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Marilyn Bonasia

Marilyn "Lynn" (Pond) Bonasia

Friday, May 26th, 1933 - Thursday, March 11th, 2021
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Marilyn “Lynn” Pond Bonasia was born in Worcester, MA on May 26, 1933. After the tragic death of her parents at the age of seven, Marilyn and her brother Herbert lived with and were raised by their loving Uncle Fred and Aunt Elsie Bardsley and family. As a youngster, Lynn was “Camper of the Year” multiple times at the then Camp Wono on Cape Cod. In high school at Auburn High, she played varsity basketball and was also on the swim team. While attending Colby Junior College in New London, NH studying Secretarial Medical Science, Lynn met her future husband, John Bonasia, from Haverhill, MA.

John and Lynn were married while John was located in San Francisco, CA as an ROTC Officer in the U.S. Navy stationed aboard the USS Talladega. Later, Lynn and John settled in Boxford, MA to raise their four sons. John’s engineering career brought the family to several other states over the years, including Ohio, Maryland, New Jersey and California. Lynn became an interior decorator but was most proud of her time as a devoted mother and homemaker. She loved nature, learned Italian cooking from her mother-in-law, played golf and spent many a day ushering her sons to music lessons and multiple sporting events.

John’s retirement took them to Naples, Florida in the winter months, where they played golf, enjoyed good friends and explored the gulf coast in their Grady White boat nicknamed “Water Hazard”. They also spent the warmer months of their retirement where they first fell in love in Massachusetts – in Mashpee, MA on Cape Cod.

Lynn passed peacefully, surrounded by family. She is survived by her husband of sixty-five years, John Bonasia, her four sons, Michael, Jeffrey, John Jr. and Peter, her grandsons John and Nicholas Bonasia and niece, Heather Pond, with whom she had a special bond as well as Heather’s sons Jonathan and Christopher.

Services and burial will be held privately for the Bonasia family.
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    Hillside Cemetery of Auburn
    65 Central Street
    AUBURN, MA 01501
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Maggie Marchetti

Posted at 09:06am
For Marilyn Roselle
I always told Lynn she was like a sister to me and she would laugh saying that she was graduating from high school when I was born. I’ve known Lynn for almost forty years since John hired Bob to work for him at General Electric in Ohio. I liked her from the start and we became good friends always laughing and giggling and talking until we wore ourselves out and had to hang up the phone or say goodbye. We swore we would limit our telephone conversations, but gladly that never happened. All I truly remember is spending so many happy days in our own lovely world of wallpaper and fabric and blossoming flowers. John and Bob would often get a kick out of the things we’d get so excited about. Lynn was always giving-------- giving me compliments on a dress or sending me a thoughtful birthday card or making me chicken soup when I had the flu or gifting me with a
treasure she found antiquing or making me a summer breakfast or extending an invitation to come and stay.
Both of us were born in the month of May and maybe that was the reason we got along so well or maybe it was because
we shared the same initials or maybe it was just because we liked so many of the same things. I felt at home with Lynn. When I was out shopping for wallpaper and looking through the many books she knew I would be looking through, I’d keep her home in mind. Once, I found a beautiful Lily of the Valley paper which I knew she would love! Lily of the Valley is the flower of May. She hung it in her guest bedroom in Mashpee and I hung it in my bedroom in Great Falls. When we would come to stay with her and John, Bob and I would sleep in the Lily of the Valley room overlooking the sweet island garden she created out front in the circle. I always felt at home in her home. Once upon a time, I sent her my second grade picture and found she kept it in a keepsake box on her dresser. She had such a sweet and kind heart. I loved Lynn.
We sent each other a million notes and cards because we both loved to write and to share the things we loved with one another. She always told me I should write a book because of the stories I would share with her about my grandmother’s farm or about how my mother would transform our bedrooms while we were at school.
I said to my husband Bob yesterday, “Who will I write my stories to now and who will love them like she did?”
I will miss you M.R.P. and I will keep you tucked safely in my heart where you have always been.
Margaret Rose

Jeff Bonasia Posted at 07:24am

Thank you Maggie - for your (and Bob's) friendship with my parents, and your special bond with my mother. She spoke fondly and lovingly of you often. - Jeff

Robert Marchetti

Posted at 03:35am
Dear John, Michael, Jeff, John Jr. and Peter,
We send our heartfelt and deepest sympathies to you.
Our love,
Maggie and Bob

Jeff Bonasia Posted at 07:25am

Thank you Bob. My parents loved you guys and I appreciate all the love you gave them over the years. - Jeff

Michael Bonasia

Posted at 07:11pm
May 26, 2018

Happy Birthday, Mom!

