[Congressional Record Volume 142, Number 97 (Thursday, June 27, 1996)]
[Senate]
[Pages S7069-S7070]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]
MY MOTHER, ALBA LEAHY
Mr. LEAHY. Mr. President, 12 years ago, I stood on the Senate floor
to give the most difficult speech I have ever given. I gave a eulogy to
my father and a remembrance of his life. Today is also such a difficult
time as I remember my mother, Alba Leahy, and her life which ended last
month.
It was an ending not really expected because while she was aging, she
was of a family where so many lived well into their 90's, but it
appeared that she was more ready to leave than we were ready to have
her go.
So as I stand on the floor of the Senate today, I remember a trip
with my mother just a matter of weeks before she died. It was one of
those beautiful clear days in Vermont when our State moves from winter
to spring, and even though there was snow on the ground, the sky was a
bright blue and the warm Sun caused the snow to drip from the trees and
the brook to run in and out through the ice beside our home.
My mother and I had driven to our farmhouse in Middlesex, VT. It was
the same farmhouse that she and my father bought back when I was only
17 years old. We talked of the hundreds of friends my parents had for
meals and conversation and companionship at that farm. We talked about
how my wife, Marcelle, and I had our first date at that farm and our
honeymoon there and how eventually the farm became Marcelle's and mine.
I still remember sitting in that living room, the mountains in the
distance, and the Sun coming through the windows behind where my mother
was sitting, Sun that glowed on her white hair. Then we talked, as we
had occasionally during the past year, of death and dying, and I
promised to give this eulogy as I had for my father when that time
came, and she quickly said, ``Don't make it sad. I have had a very good
life except that I miss your father.''
So as I prepared for today, the memories came back of the mother I
knew who read to me, who stayed awake all night to care for me when I
nearly died of pneumonia as a child, who baked me cookies to bring back
to college, who stood with my father at my wedding, the christening of
our children, through election nights, and as I took the oath of office
in the Senate.
I thought of the number of times she would go to functions with me in
Vermont, especially after my father died. Both of them enjoyed going to
such events with me.
So at the funeral in Vermont last month, friends and family joined us
at St. Augustine's Church in Montpelier, the church where my parents
had been married 60 years ago. We spoke of the many generations that
were connected that day, from her Italian immigrant parents, my
grandparents, who came to this great country with nothing but the faith
in our Nation and their own skills, to the children and the
grandchildren and the great grandchildren surviving her today.
Throughout it all, we talked of the total love of Alba and Howard
Leahy and how she had mourned him since he died even as she continued
the love they both had for their children and their children's
children.
Her physician, Dr. David Butsch, told us of the influence she had had
on him and his wife and their children and how she was one of those
special people one often meets only once in a lifetime.
Her granddaughter, Theresa Leahy, told how she always turned to her
grandmother for advice and encouragement--and it was always there for
her even to the last day of her life. As Theresa stood on the altar and
faced that congregation, it was so obvious the special bond they had.
Her grandson, Kevin Leahy, said, ``My grandmother defined her life by
the people who shared it with her. It was family; it was relationships;
it was her friends and the friends she made into family that defined
her, and it was through the stories she would tell of the people that
meant so much to her that Grandma showed how much she loved so many
people.''
Marcelle and I had talked with her just a few hours before she died
as we were actually making plans for our next time together, plans for
just a few days later.
My brother John and his wife Jane, had seen her just a few days
before. And my sister Mary, who gave so much of herself in caring for
our mother after Dad died, was with her at the end, as she had been
every time Mother had needed her.
When we left the funeral, and returned to the farm in Middlesex where
my mother and I had talked of the day I would give this eulogy, it was
to celebrate her life.
Her grandchildren, Theresa, Kevin, Alicia, and Mark, together with
Kevin's wife, Christianna, Alicia's husband, Rob were there and we were
joined by Mark's wife, Kristine, by phone. Mother's older sister, Enes
and sister Anne, husband, Matt, and brother Louis and wife Myrth joined
John, Jane, Mary, and Marcelle and me as we remembered with joy her
life. She would have been so pleased as she saw all the people who came
through the house representing friendships going back more than 50
years straight through to the present.
