Wil­liam Jerome

The Day - - OBITUARIES -

Ston­ing­ton — Wil­liam Barker Jerome, 94, died Mon­day, Aug. 28, 2017, at his home.

He is pre­de­ceased by his wife, Betty Han­non Jerome, who died in 2012.

His fam­ily will greet rel­a­tives and friends from 2 to 4 p.m. Satur­day, Sept. 9, at the Dinoto Funeral Home, 17 Pearl St., his­toric down­town Mys­tic.

A com­plete obituary will be pub­lished in a later edi­tion of The Day.

A trib­ute straight from the hearts of a lov­ing fam­ily

Led­yard — Af­ter an in­cred­i­ble 85-year jour­ney, Glenn Neal Arthur Jr. passed away at home in Gales Ferry with his lov­ing and beloved wife, Barbara Grif­fith Arthur, by his side on Satur­day, Aug. 26, 2017. He was born on May 22, 1932, in Wash­ing­ton, Pa., to Glenn and Freda (Chivers) Arthur.

Grow­ing up in ru­ral Penn­syl­va­nia, Glenn, who went by “Punky” in the halls of Chartiers-Houston Town­ship High School, was a star foot­ball, bas­ket­ball and base­ball player. He grad­u­ated from the U.S. Naval Academy on June 3, 1955, and mar­ried his child­hood sweet­heart, Dorothy “Dot” Car­roll Arthur, the same day. He en­joyed telling peo­ple that he was a bach­e­lor for only two hours!

Glenn spent many happy hours in the Car­roll home while grow­ing up. He con­sid­ered him­self a mem­ber of the huge, ex­tended Car­roll fam­ily. Dot’s par­ents, John and Nora, were truly his sec­ond set of par­ents. Dot’s sib­lings, Pa­tri­cia, John “Buddy,” Joan, Jim, Noreen and Bill, were also ex­tremely im­por­tant to Glenn. They cheered him on when he left for the Naval Academy, and that sup­port con­tin­ued through­out the rest of his life. He was al­ways es­pe­cially thank­ful for their sup­port of Dot and his chil­dren when he was away on sub­marines for ex­tended pe­ri­ods of time.

Glenn’s first Naval as­sign­ment took the Arthurs to Cal­i­for­nia, where their first child, daugh­ter Shel­ley, was born. Not quite a year later, the Arthur fam­ily’s sec­ond cross-coun­try move brought them to Gro­ton, where Glenn at­tended the Naval Sub­ma­rine School, and where their sec­ond daugh­ter, Marcy, was born. Upon grad­u­a­tion from Sub­ma­rine School, Glenn re­ceived or­ders to USS Spike­fish at Key West, Fla., where daugh­ter Cindy was to be born. In 1959, while Glenn was on an ex­tended de­ploy­ment, Dot took the girls home to Penn­syl­va­nia, where daugh­ter num­ber four, Dotty, ar­rived. With four ba­bies in four years, it was easy to de­ci­pher when Glenn was home and when he was at sea.

In 1962, son Glenn was born in Portsmouth, Va. Fi­nally, a boy! By this time, the fam­ily was liv­ing in Vir­ginia Beach, Va. This pro­vided a fa­vorite va­ca­tion des­ti­na­tion for Penn­syl­va­nia rel­a­tives. Nu­mer­ous beach houses would be rented and adults and chil­dren alike would have one giant beach party. Un­cle Punky was THE KING CRAB chas­ing all of the kids all over the beach!

The Arthurs moved to Charleston, S.C., in 1967 for Glenn’s tour as ex­ec­u­tive of­fi­cer on the USS Sam Ray­burn. It was in Charleston that Glenn and Dot’s sixth child, Mark, was born in 1967. Glenn in­formed Dot that they were halfway through build­ing their fam­ily. Dot did not need to re­spond ver­bally; her look said it all! He said that he needed at least enough for a base­ball team, but Dot in­sisted he would have to make do with what he had!

As the Arthur kids were grow­ing up, the Sun­day af­ter­noon drive was a fam­ily tra­di­tion when Glenn was not at sea. Ev­ery­one would pile into the cur­rent sta­tion wagon and roam the coun­try­side with Glenn at the wheel. He loved to sing! Some of the kids wished that he wouldn’t sing so loudly (es­pe­cially if they were sit­ting next to him in church). He taught the kids all of the songs that he learned while grow­ing up. “You Are My Sun­shine” was a fa­vorite.

Glenn also loved be­ing on the wa­ter. He bought a boat

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