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Obituary: Doris Delfosse

Doris-DelfosseDoris Delfosse, a Rye native and teacher, passed away on March 20 in the Bailey Hospice Center in Saint Augustine, Fla. Doris was 86.

Born Doris Emily Ferris into the extended Ferris family of Rye, Doris grew up living on Forest Avenue across from Rye Town Park. After her marriage to Joseph Delfosse and living in California for some 13 years, the family moved back to Rye, settling in a house almost directly behind her childhood home so it would make for a quick walk “through the fence” to visit her aging parents.

Her father, Henry, was born in Rye, attended elementary school in the little yellow one room schoolhouse on Milton Road, and was a member of the first class to attend Milton School. Doris, and later her children, also attended Milton School where Doris subsequently taught first grade. She proudly lived on the street named after her great uncle, Henry Halsted.

Doris graduated from Rye High School and SUNY New Paltz with a degree in education and received her master’s degree in learning disabilities from Long Beach State Teachers College in California. She taught first grade in Rye for more than 35 years at Milton, Osborn and Midland elementary schools, and also served as president of the Rye Teachers Association.

As a teacher, Doris was well known for her annual Thanksgiving feast. Each year, the first grade classes would make a pilgrimage to Disbrow Park for a reenactment of the Thanksgiving feast and visit the old Milton Road cemetery to create grave rubbings of Rye’s first settlers, while dressed in pilgrim attire. Every day, following the morning Pledge of Allegiance, she played patriotic and American folksongs on her classroom piano for the first grade classes.

Doris enjoyed learning about and sharing American history and proudly served as the Regent of the Ruth Lyon Bush chapter of the Rye-Port Chester DAR.

Active in the Rye Historical Society’s Square House summer programs, she taught early American homemaking skills, carding and spinning wool, knitting, music, sewing and churning butter.

A lifelong member of the Rye Presbyterian Church, she was a deacon, sang in the choir, played in the bell choir, taught Sunday school and served on the Christian Education committee.

During the summer, when not on one of the family’s many cross country car trips, she would tutor privately with children displaying reading and developmental problems. An avid boater, she sailed the family’s Herreshoff ketch with her husband Joe from the Rye City marina.

Doris was also the first working woman “allowed” to adopt a child in the state of California in 1966, after proving to the adoption agency and courts that a woman could indeed work and raise a family.

After retiring, Doris contributed a weekly column to the local Rye paper “Growing Up in Rye in the ‘30’s and ‘40’s” and wrote about Rye during the depression and WWII. She also traveled through Europe with Elder Hostel, where on one trip she studied Belgian history in French by morning and toured by afternoon.

Doris is survived by her children and their families; Rick of Norwalk, Conn., Duane (and Betsy Hulit Delfosse) of Windham, N.H., and Elizabeth (Tish) Delfosse Candido (and Ademir Candido) of Saint Augustine, Fla. She is also survived by four grandchildren, Christine Delfosse, Steven Delfosse, Kevin Delfosse and Dr. Natalie Delfosse Godfrey. She was predeceased by her loving husband Joseph, two sisters and a brother.

A celebration of her life will be held at the Rye Presbyterian Church on May 30 at 10 a.m., followed by interment at the Greenwood Union Cemetery, with a reception at the family home.

In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the Rye Historical Society, 1 Purchase St., Rye, N.Y. 10580.


Obituary: Jack Polak


webJack Polak passed peacefully on Jan. 9, 2015 at the age of 102. He was born in Amsterdam on Dec. 31, 1912. When the Germans invaded the Netherlands, he was deported to Westerbork, a transit camp where he worked as a school principal. In February 1944, he was transported to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. On April 23, 1945, he was liberated by the Russian Army and then he contracted and survived spotted typhus. His parents, Frederick and Grietje, and sister Juul perished during the Holocaust. Mr. Polak then returned to Amsterdam to start what he called his “second life” as a certified tax consultant.

He married Catharina (Ina) Soep, 1923-2014, whom he had courted in the camps. He emigrated to the United States in 1951 with his wife and two small sons, and began his “third life” building an investment firm and working for many organizations to teach the lessons of the Holocaust through his own experiences. Jack Polak was a founder and served as president and chairman of the Anne Frank Center USA for many years, and has been the keynote speaker nationwide for more than 100 openings of the Anne Frank traveling exhibitions. He was the current chairman emeritus of the AFC-USA, and worked in that capacity as a speaker in schools, churches, synagogues and private organizations. He has been honored by the United Jewish Appeal, Israel Bond Drive, Bnai Brith and by the State of Georgia for invaluable contributions toward reconciling human differences and divisions. He was a founding board member of the Westchester Holocaust Education Center, in Purchase and a member of the New York State Commission on the Holocaust.

