FEY 1924-2015 Helen L. ( nee Engelkraut) age 90, on Feb. 28, 2015 of Newtown Square, PA. Helen spent many years in Administration for the Marple-Newtown School Board. Helen Louise Fey died peacefully in her long time home in Newtown Square on Saturday, February 28, 2015. Helen was proud to have celebrated her 90th BirthdayContinue Reading
Carl Breithaupt
left a message on March 7, 2015:
The Feys lived 3 doors down from my families home on Tyson Rd and their oldest son Bob and I were each others first best friends. We did all sorts of Father / Son type of stuff together and a lot of joint family backyard BBQs in those days. Mrs. Fey was as much a Mom to me as my Mom to Bob. I've had some time to reflect since Bob called me with the news of her passing and the earliest most vivid memories of my "Aunt Helen" were ages 3-5 over the Fey house where Bob and I would rip it up with their Boxer among other things and one time playing hide and seek in the house, I climbed inside the Feys front loader clothes Dryer, during which Mrs Fey came down and took a load of wash up through the outside basement well door and up outside to hang on the clothes pole. I was literally frozen, then relieved thinking I escaped an unknown something not good, but that was short lived. She was back down and before I knew that dryer door open and she's shoving damp clothes in there, so it was time to tell her I was in there. I gave her quite a startle, but followed by what I came to know throughout my life of a hearty laugh and something like "Oh Carl, what do you think you are doing?" You just instantly loved her. She accepted you for who you were and was never not connected with you where she wouldn't comment to you and in her way let you know she liked you and gave you that sense that you were welcome in her life. Throughout my fifty six years on this earth, every time I saw my Aunt Helen, it was always greeted with the same welcome, the same smile and laugh that instantly was familiar and re-endeared me with the sense you were part of her home. She always wanted to know what you were up to. She always had something truthful to say, so you knew she got what you delivered in a story or conveying anything. She was interested and it was welcome. She knew my Mom and Dad and she and my Uncle Bob were like having another set of parents 3 doors down. I rarely visited my own without stopping in to say hi. So I lost one of my Moms this week and I am so grateful to my dear friend, her son Bob who was there for her on a daily basis as was her son Roger a phone call away or if he needed to come over. They both did an admirable job of looking after her after their Dad passed 15 years ago. She never took that for granted and never hid the joy she got from the company of her sons, grandsons, family and close friends. She maintained that vitality of her persona in her late eighties that was so much of the women I first got to know in her late thirties to early forties that I never really felt she had changed all that much and that's how I'll always remember her. I'll draw comfort from my belief she is carrying that very same trait into the next life. God bless her soul.
Carl Breithaupt
left a message on March 7, 2015:
The Feys lived 3 doors down from my families home on Tyson Rd and their oldest son Bob and I were each others first best friends. We did all sorts of Father / Son type of stuff together and a lot of joint family backyard BBQs in those days. Mrs. Fey was as much a Mom to me as my Mom to Bob. I've had some time to reflect since Bob called me with the news of her passing and the earliest most vivid memories of my "Aunt Helen" were ages 3-5 over the Fey house where Bob and I would rip it up with their Boxer among other things and one time playing hide and seek in the house, I climbed inside the Feys front loader clothes Dryer, during which Mrs Fey came down and took a load of wash up through the outside basement well door and up outside to hang on the clothes pole. I was literally frozen, then relieved thinking I escaped an unknown something not good, but that was short lived. She was back down and before I knew that dryer door open and she's shoving damp clothes in there, so it was time to tell her I was in there. I gave her quite a startle, but followed by what I came to know throughout my life of a hearty laugh and something like "Oh Carl, what do you think you are doing?" You just instantly loved her. She accepted you for who you were and was never not connected with you where she wouldn't comment to you and in her way let you know she liked you and gave you that sense that you were welcome in her life. Throughout my fifty six years on this earth, every time I saw my Aunt Helen, it was always greeted with the same welcome, the same smile and laugh that instantly was familiar and re-endeared me with the sense you were part of her home. She always wanted to know what you were up to. She always had something truthful to say, so you knew she got what you delivered in a story or conveying anything. She was interested and it was welcome. She knew my Mom and Dad and she and my Uncle Bob were like having another set of parents 3 doors down. I rarely visited my own without stopping in to say hi. So I lost one of my Moms this week and I am so grateful to my dear friend, her son Bob who was there for her on a daily basis as was her son Roger a phone call away or if he needed to come over. They both did an admirable job of looking after her after their Dad passed 15 years ago. She never took that for granted and never hid the joy she got from the company of her sons, grandsons, family and close friends. She maintained that vitality of her persona in her late eighties that was so much of the women I first got to know in her late thirties to early forties that I never really felt she had changed all that much and that's how I'll always remember her. I'll draw comfort from my belief she is carrying that very same trait into the next life. God bless her soul.
