Barbara G. Kendall
May 19, 1932 ~ September 16, 2014
Resided in:
Asheville, NC
Barbara G. Kendall of Asheville, age 82, died September 16, 2014 from complications of cancer at the John Keever Solace Center in Asheville, North Carolina.
Montreal born, she grew up in Toronto and lived most of her life in Short Hills, NJ. She graduated from Havergal College School and Kean University. She was an accredited medical records technician and a former supervisor of medical records at Saint Barnabas Medical Center. For 25 years, she operated a medical transcription business.
She was very active in her Episcopal Church, Christ Church, in Short Hills. She was an assistant director of the Christ Church Altar Guild, a leader in the church's Journeys reading program and editor of the church's newsletter. Barbara was involved in many volunteer efforts over the years for the Junior League of the Oranges and Short Hills, New Jersey Symphony Women's League and more recently with New Eyes for the Needy.
She is survived by son, Peter (Ellen) of Short Hills, son, Stephen (Liz) of Winnetka, IL, and daughter, Nancy Maher (Tom) of Asheville. She will be greatly missed by her six grandchildren, Katharine, William, Stephen, Jr., Caroline, Peter and Colleen. Barbara was predeceased by her husband of 60 years, Bruce C. Kendall in 2011.
Barbara loved natural beauty, possessed a passion for arts and culture, whether through books or travel. She joyfully played the organ and embraced music of all kinds. She faced the challenges of life with grace, faith and love.
A memorial service will be held at 11:30 AM, on Friday, September 26, 2014 at The Cathedral of All Souls, 9 Swan Street, Asheville, NC. A private interment will be at a later date at Christ Church in Short Hills, NJ.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Cathedral of All Souls Special Music Programs or CarePartners Hospice Foundation at PO Box 25338, Asheville, NC 28813.
Our family would like to express their gratitude and appreciation to the caring and loving team at CarePartners Hospice.
Groce Funeral Home at Lake Julian is assisting the family.
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I love you Mom and will miss you forever. I was blessed to have you as my Mom. You taught your children so much about life and love. Even in the end, you were full of grace and beauty. Love you always, Nancy
I love you Mom and will miss you forever. I was blessed to have you as my Mom. You taught your children so much about life and love. Even in the end, you were full of grace and beauty. Love you always, Nancy
Mom you have been an incredible inspiration to me for so many years.
Since my own mother passed on 21 years ago, you have been there to
provide love, guidance and inspiration to me. You have shown us all how
beauty is right in front of us, how nature, music, travel and art can
brighten any day.
I will miss our conversations about Pope Francis, Middle East Politics and the new homes at Habitat.
We had fun driving north with Nancy and Snickers and our overnights on
the road. We shared a love of the mountains and each time I see Mount
Pisgah I will think of you.
You appreciated so many heavenly gifts which we can easily ignore each day.
I pray for your guidance and thank God for your family, especially dear Nancy.
You forged wonderful relationships with all 6 grandchildren. May they
follow your and Pop’s lead and carry the candle to love, serve and
cherish the beauty of this world.
I will always miss our final words : PTL as we ended each visit.
God bless you and thank you for the gift of your love.
Mom you have been an incredible inspiration to me for so many years.
Since my own mother passed on 21 years ago, you have been there to
provide love, guidance and inspiration to me. You have shown us all how
beauty is right in front of us, how nature, music, travel and art can
brighten any day.
I will miss our conversations about Pope Francis, Middle East Politics and the new homes at Habitat.
We had fun driving north with Nancy and Snickers and our overnights on
the road. We shared a love of the mountains and each time I see Mount
Pisgah I will think of you.
You appreciated so many heavenly gifts which we can easily ignore each day.
I pray for your guidance and thank God for your family, especially dear Nancy.
You forged wonderful relationships with all 6 grandchildren. May they
follow your and Pop’s lead and carry the candle to love, serve and
cherish the beauty of this world.
