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Friends may visit with the family from 2-6 PM on Sunday, August 21, 2016 at the Vander May Wayne Colonial Funeral Home, 567 Ratzer Road, Wayne.
A 10 AM Funeral Service will be held at the funeral home on Monday, August 22, 2016.
Interment will be in George Washington Memorial Park, Paramus.
Hedy Doran ( Haselman ) age 95 of Hawthorne passed peacefully on Monday, August 15, 2016 at the Christian Health Care Center in Wyckoff.
She was born in the family home on Luddington Avenue in Clifton to Eugene and Mary Haselman. Hedy’s father had a small grocery store in Clifton and later in Paterson, and as with many family businesses, she was put to work at the young age of seven. She was raised in Clifton and as a little girl used to roller skate on what is now Route 46. She attended Clifton High School with the Class of 1939. When she was just seventeen years old she married the love of her life George Doran. They met through their siblings, John Doran and Louise Haselman, and were married on January 28, 1939. Hedy and George never had an official honeymoon but went to see the newly released Gone with the Wind in the early days of their marriage. Even in their autumn years together George would say: “isn’t she beautiful,” “I was so blessed,” “God gave her to me,” “my bride forever.” They shared a deep love for each other and were always holding hands and kissing. Hedy and George were married for seventy-three years before his passing on March 3, 2012.
Hedy loved to love people. She had a huge space in her heart for children. She was famous for making the neighborhood kids Spaghetti-O’s. Nana and Pop were very proud of their grandchildren and were fixtures at just about every performance, school event, ceremony and party. During her grandchildren’s teenage years, their friends all called her Nana.
Her door was always open to family and friends alike. If you were going through a tough time she would invite you to stay with her, and as if that wasn’t enough help, she would cook, clean, and even help with your laundry. If you didn’t come to her she would come to you. She often helped homebound relatives and others with their food shopping, laundry, and with just about anything else she could think to do for them. She did it all with a happy heart and expected nothing in return. She will also be remembered as a fabulous cook. Her off the top of her head recipes for roast beef, pork chops with sauerkraut, pies, cheesecake, and yum-yum cakes will be greatly missed. Many fond memories were made at the traditional Fourth of July Barbeque Nana and Pop would have at the house atop the hill in Hawthorne. The barbeque would be followed with a birds-eye view of fireworks from many surrounding towns and all the way to the New York City.
She was the loving mother of Joan Kuehm and her late husband Bruce of Estero, FL, Joy Van Blarcom and her husband Demarest III of Pompton Lakes; cherished grandmother of Gayle Byrne and her husband Joseph, June Kuehm-Jalbert and her husband Patrick, Joy Urdang and her husband Adam, and Meri Gupko and her husband Robert and great-grandmother of Jessica Chapwick, late Brandi Yuroshek, Hope Urdang, late Jolene Jalbert, Matthew Gupko and Juliette Jalbert. Hedy was the last surviving sibling of the thirteen children born to Eugene and Mary Haselman.
Nana's Eulogy
Thinking about Nana, three things come to mind: her love for her family, her generous heart, and her servant’s spirit which gave her a desire to care for everyone. These cornerstones of who Nana was all stemmed from one thing; her faith in and love for Jesus. Her living out her faith in love both to us and those around her, in so many ways, has shaped us into the people we are today. To know Nana was to love her. She was one of the most genuine people anyone could know.
From the beginning, Nana was our second mother. She was always there; you knew if you were involved in something, needed something or wanted to spend time with her, she would be there.
When we were young, and our parents were ill, Nana was there. She took care of our parents and us. As we grew, Nana was there. She took care of us, got us to and from school whenever needed, sat through countless plays, performances, recitals, ceremonies and so much more. She was immensely proud of all her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren and supported us through the ups and downs of life like none other.
