Helen E. Carr, a retired bookkeeper in the banking industry passed away at the Massachusetts General Hospital on Tuesday morning, February 5, 2008. She was 86 years old.
Helen was born and raised in Somerville. She was the daughter of Nova Scotia immigrants, the late Harold and Estelle Prescott. She had resided in the Union Square section of Somerville for years before moving to Burlington 27 years ago to live with her family.
Helen had worked as a bookkeeper in the banking industry for 20 years. She had worked at the Shawmut Bank, First National Bank, and Fleet Banks in Boston and Central Square in Cambridge. In her retirement years she enjoyed being involved in the Council on Aging in Burlington. She especially enjoyed working on ceramics. Helen’s life revolved around her family. It was a “Package Deal.” Her family was everything to her. Her home was with her daughters and grandchildren. Most vacations were family vacations. Social events were family events. She was happy to be in the audience or stands supporting her grandchildren. She was willing to go on amusement rides, because that was what the kids wanted to do. She loved being a part her children and grandchildren’s lives and gladly gave of herself in whatever way she could. She was a wonderful mother and friend.
Helen was the beloved wife of the late Ernest C. Carr who passed away in 1979. She was the loving mother of Helen & her husband Salvatore Donato and Patricia Philbrick all of Burlington. She was the sister of the late James, Elizabeth, George, and William Prescott. She was the proud grandmother of Charles Philbrick, Julie and Jeanne Donato.
Funeral from the Edward V. Sullivan Funeral Home, 43 Winn St., BURLINGTON (Exit 34 off Rt. 128, Woburn side) on Friday, Feb. 8 at 9 a.m. Followed by a Mass of Christian Burial in St. Margaret’s Church, Burlington at 10 a.m. Visiting hours Thursday 4-8 p.m. Interment in Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge. Memorials in Helen’s name may be made to St. Margaret’s Building Fund, 111 Winn St., Burlington, MA 01803 or St. Joseph’s Church, 264 Washington St., Somerville, MA 02143.
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