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Estelle A Bradley
June 25, 1930 ~ December 28, 2014 (age 84) 84 Years Old Light a Candle
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Message from Lisa brehaut. (Drago)
January 3, 2015 10:22 PM
Rest in peace mrs Bradley. You were a wonderful teacher who had a great influence in my life. You helped me get into the 5 th grade spelling bee and worked hard I have a strong vocabulary and credit a lot of it to you. Rest eternally knowing you made a difference. Being a teacher now I hope I can be half the teacher you were
A candle was lit by Mary Rose O'Connell
on January 3, 2015 6:31 PM
Message from Mary Rose O'Connel
January 3, 2015 6:30 PM
Dear Estelle,
As one of my mother's oldest and dearest friends, as well as being my godmother and sponsor at Confirmation, I could never forget you. You were always vibrant, and lit up any room you were in. A few years ago, you met my son, Owen. You regaled him with stories of the days at Good Counsel, which he loved. We will all miss you.
May perpetual light shine upon you, and may God grant you eternal rest. Love, Mary Rose
As one of my mother's oldest and dearest friends, as well as being my godmother and sponsor at Confirmation, I could never forget you. You were always vibrant, and lit up any room you were in. A few years ago, you met my son, Owen. You regaled him with stories of the days at Good Counsel, which he loved. We will all miss you.
May perpetual light shine upon you, and may God grant you eternal rest. Love, Mary Rose
Message from Christine, Harry, Ryan and Kevin
January 1, 2015 10:28 PM
Aunt Estelle, we have so many fond memories and funny laughs over many, many times together. We will miss your quick wit and kind heart. Your stories got us through some tough moments and illuminated some good times to make them great moments! All of us are better people for knowing you and being a part of your life. Love you always!
Message from Diane Brinkman
January 1, 2015 6:49 PM
Although we never taught together, I met Estelle through mutual teacher friends and spent many fun times at an Irish Cafe ... "Tara" in Yonkers. I also bowled with Estelle in the Teachers' League for decades.
It is fairly easy to define the essence of Estelle Bradley; not because her life was uncomplicated, but because her life was wrapped up in TRUTH. She was honest and forthright with people and always said it like it was. She minced no words; so, you always knew where you stood with her. How refreshing!
She was a listener, paid attention to details, and was capable of assessing a situation as quickly as she was astute! Never mess with her though! She was the type of person you would always want to have on your side and once you were her friend you could do no wrong. She was a kind friend and always full of complements. If someone were up to no good or acted out of ignorance, rather than to make a scene or make the rest of us feel uncomfortable Estelle was likely to respond to the injustice with her very best teacher look, usualy causing the perpertrator to evaporate in shame. If that didn't work she would respond with an "aside" to us commenting in her "stage whisper" ramped up to volume 10, and sometimes with some colorful language which then finished off the fool.
Estelle was very self-reflective and quite willing to admit her mistakes and laugh at them. It is just this wonderful humor along with her hillarious story-telling skills that endeared her to her friends the most. Two stories in particular stand out in my mind:
In a blinding snowstorm, leaving her car behind, Estelle took to the streets in the howling wind and freezing temperatures only to realize her decision was a bad one because the weather was getting to her. In her desperation she hailed down a limousine that was crawling across the bridge she was barely able to maneuver. She pulled open the door of the limo and thrust herself in the back seat. To her horror (and theirs!) she realiized that she had intruded upon the privacy of an Afican-american family in mourning for their deceased family member. I'll leave it to your imagination how the story ended.
Returning home from shopping one day, Estelle was greatly agitated by a young male driver who kept honking her from behind. After some time he pulled up in the lane next to her gesturing with his hands in an effort to communiiccate with her. Estelle, the teacher and savvy New Yorker that she was, was not really shocked by this behavior and she just chalked it up to another one of the "crazies" trying to make time with someone old enough to be his mother. She sped up to leave him in the dust; but, the chase continued and Estelle began to realize that he was actually following her. As she got close to home there was a showdown (As i said before, Estelle was no one to mess with!) Finally, the opportunity had presented itself for the man to "state his case". What he told her could possibly happen to any one of us if it hasn't already. He explained that he had been following her to tell her that she had been driving with her pocketbook on the roof of her car. Apparently, she had taken her pocketbook off her arm and had placed it on the roof of her car in her haste to put her packages in the car.