This card reminded me of Pirates Cove
off Mashpee Neck behind your house,
warming up to Spring
on a beautiful day in late May

On a day just like your birthday
a day which has always welcomed home, Mother Nature’s springtime,
with a throwing up of window sashes while peeking out at Robin Red Breast’s
hop-a-march through multi-colored tulips
yielding and smiling;
excuse me as you go bird!

Daydreaming on the breezeway, upon times long ago,
of an unmarked dirt road turning deep into trees
where unlikely aqua-marine pools splashed full of animated kids
and poolside moms, for some cooling relief on a hot summer afternoon

Or one Halloween after dark, when
pirates, witches, and sad clowns, among other goblins
emerged to haunt the cellar playroom
for bob-the-apple and pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey

Or through sleepy, snowy December window panes,
aglow with electric candles, whose light
professed a sense of hope & joy to all passers-by at night,
from upon a little hill, on Killam Hill Road

Then at last, springtime again in May
and the discovery of a mysterious
Lady Slipper, growing wild in the wood,
just beyond the old stone wall

Memories such as these
which would be impossible without you,
help to define our celebration of your birthday!

Michael Bonasia

Posted at 07:09pm
Michael John Bonasia’s Eulogy for Marilyn Roselle Pond Bonasia

As I reflected on what I might say in eulogy of mother, I found myself thinking of a poem that I sent her to celebrate her birthday a few years ago.

At the time, she would have been well aware of the backstories that the poem is based upon. So, as you are receiving this eulogy as someone who was dear to Lynn during her life, I’d like to share the background framework so that the poem can be understood as she would have understood it.

The poem is constructed on a seasonal cycle based on true-life events that occurred in the course of a year, circa 1968.

Each seasonal vignette within the poem, Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter, describes an experience that was brought to life and amplified by Lynn as direct experiences I either had with her, or experienced as a direct result of her actions.

I would have been about twelve years-old at the time. Our family lived in a brown, colonial-something house that sat upon a knoll with pine forests all around and behind, with a steep driveway that provided ingress and egress via a ‘wicked’ blind curve along Killam Hill Road, not far from the Georgetown line, in Boxford, Massachusetts.

In the Spring I remember an explosion of tulips within flower gardens in front of the house, which were the bounty of her careful curation of buds within those beds during the Fall, prior. I vividly recall the rolling hoard of vibrant pink/ yellow variants that astounded me and filled me with quiet joy. And she loved the Robin Red Breast.. she would say it was proof that Spring had arisen.

Hot, humid summer days, filled with the sound of cicadas, would lull me to sleep on the breezeway, when Mom would come bustling out with beach towels and a picnic basket and my brother’s in tow, and with her sunny smile which enhanced her amazing dimples, she would pronounce, “We’re off to Camelot!” - Some local entrepreneur had built a roughshod three-pool swimming complex with the mythological name (which serviced a large neighborhood called "King's Forest"), complete with snack stand and lavatories, carved out of the woods about a quarter-mile off of Killam Hill Rd., just on the other side of I-95. It was there that we splashed away those summer days with the latest Beatle songs floating through the air, courtesy of the snack shack radio.

Fall and Winter vignettes evoke parties she would make (which she loved to do throughout her lifetime), and the magical atmosphere she always conjured during the holidays which my brothers and I all loved to be a part of, throughout the years.

One day in the Spring, I spied the strangest flower I had ever seen growing in the shadows of the wood; ran to get Mom and show her… “oooh, the mysterious, wild Lady Slipper,” she whispered to me, “don’t tell anyone!” she said with a sly smile and a wink, “ this flower is rare, and so fragile… it will be our secret.” We both giggled in cahoots, as we walked back to the house.

She was naturally beautiful, vivacious, the most caring, loving woman I’ve ever known, and always fun to be with. She will be sorely missed.

Susan Bonasia Posted at 06:25am

Dear Michael J., Jeffrey, JJ and Peter: So sad for all of you, Auntie Lynn was a perfect mother and you all shared that blessing. Please know that my father, brothers and I mourn with you. Love, Susan

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