I will always miss our final words : PTL as we ended each visit.
God bless you and thank you for the gift of your love.
We will keep you in our prayers, Barbara-may you live in eternal peace and happiness with our Lord, watching over your family here until they can join you in Heaven.
Mark and Christina Chandler
We will keep you in our prayers, Barbara-may you live in eternal peace and happiness with our Lord, watching over your family here until they can join you in Heaven.
Mark and Christina Chandler
Seldom can writing accurately illustrate, illuminate, and portray life. You can write about the grandness of the ocean, of the feeling of sand falling between your toes when you run down the beach, and the smell of the salt and humidity spanning the shoreline. But, it is simply different to be there. To experience the ocean in front of you, to watch sea gulls fly overheard, and to feel the mist blowing against your face.
This instance is no different. Writing cannot simply not describe what it was like to be a part of your life. Writing can do no justice in depicting how amazing of a person you were. You were the kindest, most compassionate, strongest person I have ever met. In those sixty years of marriage, you and Grandpa explored the world together, raised a wonderful family, traveled across the United States in your modified blue station wagon, watched your children and grandchildren grow through childhood, college years, and into marriage. You cared for Grandpa through heart attacks, late night emergencies, and met each trial and tribulation with the most powerful and resolute strength I have ever seen.
I will forever cherish my trips to Short Hills during my weekends off from the police academy, where we would all sit in the bedroom together eating dinner (chicken marsala was my favorite), only to be interrupted several minutes into the television program by Grandpa’s request for a frozen Snickers bar.
In your 80s, you relocated your entire life to a completely new part of the country. Such a move is something most twenty-year-olds struggle with. Not you. I’ve never seen someone assimilate so quickly or perfectly into a community. I know how much you enjoyed the neighborhood coffee club, walking to the mail station, seeing the ducks in the pond, and waiting for the afternoon mountain rain to arrive.
Your enjoyment of the simply things in life was your most beautiful trait. Watching a squirrel search the tree for nuts, or watching butterflies flock a bush would bring enough enjoyment for the whole day. I will think of you always, and never forget what a wonderful impression you have made on my life.
Love to eternity,
Peter Maher
Seldom can writing accurately illustrate, illuminate, and portray life. You can write about the grandness of the ocean, of the feeling of sand falling between your toes when you run down the beach, and the smell of the salt and humidity spanning the shoreline. But, it is simply different to be there. To experience the ocean in front of you, to watch sea gulls fly overheard, and to feel the mist blowing against your face.
This instance is no different. Writing cannot simply not describe what it was like to be a part of your life. Writing can do no justice in depicting how amazing of a person you were. You were the kindest, most compassionate, strongest person I have ever met. In those sixty years of marriage, you and Grandpa explored the world together, raised a wonderful family, traveled across the United States in your modified blue station wagon, watched your children and grandchildren grow through childhood, college years, and into marriage. You cared for Grandpa through heart attacks, late night emergencies, and met each trial and tribulation with the most powerful and resolute strength I have ever seen.
I will forever cherish my trips to Short Hills during my weekends off from the police academy, where we would all sit in the bedroom together eating dinner (chicken marsala was my favorite), only to be interrupted several minutes into the television program by Grandpa’s request for a frozen Snickers bar.
In your 80s, you relocated your entire life to a completely new part of the country. Such a move is something most twenty-year-olds struggle with. Not you. I’ve never seen someone assimilate so quickly or perfectly into a community. I know how much you enjoyed the neighborhood coffee club, walking to the mail station, seeing the ducks in the pond, and waiting for the afternoon mountain rain to arrive.
Your enjoyment of the simply things in life was your most beautiful trait. Watching a squirrel search the tree for nuts, or watching butterflies flock a bush would bring enough enjoyment for the whole day. I will think of you always, and never forget what a wonderful impression you have made on my life.
Love to eternity,
Peter Maher