Nana never just did something; she did it with her whole heart. Nothing was too small to be important. She would fill the kiddie pool with warm tap water, bucket by bucket, so the pool water wouldn’t be too cold for us. She fawned over mud pies and fresh picked daisies the way some women do over expensive jewelry, and she meant it, our treasures were her treasures. And in terms of treasures, it was never the value just sometimes the memory. The framed snoopy picture was given to her by Joy in elementary school after a school holiday sale. Nana didn’t actually like the picture and offered to give it back to Joy because she had spent her own money on it. It was then that Joy honestly told Nana that she gave it to her because she didn’t like it herself. Nana laughed then and for many years as she had that picture hanging on the wall and shared that story, it was the kind of memory that she enjoyed.
Nana loved children, and not just us her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Their middle room, as we called it, was a playroom filled with toys, dolls, movies and games for anyone that went there. They wanted everyone to be at home and have fun. That also meant Nana would join you in whatever it was that you wanted to play. She played baby dolls and sipped tea at tea parties; she colored with us, read to us, and even rode the play tractors alongside us. It was always a treat when she would play store with us in their downstairs food pantry.
Jessica spent much of her first few years of life in the loving care of Nana and Pop while her Mom worked. When Hope came along, she did the same. It was a gift for her to watch them almost as much as it was to the girls themselves. And her dedication to the girls was a blessing to both of their moms. Nana loved everyone’s children and looked after many from neighbors to nieces and nephews to friends. Some even lived with her and Pop for an extended period. She delighted in each and every child and loved them like her own.
Adam and Joy were so blessed that Nana and Pop were able to watch Hope when she was little while they worked. Adam recalls during the winter, both Nana and Pop getting up at 4 or 5 am to shovel their driveway so it was clear by the time Adam got there in the morning to drop off Hope. Joy & Adam had hired someone to go plow the driveway, but by the time he got there Nana and Pop generally had it done.
Another time Adam went to their house right from work to pick-up Hope, when he got there, Nana wanted to know if he had eaten dinner. Of course, she proceeded to feed him because she knew Joy was working late. That was how she was. Always looking to take care of you, never mind the fact that she had been watching a two or three-year-old all day long and was 83 years old at the time! Never mind the fact that she had to clean up the toys or vacuum the house after they left. It was really just a part of her nature. A nuclear bomb could have gone off, but as long as there was food in her refrigerator or freezer, she would find a way feed you! Even if it was just half of the half gallon of ice cream!
As each of her grandchildren met someone they desired to share life with, she greeted them and welcomed them with open arms. For her there was no “in-law”; they were hers and treated with as much love as anyone. In fact, very early on when Bob and I were dating he needed a place to live for a little while and, without hesitation, Nana offered for him to move in with them.
Nana didn’t just show up at the standard events, she made time for us all of the time. We spent time during many wonderful summers with her and Pop. We would walk through the trails at the Wyckoff Wildlife Sanctuary, visit Van Saun Park, play in the yard, go to Action Park to play while Gayle and June worked there, and so much more.
Growing up, our friends began to know Nana and love her as well. Nana and Pop were at every party Mom and Dad hosted for us and our friends in high school and college, and that was often monthly. Many of our friends still call her Nana.
As we got older, we could spend time sitting with her and Pop over a weekday lunch or dinner and sharing our lives. For the first two years after college, Joy worked nearby and went there almost every weekday. Nana would have lunch ready for her to share with her, Pop and Jessica. I went every Tuesday during law school and there was a meal waiting for my arrival, also to enjoy with her, Pop and Jessica. It was special time then and a cherished time now. They knew us well, desired to remain connected, and always kept their door open for us to visit anytime we wanted.
The annual family trips to Lancaster were a highlight for Nana, Pop, Mom, Dad, Joy, and me; then along the years for Adam, Bob, Hope and Matthew too. Matthew didn’t get many trips but he still remembers them being there. Nana and Pop were not travelers and Lancaster was a home away from home, though most of all they always looked forward to the weekends of family time.
