GRAM'S OBITUARY by Susan Osterhout Sojka 2003

JENNINGS, MARY ETHEL ``GG''

THE HARTFORD COURANT
JENNINGS, Mary Ethel "GG"
Mary Ethel "GG" Jennings, 105, of North Granby, wife of the late Raymond V.K. Jennings, died at home, Monday, (December 8, 2003) surrounded by four generations of family and love. She was born June 24, 1898 in Coldenham, NY daughter of the late Alanson and Mary (Ross) Cole and had lived in East Granby, Simsbury and Montgomery, NY prior to moving to her granddaughter's, Susan and John Sojka's home in North Granby. Ethel loved to knit, read and spend time with her family. She was the oldest recipient of a second pacemaker. A special thanks to Dr. Steven Cohen and the Saint Francis Medical Center, Dorann Seltzer, the Farmington Valley VNA and the Granby Volunteer Ambulance. She is survived by her daughter and son-in-law, Barbara J. and Richard A. Osterhout of East Granby; ten grandchildren, 16 great grandchildren and three great-great grandchildren. She was predeceased by her son, Lee Lay Jennings and her daughter, Lillian Suydam. There are no calling hours. Funeral service will be at the convenience of the family. In lieu of flowers memorial donations may be made to the Farmington Valley Visiting Nurse Assoc., 8 Old Mill Lane, Simsbury, CT 06070, the Granby Ambulance Assoc., P.O.Box 616, Granby, CT 06035 or Saint Francis Hospital and Medical Center, 114 Woodland Street, Hartford, CT 06105. Vincent Funeral Home, 880 Hopmeadow Street, Simsbury has charge of arrangements.

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