Stories were told of the years my parents owned and ran the Waterbury
Record newspaper, how they founded and ran the Leahy Press until
selling it upon retirement, of their early courtship, life at 136 State
Street and Three Dover Road, Mom's volunteer stint as a State House
guide after Dad died, her caring for us all with love and ``good
[[Page S7070]]
butter and eggs'' and a smile that lit the room.
And as we laughed and cried, remembered boisterously and loved
silently, Kevin's words as he finished his eulogy in the church, came
to me:
We are not sad today. No matter how much we may hurt, no
matter how much we miss you, we are happy about and grateful
for everything you showed us and for bringing so many of us
together with your stories, your laughter, and your love.
Today, I remember with joy with the life of my mother.
I ask unanimous consent that two articles from the Times-Argus, in
Vermont, be printed in the Record, and yield the floor.
There being no objection, the articles were ordered to be printed in
the Record, as follows:
Alba Z. Leahy
Montpelier.--Alba Zambon Leahy, 86, died May 5, 1996, in
Central Vermont Hospital in Berlin.
Born in South Ryegate on Aug. 21, 1909, she was the
daughter of Peter and Vincenza Zambon, and attended schools
in Vermont and New Hampshire.
On June 1, 1936, she was married to Howard Francis Leahy in
St. Augustine Church in Montpelier. They owned and operated
the Waterbury Record, a weekly newspaper, and Leahy Press in
Montpelier. Their interest in Leahy Press was sold when they
retired in the 1970s. During retirement, Mrs. Leahy was a
volunteer guide at the Vermont State House, an active
parishioner of St. Augustine Church and a member of Vermont
Federation of Women's Clubs of Vermont in Montpelier.
Survivors include one daughter, Mary Leahy of Marshfield;
two sons, John Leahy of Clayton, N.Y., and Sen. Patrick Leahy
of Middlesex; several grandchildren and great-grandchildren;
one brother, Louis Zambon of Ohio; two sisters, Enes Zambon
of Shelburne and Anna Donovan of West Yarmouth, Mass.
Mr. Leahy died in Feb. 7, 1984. Two brothers, Severino
Zambon and John Zambon, are also deceased.
A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated Wednesday at
11 a.m. in St. Augustine Church. Burial will be in Green
Mount Cemetery.
Calling hours will be held Tuesday from 7 to 9 p.m. at
Guare & Sons Funeral Home, 30 School St., Montpelier.
Memorial contributions may be made to: Sisters of Mercy
Retirement Fund, 100 Mansfield Ave., Burlington, VT 05401.
____
Alba Leahy Rites
Montpelier.--A con-celebrated funeral Mass for Alba Zambon
Leahy who died May 5, 1996 in Central Vermont Medical Center
in Berlin, was offered Wednesday at 11 a.m. in St. Augustine
Church. Con-celebrants were the Most Rev. Moses Anderson
S.S.E., the Rev. Bernard E. Guadreau, pastor of the church;
the Rev. Rick Danielson, parochial vicar of the church; the
Rev. Charles Davignon, the Rev. Marcel Rainville, S.S.E.; and
Deacons Regis Cummings and Dan Pudvah. The Rev. Jay C. Haskin
was the principle celebrant.
Organist Dr. William Tortolano, provided accompaniment for
soloist Martha Tortolano, who sang ``All Creatures of Our God
and King,'' ``Ave Maria,'' ``Agnes Dei,'' ``Panis
Angelious,'' ``I Love You Truly'' and ``Hymn of Joy.''
Scriptures were read by Sister Rose Rowan. Offertory gifts
were brought to the altar by Theresa Leahy and Alicia Leahy
Wheeler. Reflections were offered by Dr. David Butsch,
Theresa Leahy and Kevin Leahy.
Bearers were Kevin Leahy, Mark Leahy, Robert Zambon, Carl
Zambon, Rob Wheeler, J. Wallace Malley Jr., and Tim Heney.
Ushers were Fred Bertrand, Tom Ford and Paul H. Guare.
Burial was in Green Mount Cemetery in Montpelier where
committal prayers were offered by Father Gaudreau, Father
Haskin and Father Davignon.
Mr. LEAHY. Mr. President, I suggest the absence of a quorum.
The PRESIDING OFFICER. The clerk will call the roll.
The legislative clerk proceeded to call the roll.
Mr. WELLSTONE. Mr. President, I ask unanimous consent that the order
for the quorum call be rescinded.
The PRESIDING OFFICER. Without objection, it is so ordered.
____________________