Our requests for her to do things with us sometimes took her to places she’d never been; still, she happily said yes. I remember her and Pop telling people about how they went with Joy and me to their first concert when they were well into their seventies (for which they drove 5 hours with us) and attended their first political rally, which obviously was at my request. Nana easily could have said no, but she didn’t, she was there.
Nana was brave. She would not hesitate to fight for what was right. She was strong both physically and in will. If you told her she couldn’t do something, you can bet she’d do it. Maybe it was a product of being the one of the younger of her 12 other siblings, or that she wouldn’t let her brothers one up her, but she could do anything. She could handle a car with a blown out tire while driving on the highway. She would move all of her furniture weekly as she cleaned her house well into her advanced age. And let’s face it, she took us for our driving exams and allowed us to use her car so she was clearly fearless.
For years, Nana served. And she served in the places where no one would look. She saw a need and met it. She never made a fuss or wanted people to know what she was doing; it was only about serving those around her however she could. Nana served her community on the PTA, she opened her home to the church youth group, and for many years at Bethlehem Lutheran church she faithfully set up communion and pressed the linens. She helped anyone in need – family, friends and even acquaintances. Besides taking care of children, Nana shopped for homebound relatives and others who for whatever reason could not get to the grocery store; she drove people to and from church on a regular basis when they could not on their own so that they would not miss a service.
Nana never complained, if she had a difficult situation to face, she faced it; if something created more work for her, she did the additional work. She broke her foot and just kept going. In summers when the four cousins slept over on the back porch, okay not actually sleeping more like chatting and wanting to come inside before the night was over. Nana didn’t complain, she just made the beds and let us move inside.
Nana was a great cook, but it wasn’t just because her food was delicious, it was about the love that she shared with every meal, dessert or candy she would provide you. You could not leave Nana’s house without eating something and if she came to you there would be some food in hand. Her food was plentiful and everyone was always welcome to her house, many times she would say just bring whoever along with us. Growing up we had a lot of Sunday dinners at her house and that time is something we cherish even now as adults. It was not about food, it was the being together that really mattered to her and us. For holidays, she would do all she could to make it special, from the lights and decorations that she would have Pop hang up to the baked treats, pies – apple, pumpkin, French apple, cheesecake, Yum Yum cake; she had something for everyone and no one was left out. In fact, you were more likely to have some to take home.
Adam recalled one of the first times he went to her house she cooked dinner and dessert. She kept asking him if he liked it because in her eyes he didn't eat much, despite two full plates of food, and then passed him the bowl of food to have more; then came freshly baked pies. Adam said he ate more at her house than at Miller's Smorgasbord in PA! I think we all may have!
She taught us all to cook and bake. She trusted us in the kitchen with her and more importantly she wanted to share time and her knowledge with us.
Nana could cook pretty much anything, but sometimes it wasn’t about the food she cooked because it was what her family or the neighborhood kids would want. That meant Spaghetti-Os or pork and beans with hot dogs or whatever she could prepare to satisfy their requests. And if a meal didn’t end with ice cream, it was jelly Krimpets or something else to give you a special finish.
Even when Nana was at Sunrise, Mom made sure she had treats to share with everyone because it was so important to her. I remember when Matthew was diagnosed with food allergies and he had to turn down her treats, it upset Nana not to have something for him. Mom fixed that so that she had something for him from then on.
Nana didn’t have the accolades that the world looks to for success, but she could not have been more successful. She poured her heart into everyone she could, showed them what it looked like to live like Jesus serving others without crowds, and lived a life of love for Pop, her family and others. Love was who she was and how she lived.
Nana thank you for always being there, thank you for showing us how to love others through service and food, thank you for your deep love for us, and living a life that set a model we can only strive to achieve. We love you, and will miss you!
In lieu of flowers memorial donations to the Children’s Specialized Hospital, 150 New Providence Road, Mountainside, NJ 07092 would be appreciated.
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Friends may visit with the family from 2-6 PM on Sunday, August 21, 2016 at the Vander May Wayne Colonial Funeral Home, 567 Ratzer Road, Wayne.
