This memorial website was created in loving memory of:
Lester Perry White
Born: August 7, 1920 in Oneida, NY
Passed: October 29, 2014 in Glens Falls, NY
Dorothy May Wells White
Born: September 5, 1920 in Glens Falls, NY
Passed: May 16, 2010 in Glens Falls, NY
We'd like to invite friends and family from all over to share in our celebration of the lives of these two amazing people. They're an inspiration to us all!
Tributes
Leave a tribute- Dale & Sharon Hartlieb
Favorite memories include neighborhood dinners when we (Dot and Les, Nancy and Jim, Bud and Jo, Gerrie and Jim, Ed and Bev) would gather at one home or another for cocktails and then go to a restaurant for dinner.
Dot's signature vegetable flower hors d'oeuvres were truly praise-worthy!
Dot and Les often remembered all of us at Christmas with a beautiful poinsettia. They were truly kind and generous. If their Garrison Rd. home finds new owners with the same spirit, we will know that Dot and Les are the guiding stars who bring us those neighbors.
With love and sympathy to all the family,
Ed and Bev
Joe always says that the memories we have of people keeps them alive and with us. That will certainly be true for us. Joe first met my aunt and uncle while we were still living on our sailboat. There was an immediate connection and we enjoyed many "sea stories". We visited many times over the years and were warmly welcomed and very much at home.
Sharing family history and during our last visit, Aunt Dottie's written remembrances of her early years, was so very special. We are all blessed by her work.
Joe and Uncle Lester also had a connection over the Mercedes. Uncle Lester only took it out in the good weather and then mostly to the post office or to dinner. Joe appreciated that car so much he said, "Gee Uncle Les, if you ever want to sell this beauty let me know."
In 2001 we became the proud owners of the Mercedes. We can't thank Uncle Les enough for remembering us this way. He gave us all the maintenance records and many Mercedes magazines. It has been a treasure (300,000 miles now). So often when we are driving we recall memories of this special couple. Wouldn't Uncle Les be surprised to know it has been shown at several Classic car shows and sports antique Mexican license plates!
Thank you Uncle Les for the opportunity to share time with you and Aunt Dottie. We hold lovely memories of you both.
May God watch over you, hold you close to His heart with your loving bride next to you for all eternity.
Captain Joseph and Suzanne Naselli
Love,
Barbara Wells D'Agostino (their favorite niece) - my sister's the only other niece on our side so had to add that:-)
With Love, Your Friends at the Warren County Records Center and Archives ~ Pam, Tom, Betsy, Shorty, Ruth, Alison, Brian and Melissa.
Just some memories: Mom & Dad took us to church every Sunday and helped us establish our own connection to God. Dad supported Mom's Sunday School teachings. I am grateful for their Christian foundation, which has always been close to their hearts in Christ.
One message comes through from both of them…
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophesies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." 1 Cor 13:4-13
..the greatest of these is LOVE! Thank you Mom & Dad! sandee
Les treated my brother and me like an uncle. We were sort of his boys. He took us places and we did things with Les that we otherwise never would have seen or done.
Dottie was the kindest and most gracious person I've ever known. She surprised me sometimes. Like the time at the Hilton buffet when she whipped out zip lock bags to take snacks in back to the boat. There was a touch of mischief there.
I could write a book of the memories of the times our families were together. I think of Dot and Les quite often. Such great people.
My sympathies to all of you.
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- Dale & Sharon Hartlieb
Christmas
Mom and Dad went all out for Christmas. They used to stay up all night Christmas Eve to wrap presents and place them under the tree. Like so many parents everywhere, they even made sure to take a bite out of at least one of Santa's cookies. Then they'd sleep late on Christmas morning (to torment us, of course--certainly not because they were truly exhausted). Finally, after taking their time getting ready, they'd let us open one gift before breakfast. After a l-o-o-o-n-g meal, they'd give us permission to unwrap the rest of our packages.
One year Sandee and I got up early, as usual. We tried to rouse Mom and Dad, as usual. We failed, as usual. We did this repeatedly, of course. Then we decided to go ahead and open one present before breakfast. We once again tried to awaken Mom and Dad. We failed. We padded back into the living room. One more present wouldn't hurt. (We justified this.) Then two. (We convinced ourselves it would really be okay.) Then, well, three.
You can guess what happened next. Only it was worse than that. Not only did we open all of our presents--we opened everyone else's. Every single package under the tree. Wrapping paper everywhere--cards lost in the rubble. Yup. We were in big trouble. Grounded. No gifts. No TV. No fun at all.
The following Christmas morning, Sandee and I awoke early. We tried to rouse Mom & Dad and failed. We padded into the living room. To our horror--not a single present was under the tree. Not. One.
Mom & Dad said nothing as they fixed breakfast. (That might not be true--they probably lectured us). Then, as the morning progressed, the mood changed. They told us to look closely at the ornaments. That was when we noticed the strings. And the little notes.
Our amazing parents had hidden our presents all around the house--with strings attached--and clues. Colorfully wrapped gifts were behind the couch, under tables and chairs, even in the fireplace. It took us the entire day to learn some big lessons: Appreciation. Patience. The importance of letting parents sleep in, especially on Christmas morning.
Thank you, Mom and Dad, for all your teachable moments. Thank you for all your love. Thank you with all my heart. You both mean the world to me.
Brindy
I remember Grandma and Grandpa telling this story about their beloved brindle boxer, Brindy. I understand she joined the family in June 1953, when they moved to Downey, CA. I hope I have the details right...
While the White family was at school and work, Brindy would jump the back yard fence to play with the neighborhood children. Then she would return to the front porch to greet everyone when they returned home. After being scolded for this, she learned to greet them in the back yard instead.
They were none the wiser until one day when she was inside with the family all day. The neighborhood children came knocking on their door, asking, "Can Brindy come out and play?"
Les tried to catch her in the act by pretending to leave and then sneaking over to a hole in the fence to spy on her. What he saw in the hole was a large eye, looking back at him!