene Drape of Portsmouth, Rhode Island and Nancy Connelly and her husband Joseph of Hudson, Florida; four grandchildren, Tara Jabour, Benjamin Quay, Jason Gregory and Nicholas Gregory; ten great grandchildren; one brother, George Friel and several nieces and nephews. She was the sister of the late Jack Friel and Sally Snyder.

Funeral and burial will be private. Arrangements are in the care of Waring-Sullivan Home at Birchcrest, Swansea.


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January 31, 2020

She was such a dynamic force down here in the keys! She literally “taught me everything I know” about fishing here in the keys! I have such incredible memories of our times together... a few people enter into your life that impact it in ways you never could have expected, and for me, she was one such soul! I will miss her incredibly... neither one of us ever liked to say “goodbye”, so the last we said to each other was, “see ya in a bit”. Some day Pat, we will go catch the big ones together again! Until then, I will hold down your spot on the boat, and do my best to make you proud!

Bert Forbush

January 31, 2020

Spent many of days and nights fishing next to Pat on the Lady and Sea King, and private charters. We fought a huge marlin without a fighting chair and won. Never will forget on one charter, she climbed into the dolphin trash can and could get out without help. Those were the days of lots of laughter and good fishing. You will always out fish me. Rest in peace my friend.