A 10 AM Funeral Service will be held at the funeral home on Monday, August 22, 2016.
Interment will be in George Washington Memorial Park, Paramus.
Services
Friends may visit with the family from 2-6 PM on Sunday, August 21, 2016 at the Vander May Wayne Colonial Funeral Home, 567 Ratzer Road, Wayne.
A 10 AM Funeral Service will be held at the funeral home on Monday, August 22, 2016.
Interment will be in George Washington Memorial Park, Paramus.
Hedy Doran ( Haselman ) age 95 of Hawthorne passed peacefully on Monday, August 15, 2016 at the Christian Health Care Center in Wyckoff.
She was born in the family home on Luddington Avenue in Clifton to Eugene and Mary Haselman. Hedy’s father had a small grocery store in Clifton and later in Paterson, and as with many family businesses, she was put to work at the young age of seven. She was raised in Clifton and as a little girl used to roller skate on what is now Route 46. She attended Clifton High School with the Class of 1939. When she was just seventeen years old she married the love of her life George Doran. They met through their siblings, John Doran and Louise Haselman, and were married on January 28, 1939. Hedy and George never had an official honeymoon but went to see the newly released Gone with the Wind in the early days of their marriage. Even in their autumn years together George would say: “isn’t she beautiful,” “I was so blessed,” “God gave her to me,” “my bride forever.” They shared a deep love for each other and were always holding hands and kissing. Hedy and George were married for seventy-three years before his passing on March 3, 2012.
Hedy loved to love people. She had a huge space in her heart for children. She was famous for making the neighborhood kids Spaghetti-O’s. Nana and Pop were very proud of their grandchildren and were fixtures at just about every performance, school event, ceremony and party. During her grandchildren’s teenage years, their friends all called her Nana.
Her door was always open to family and friends alike. If you were going through a tough time she would invite you to stay with her, and as if that wasn’t enough help, she would cook, clean, and even help with your laundry. If you didn’t come to her she would come to you. She often helped homebound relatives and others with their food shopping, laundry, and with just about anything else she could think to do for them. She did it all with a happy heart and expected nothing in return. She will also be remembered as a fabulous cook. Her off the top of her head recipes for roast beef, pork chops with sauerkraut, pies, cheesecake, and yum-yum cakes will be greatly missed. Many fond memories were made at the traditional Fourth of July Barbeque Nana and Pop would have at the house atop the hill in Hawthorne. The barbeque would be followed with a birds-eye view of fireworks from many surrounding towns and all the way to the New York City.
She was the loving mother of Joan Kuehm and her late husband Bruce of Estero, FL, Joy Van Blarcom and her husband Demarest III of Pompton Lakes; cherished grandmother of Gayle Byrne and her husband Joseph, June Kuehm-Jalbert and her husband Patrick, Joy Urdang and her husband Adam, and Meri Gupko and her husband Robert and great-grandmother of Jessica Chapwick, late Brandi Yuroshek, Hope Urdang, late Jolene Jalbert, Matthew Gupko and Juliette Jalbert. Hedy was the last surviving sibling of the thirteen children born to Eugene and Mary Haselman.
Nana's Eulogy
Thinking about Nana, three things come to mind: her love for her family, her generous heart, and her servant’s spirit which gave her a desire to care for everyone. These cornerstones of who Nana was all stemmed from one thing; her faith in and love for Jesus. Her living out her faith in love both to us and those around her, in so many ways, has shaped us into the people we are today. To know Nana was to love her. She was one of the most genuine people anyone could know.
From the beginning, Nana was our second mother. She was always there; you knew if you were involved in something, needed something or wanted to spend time with her, she would be there.
When we were young, and our parents were ill, Nana was there. She took care of our parents and us. As we grew, Nana was there. She took care of us, got us to and from school whenever needed, sat through countless plays, performances, recitals, ceremonies and so much more. She was immensely proud of all her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren and supported us through the ups and downs of life like none other.