Enough said ... she will be missed terribly because she has left behind a legacy and has managed to make her mark on all our lives.
It is fairly easy to define the essence of Estelle Bradley; not because her life was uncomplicated, but because her life was wrapped up in TRUTH. She was honest and forthright with people and always said it like it was. She minced no words; so, you always knew where you stood with her. How refreshing!
She was a listener, paid attention to details, and was capable of assessing a situation as quickly as she was astute! Never mess with her though! She was the type of person you would always want to have on your side and once you were her friend you could do no wrong. She was a kind friend and always full of complements. If someone were up to no good or acted out of ignorance, rather than to make a scene or make the rest of us feel uncomfortable Estelle was likely to respond to the injustice with her very best teacher look, usualy causing the perpertrator to evaporate in shame. If that didn't work she would respond with an "aside" to us commenting in her "stage whisper" ramped up to volume 10, and sometimes with some colorful language which then finished off the fool.
Estelle was very self-reflective and quite willing to admit her mistakes and laugh at them. It is just this wonderful humor along with her hillarious story-telling skills that endeared her to her friends the most. Two stories in particular stand out in my mind:
In a blinding snowstorm, leaving her car behind, Estelle took to the streets in the howling wind and freezing temperatures only to realize her decision was a bad one because the weather was getting to her. In her desperation she hailed down a limousine that was crawling across the bridge she was barely able to maneuver. She pulled open the door of the limo and thrust herself in the back seat. To her horror (and theirs!) she realiized that she had intruded upon the privacy of an Afican-american family in mourning for their deceased family member. I'll leave it to your imagination how the story ended.
Returning home from shopping one day, Estelle was greatly agitated by a young male driver who kept honking her from behind. After some time he pulled up in the lane next to her gesturing with his hands in an effort to communiiccate with her. Estelle, the teacher and savvy New Yorker that she was, was not really shocked by this behavior and she just chalked it up to another one of the "crazies" trying to make time with someone old enough to be his mother. She sped up to leave him in the dust; but, the chase continued and Estelle began to realize that he was actually following her. As she got close to home there was a showdown (As i said before, Estelle was no one to mess with!) Finally, the opportunity had presented itself for the man to "state his case". What he told her could possibly happen to any one of us if it hasn't already. He explained that he had been following her to tell her that she had been driving with her pocketbook on the roof of her car. Apparently, she had taken her pocketbook off her arm and had placed it on the roof of her car in her haste to put her packages in the car.
Enough said ... she will be missed terribly because she has left behind a legacy and has managed to make her mark on all our lives.
Message from Dave & Anne Russell
January 1, 2015 1:00 PM
Barb & family,
We always had a great time with you and Estelle playing Michigan Rummy for all that big money (pennies) and of course we would alway have to have a drink. It was always fun.
We always had a great time with you and Estelle playing Michigan Rummy for all that big money (pennies) and of course we would alway have to have a drink. It was always fun.
Message from Carol McLoughlin
December 31, 2014 4:47 PM
Dear Estelle and Estelle's family,
I only had the pleasure of Estelle's company for a short time each week at bowling for the past two years since I joined the league. Diane Brinkman had often told me about Estelle and their escapades over the years. What I experienced for myself in this short time is depicted by the beautiful picture that is on this website...a smiling woman who always had a way of finding the joy!! I am happy to have known her.
I only had the pleasure of Estelle's company for a short time each week at bowling for the past two years since I joined the league. Diane Brinkman had often told me about Estelle and their escapades over the years. What I experienced for myself in this short time is depicted by the beautiful picture that is on this website...a smiling woman who always had a way of finding the joy!! I am happy to have known her.
Message from Kathleen, John, Jack and Kate
December 29, 2014 8:01 PM
Dearest Aunt Estelle, your life was full, your heart and soul full of generosity and your wit is unmatched! We will miss you and we love you!! You will live in our hearts and memories forever! Thank you for sharing your life and love with us!! We love you! Xoxo
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