November 6, 2016
November 6, 2016
I still expect to see you every time I go to town. Miss you and love you.
Roy Charles Humeston
Dover Plains - Roy Charles Humeston, Jr., 76, known to all as "Hummy," died on Friday, July 15, 2016 at his home in Dover Plains, NY.
He was born to Ruth and Roy Humeston, Sr. on November 6, 1939 in Sharon, CT. He attended Dover Schools, learned the electricians trade from his father and was a member of the Poughkeepsie International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers. He worked all over the United States before returning to the Harlem Valley and settling in Dover. Hummy was an avid reader, played the guitar and above all else enjoyed and appreciated nature.
Hummy is survived by his son, Thomas Fila (Carol Ann), his granddaughters, Alexa and Kate, Memphis, TN; his daughter Alexa, granddaughters, Ashley and Hailey and great-grandchildren, Sirena and Gabriel. He is also survived by his sister, Joan Humeston Newman of Wappingers Falls, his cousin, Joseph Humeston of Southington, CT and many nieces, nephews and dear friends. He was predeceased by his parents and sisters, Claire Maholchic and Betsy Simpson.
A memorial service will be announced at a later date. Memorial contributions may be made to the Center of Compassion, P.O. Box 665, Dover Plains, NY 12522. To send the family an online condolence, please visit www.hufcutfuneralhome.com
Published in the Poughkeepsie Journal from July 19 to July 21, 2016
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July 26, 2016
July 26, 2016
Hummy left peacefully. It brings me some comfort to know that.
“Death is not a foe, it is an adventure,” to him. I so wish that he could come back and regale us with tales of his final adventure.
“ Sometimes when one person is absent, the whole world seems depopulated.” – Alphonse de Lamartine
Took the words right out of my mouth, Al.
See ya, Hummy. Wouldn’t wanna be ya!
“Death is not a foe, it is an adventure,” to him. I so wish that he could come back and regale us with tales of his final adventure.
“ Sometimes when one person is absent, the whole world seems depopulated.” – Alphonse de Lamartine
Took the words right out of my mouth, Al.
See ya, Hummy. Wouldn’t wanna be ya!
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November 6, 2016
November 6, 2016
I still expect to see you every time I go to town. Miss you and love you.
July 26, 2016
July 26, 2016
Hummy left peacefully. It brings me some comfort to know that.
“Death is not a foe, it is an adventure,” to him. I so wish that he could come back and regale us with tales of his final adventure.
“ Sometimes when one person is absent, the whole world seems depopulated.” – Alphonse de Lamartine
Took the words right out of my mouth, Al.
See ya, Hummy. Wouldn’t wanna be ya!
“Death is not a foe, it is an adventure,” to him. I so wish that he could come back and regale us with tales of his final adventure.
“ Sometimes when one person is absent, the whole world seems depopulated.” – Alphonse de Lamartine
Took the words right out of my mouth, Al.
See ya, Hummy. Wouldn’t wanna be ya!
Gallery
Hummy was caring,
We're at a park in Phoenix, celebrating Alexa's 4th b'day. Hummy is ready to get on the road again. He was not cut out to stick around one place for long.
spontaneous,
We had a great time putting this together. The Cast
The Three Wise People: Linton, Dodie, John.
St. Joseph: Hummy.
Angels We Have Heard on High: Alexa, Sandy
The Little Shepherd: Tim
The Blessed Virgin Mary: Tina (teehee)
The Baby Jesus: An
Napping was essential for Hummy; it was a regular past-time. Even just a little bit of sleep invigorated him.This picture was taken right after he woke up from his snooze in the previous picture. A most happy fella.
inquisitive, self-educated, brilliant and so good-looking.
He did have this ability to fall asleep no matter what was going on. He once fell asleep in the middle of taking a bite out of his sandwich.
Recent stories
July 26, 2016
by Tina Fila
If you look carefully, you will see a 1915 wind-up phonograph in the picture of me and Hum . It was one of our many auction finds. He loved it and played old 78's, especially loved tenors. That's Enrica Caruso, one of his favorites, singing. Hum listened to all kinds of music. When we lived at the Humeston house in Dover, he converted one of the downstairs room into a studio. He sound-proofed the room, gluing cork on the walls, the windows, and, maybe even the ceiling . . .I'm not sure. One night, I went in to ask him something. Probably, wanting money. We used to have this little joke, that when I asked for money, he would say, "What did you do with the quarter I gave you yesterday!" He didn't always think it was funny.
He's in the music room, in his robe, reclining on the recliner, which is in the middle of the room (so as to get the most out of the recline), headphones on (baby Tom was sleeping), and totally absorbed in the music. All of a sudden, he exploded out of the chair, legs kicking, arms flailing, screeching like a banshee. At first, I thought that he was trying out some dance moves. Uh-uh. A rat had run up his pajama bottoms. This is part one of the story. Part two is in the lost and yet to be found folder in my computer.