Nana never just did something; she did it with her whole heart. Nothing was too small to be important. She would fill the kiddie pool with warm tap water, bucket by bucket, so the pool water wouldn’t be too cold for us. She fawned over mud pies and fresh picked daisies the way some women do over expensive jewelry, and she meant it, our treasures were her treasures. And in terms of treasures, it was never the value just sometimes the memory. The framed snoopy picture was given to her by Joy in elementary school after a school holiday sale. Nana didn’t actually like the picture and offered to give it back to Joy because she had spent her own money on it. It was then that Joy honestly told Nana that she gave it to her because she didn’t like it herself. Nana laughed then and for many years as she had that picture hanging on the wall and shared that story, it was the kind of memory that she enjoyed.
Nana loved children, and not just us her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Their middle room, as we called it, was a playroom filled with toys, dolls, movies and games for anyone that went there. They wanted everyone to be at home and have fun. That also meant Nana would join you in whatever it was that you wanted to play. She played baby dolls and sipped tea at tea parties; she colored with us, read to us, and even rode the play tractors alongside us. It was always a treat when she would play store with us in their downstairs food pantry.
Jessica spent much of her first few years of life in the loving care of Nana and Pop while her Mom worked. When Hope came along, she did the same. It was a gift for her to watch them almost as much as it was to the girls themselves. And her dedication to the girls was a blessing to both of their moms. Nana loved everyone’s children and looked after many from neighbors to nieces and nephews to friends. Some even lived with her and Pop for an extended period. She delighted in each and every child and loved them like her own.
Adam and Joy were so blessed that Nana and Pop were able to watch Hope when she was little while they worked. Adam recalls during the winter, both Nana and Pop getting up at 4 or 5 am to shovel their driveway so it was clear by the time Adam got there in the morning to drop off Hope. Joy & Adam had hired someone to go plow the driveway, but by the time he got there Nana and Pop generally had it done.
Another time Adam went to their house right from work to pick-up Hope, when he got there, Nana wanted to know if he had eaten dinner. Of course, she proceeded to feed him because she knew Joy was working late. That was how she was. Always looking to take care of you, never mind the fact that she had been watching a two or three-year-old all day long and was 83 years old at the time! Never mind the fact that she had to clean up the toys or vacuum the house after they left. It was really just a part of her nature. A nuclear bomb could have gone off, but as long as there was food in her refrigerator or freezer, she would find a way feed you! Even if it was just half of the half gallon of ice cream!
As each of her grandchildren met someone they desired to share life with, she greeted them and welcomed them with open arms. For her there was no “in-law”; they were hers and treated with as much love as anyone. In fact, very early on when Bob and I were dating he needed a place to live for a little while and, without hesitation, Nana offered for him to move in with them.
Nana didn’t just show up at the standard events, she made time for us all of the time. We spent time during many wonderful summers with her and Pop. We would walk through the trails at the Wyckoff Wildlife Sanctuary, visit Van Saun Park, play in the yard, go to Action Park to play while Gayle and June worked there, and so much more.
Growing up, our friends began to know Nana and love her as well. Nana and Pop were at every party Mom and Dad hosted for us and our friends in high school and college, and that was often monthly. Many of our friends still call her Nana.
As we got older, we could spend time sitting with her and Pop over a weekday lunch or dinner and sharing our lives. For the first two years after college, Joy worked nearby and went there almost every weekday. Nana would have lunch ready for her to share with her, Pop and Jessica. I went every Tuesday during law school and there was a meal waiting for my arrival, also to enjoy with her, Pop and Jessica. It was special time then and a cherished time now. They knew us well, desired to remain connected, and always kept their door open for us to visit anytime we wanted.
The annual family trips to Lancaster were a highlight for Nana, Pop, Mom, Dad, Joy, and me; then along the years for Adam, Bob, Hope and Matthew too. Matthew didn’t get many trips but he still remembers them being there. Nana and Pop were not travelers and Lancaster was a home away from home, though most of all they always looked forward to the weekends of family time.