Tricia Kosinski
left a message on March 5, 2015:
Thank you for opening your heart and home to me.
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Carl Breithaupt
left a message on March 7, 2015:
The Feys lived 3 doors down from my families home on Tyson Rd and their oldest son Bob and I were each others first best friends. We did all sorts of Father / Son type of stuff together and a lot of joint family backyard BBQs in those days. Mrs. Fey was as much a Mom to me as my Mom to Bob. I've had some time to reflect since Bob called me with the news of her passing and the earliest most vivid memories of my "Aunt Helen" were ages 3-5 over the Fey house where Bob and I would rip it up with their Boxer among other things and one time playing hide and seek in the house, I climbed inside the Feys front loader clothes Dryer, during which Mrs Fey came down and took a load of wash up through the outside basement well door and up outside to hang on the clothes pole. I was literally frozen, then relieved thinking I escaped an unknown something not good, but that was short lived. She was back down and before I knew that dryer door open and she's shoving damp clothes in there, so it was time to tell her I was in there. I gave her quite a startle, but followed by what I came to know throughout my life of a hearty laugh and something like "Oh Carl, what do you think you are doing?" You just instantly loved her. She accepted you for who you were and was never not connected with you where she wouldn't comment to you and in her way let you know she liked you and gave you that sense that you were welcome in her life. Throughout my fifty six years on this earth, every time I saw my Aunt Helen, it was always greeted with the same welcome, the same smile and laugh that instantly was familiar and re-endeared me with the sense you were part of her home. She always wanted to know what you were up to. She always had something truthful to say, so you knew she got what you delivered in a story or conveying anything. She was interested and it was welcome. She knew my Mom and Dad and she and my Uncle Bob were like having another set of parents 3 doors down. I rarely visited my own without stopping in to say hi. So I lost one of my Moms this week and I am so grateful to my dear friend, her son Bob who was there for her on a daily basis as was her son Roger a phone call away or if he needed to come over. They both did an admirable job of looking after her after their Dad passed 15 years ago. She never took that for granted and never hid the joy she got from the company of her sons, grandsons, family and close friends. She maintained that vitality of her persona in her late eighties that was so much of the women I first got to know in her late thirties to early forties that I never really felt she had changed all that much and that's how I'll always remember her. I'll draw comfort from my belief she is carrying that very same trait into the next life. God bless her soul.
Carl Breithaupt
left a message on March 7, 2015:
The Feys lived 3 doors down from my families home on Tyson Rd and their oldest son Bob and I were each others first best friends. We did all sorts of Father / Son type of stuff together and a lot of joint family backyard BBQs in those days. Mrs. Fey was as much a Mom to me as my Mom to Bob. I've had some time to reflect since Bob called me with the news of her passing and the earliest most vivid memories of my "Aunt Helen" were ages 3-5 over the Fey house where Bob and I would rip it up with their Boxer among other things and one time playing hide and seek in the house, I climbed inside the Feys front loader clothes Dryer, during which Mrs Fey came down and took a load of wash up through the outside basement well door and up outside to hang on the clothes pole. I was literally frozen, then relieved thinking I escaped an unknown something not good, but that was short lived. She was back down and before I knew that dryer door open and she's shoving damp clothes in there, so it was time to tell her I was in there. I gave her quite a startle, but followed by what I came to know throughout my life of a hearty laugh and something like "Oh Carl, what do you think you are doing?" You just instantly loved her. She accepted you for who you were and was never not connected with you where she wouldn't comment to you and in her way let you know she liked you and gave you that sense that you were welcome in her life. Throughout my fifty six years on this earth, every time I saw my Aunt Helen, it was always greeted with the same welcome, the same smile and laugh that instantly was familiar and re-endeared me with the sense you were part of her home. She always wanted to know what you were up to. She always had something truthful to say, so you knew she got what you delivered in a story or conveying anything. She was interested and it was welcome. She knew my Mom and Dad and she and my Uncle Bob were like having another set of parents 3 doors down. I rarely visited my own without stopping in to say hi. So I lost one of my Moms this week and I am so grateful to my dear friend, her son Bob who was there for her on a daily basis as was her son Roger a phone call away or if he needed to come over. They both did an admirable job of looking after her after their Dad passed 15 years ago. She never took that for granted and never hid the joy she got from the company of her sons, grandsons, family and close friends. She maintained that vitality of her persona in her late eighties that was so much of the women I first got to know in her late thirties to early forties that I never really felt she had changed all that much and that's how I'll always remember her. I'll draw comfort from my belief she is carrying that very same trait into the next life. God bless her soul.
Tricia Kosinski
left a message on March 5, 2015:
Thank you for opening your heart and home to me.