In 2004, Mr. Polak received an honorary doctorate from Hofstra University and he has received the New York State Louis E. Yavner Award, an honor for a New York State resident who has demonstrated distinguished contributions related to teaching the Holocaust and human rights.

On his 80th birthday, he was knighted by Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands for his work as the president of the AFC-USA and for speaking about the decimated Jewish population of the Netherlands at universities and myriad organizations in the United States.

Mr. Polak and his beloved wife co-wrote a book titled “Steal a Pencil for Me,” largely comprised of the love letters they wrote to each other during their time in the camps in Westerbork and Bergen-Belsen, which includes a day-to-day account of life in the camps. A documentary film with the same title directed by Oscar nominee Michele Ohayon based on this book won many awards including best film at The Jerusalem Film Festival. Mr. Polak contributed two chapters to the book “Inspired Lives” by Johanna Laufer and Kenneth S. Lewis. He wrote a chapter on the Netherlands included in the book by Dr. M. Mitchell Serels and Rabbi Solomon Gaon, Ph.D. titled “Sephardim and the Holocaust: The Destruction of Sephardic Communities.”

In private life, he worked as an investment counselor and as a certified Dutch tax consultant. He was a member of the New York Society of Security Analysts and a director of a number of public companies. He and Ina are survived by three children, Frederick B. Polak (Carrie), Anthony Polak (Amy), Margrit Polak Shield (Harvey), five grandchildren, Joshua (Sarah), Jamie (Abbie), Ann (Jordan), Emily, Sofia, and seven great-grandchildren, Ava, Isabel, Eden, Owen, Miles, Lilah and Jocelyn. Jack is also survived by sisters Betty Bausch, 96, who lives in The Netherlands and Israel, and Liesje Auerbach, 92, who lives in Israel. His legacy is captured in the six lessons he emphasized whenever he lectured: 1. Don’t discriminate; 2. Don’t generalize.; 3. Don’t be a bystander; 4. Work for peace; 5. Enjoy the simple things in life; and 6. We are living in a wonderful country and we all need to work together to make this a better world, but this can only be achieved if people learn the lessons of the Holocaust.

Donations to the Anne Frank Center USA as gestures to help carry on Jack’s legacy are greatly appreciated by his family and by the (Submitted)


Obituary: Betty Schneider

obit-photo-1-colorBetty Schneider, long-time resident of Rye, died July 11, 2014. She is survived by her husband Richard. The two had been married for 68 years. The couple moved to Rye in 1980. Betty became involved in several community activities, including the Ceres Garden Club, the Woman’s Club of Rye and the American Legion Woman’s Auxiliary of Rye. She also served as the finance chairwoman of the Rye Methodist Church.

Rye residents partaking in the Meals on Wheels service will remember Betty happily bringing them their hot meals. And there are many who gained a new perspective on Rye’s history from the years Betty served as a docent at the Rye Square House Museum.

During World War II, Betty served her country with the Bureau of Censorship at its headquarters in Chicago, Ill.

In 2009, Richard and Betty moved to The Osborn in Rye.

Besides her husband, Betty is survived by two sons: Peter, of Yorktown; and Christopher, of La Jolla, Calif.; and three granddaughters: Sarah, Hillary and Katrina.

A private family service took place on July 16 at the Graham Funeral Home in Rye. A memorial service celebrating Betty’s life will be held at The Osborn in Rye on Saturday, Sept. 6, at 1 p.m. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Walter Hoving Home for Girls in Garrison, N.Y. (Submitted)


Obituary: Mary Fahey

Mary Elizabeth Brine Fahey, a 35-year resident of Rye, died peacefully on Thursday, April 3, after a yearlong struggle with Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or ALS. Her beloved husband of 55 years, Robert Joseph Fahey, passed away last April.

Mary Fahey

Mary Fahey

Fahey was a loving and loyal spouse, mother, daughter, sister, friend and volunteer. She was a wonderful cook, gardener and seamstress. Her Sunday, holiday and birthday dinners for family and friends were well-prepared, beautifully presented and always served hot with a welcoming smile.