Our requests for her to do things with us sometimes took her to places she’d never been; still, she happily said yes. I remember her and Pop telling people about how they went with Joy and me to their first concert when they were well into their seventies (for which they drove 5 hours with us) and attended their first political rally, which obviously was at my request. Nana easily could have said no, but she didn’t, she was there.
Nana was brave. She would not hesitate to fight for what was right. She was strong both physically and in will. If you told her she couldn’t do something, you can bet she’d do it. Maybe it was a product of being the one of the younger of her 12 other siblings, or that she wouldn’t let her brothers one up her, but she could do anything. She could handle a car with a blown out tire while driving on the highway. She would move all of her furniture weekly as she cleaned her house well into her advanced age. And let’s face it, she took us for our driving exams and allowed us to use her car so she was clearly fearless.
For years, Nana served. And she served in the places where no one would look. She saw a need and met it. She never made a fuss or wanted people to know what she was doing; it was only about serving those around her however she could. Nana served her community on the PTA, she opened her home to the church youth group, and for many years at Bethlehem Lutheran church she faithfully set up communion and pressed the linens. She helped anyone in need – family, friends and even acquaintances. Besides taking care of children, Nana shopped for homebound relatives and others who for whatever reason could not get to the grocery store; she drove people to and from church on a regular basis when they could not on their own so that they would not miss a service.
Nana never complained, if she had a difficult situation to face, she faced it; if something created more work for her, she did the additional work. She broke her foot and just kept going. In summers when the four cousins slept over on the back porch, okay not actually sleeping more like chatting and wanting to come inside before the night was over. Nana didn’t complain, she just made the beds and let us move inside.
Nana was a great cook, but it wasn’t just because her food was delicious, it was about the love that she shared with every meal, dessert or candy she would provide you. You could not leave Nana’s house without eating something and if she came to you there would be some food in hand. Her food was plentiful and everyone was always welcome to her house, many times she would say just bring whoever along with us. Growing up we had a lot of Sunday dinners at her house and that time is something we cherish even now as adults. It was not about food, it was the being together that really mattered to her and us. For holidays, she would do all she could to make it special, from the lights and decorations that she would have Pop hang up to the baked treats, pies – apple, pumpkin, French apple, cheesecake, Yum Yum cake; she had something for everyone and no one was left out. In fact, you were more likely to have some to take home.
Adam recalled one of the first times he went to her house she cooked dinner and dessert. She kept asking him if he liked it because in her eyes he didn't eat much, despite two full plates of food, and then passed him the bowl of food to have more; then came freshly baked pies. Adam said he ate more at her house than at Miller's Smorgasbord in PA! I think we all may have!
She taught us all to cook and bake. She trusted us in the kitchen with her and more importantly she wanted to share time and her knowledge with us.
Nana could cook pretty much anything, but sometimes it wasn’t about the food she cooked because it was what her family or the neighborhood kids would want. That meant Spaghetti-Os or pork and beans with hot dogs or whatever she could prepare to satisfy their requests. And if a meal didn’t end with ice cream, it was jelly Krimpets or something else to give you a special finish.
Even when Nana was at Sunrise, Mom made sure she had treats to share with everyone because it was so important to her. I remember when Matthew was diagnosed with food allergies and he had to turn down her treats, it upset Nana not to have something for him. Mom fixed that so that she had something for him from then on.
Nana didn’t have the accolades that the world looks to for success, but she could not have been more successful. She poured her heart into everyone she could, showed them what it looked like to live like Jesus serving others without crowds, and lived a life of love for Pop, her family and others. Love was who she was and how she lived.
Nana thank you for always being there, thank you for showing us how to love others through service and food, thank you for your deep love for us, and living a life that set a model we can only strive to achieve. We love you, and will miss you!
In lieu of flowers memorial donations to the Children’s Specialized Hospital, 150 New Providence Road, Mountainside, NJ 07092 would be appreciated.
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