Fahey belonged to the Little Garden Club of Rye and enjoyed planting and making colorful flower centerpieces. Her hand-sewn curtains can be found in all of her children’s homes.

Fahey had an eye for detail and appreciation for residential real estate. She worked with the Corcoran Group in New York for nine years, first partnering with her sister, Barbara Brine, then working independently. In 1988, she won the firm’s award for best-selling broker of the year.

A lifelong Roman Catholic and daily communicant, Fahey was also an active volunteer, belonging to TWIG, POTS and other organizations. As Dame and Knight of Malta, she and Bob served communion to those suffering from AIDS in New York City.

She enjoyed bridge and played competitively with her friends until she became ill.

Fahey was born on Aug. 5, 1932, to William Henry Brine and Marianne Healy Brine, and grew up in Newton, Mass. After marrying in 1957, Bob and Mary Fahey moved to Belmont, Mass. For a time, they also owned a home in Prout’s Neck, Maine and enjoyed cruising in Saco Bay and the surrounding waters. In 1978, they moved their family to Rye and soon joined the American Yacht Club.

Fahey is mourned by her five children and in-laws: Michelle and Bill Ganon of La Jolla, Calif.; Christopher Fahey of Rye; Timothy and Eileen Fahey of Guilford, Conn.; Matthew and Missie Fahey of Rye and Constance and Christopher Dingle of Toronto. She also leaves 12 grandchildren: Meredith, Carolyn and
Robert Benjamin Ganon; Michael and Brendan Fahey; George Fahey; Quinn, Peter and Harry Fahey; Cordelia, Conrad and Charles Dingle.

She is survived by four siblings and their spouses: William and Ann Brine of Hanover, N.H.; Barbara Brine of Rye; Peter and Karen Brine of Hanover, N.H.; Jack and Christina Largay of Centerville, Mass. She was predeceased by her brothers Christopher and Benedict Brine.

A wake was held at the Graham Funeral Home in Rye on Sunday, April 6. A mass of Christian burial was held at Rye’s Church of the Resurrection on Monday, April 7.

In accordance with her wishes, in lieu of flowers, donations may be made in Fahey’s memory to the Eleanor and Lou Gehrig MDA/ALS Multidisciplinary Care Center located at Columbia University Medical Center, Office of Development, 100 Haven Ave., Suite 29D, New York, N.Y. 10032.

The family wishes to express its gratitude to hospice and Fahey’s caregivers during her last several months, especially Margaret Ramtahal and Paulette Blue. They also want to acknowledge Wendy Seaver and Marion Glennon, who graciously brought the Holy Eucharist to Fahey for the past several months. (Submitted)


Obituary: Nora Mitchell: A Rye life


A young Nora Mitchell with her sled next to the old gazebo on the Village Green behind the Square House in the 1920s.

By Joe Sack
Nora Mitchell was born an only child in the Manchester-Liverpool area of England in 1918. Her father was a carpenter. Looking for work when times were tough after World War I, her parents moved the family to the United States when she was 5 years old.

Searching for a place to call home, her parents embarked on a Sunday drive and came across a band playing in a gazebo. They were enchanted. They walked through town and saw an apartment for rent at 37 Purchase St. That was the sign they needed, and they moved to Rye.

“It was the block between Locust and Elm, the red brick building. It was Hallohan’s Dry Goods. It occupied two stores with a door in the middle, two sides of the building and there were apartments upstairs,” Nora said. “Half of the people I knew lived in the village in apartments. They talk now about bringing housing back to the village—they had it years ago.”

According to Nora, Rye was different then. “It was a very tiny town, 5,000 population in those days. There were street lights that governed everything you did. When they went off, it meant you came home. There was a street car running down the middle of the main street that went all the way to Playland. And there were open trolleys in the summer time.”

Shortly after moving to Rye, Nora was walking near the YMCA along the stone wall by the Blind Brook and lost her footing. She fell into the brook and passed out after hitting her head on the rocks. She was rescued by a passerby, a Mr. Herman Mergenthaler, who, luckily, fished her out. She was driven by Corny Balls in the back of a police car to the hospital, where she recuperated.

In another near tragedy, a girl Nora knew fell into Mead Pond while ice-skating, but survived. She was a cousin of Tommy Hagel’s. “You don’t know who Tommy Hagel is,” Nora said. “Well, he used to be in the Rye Liquor Store there, with Tommy Nordmund. He’s retired now, but he’s still around. There was Tommy and Jimmy Hagel, they were twins. And Billy Hagel, their other brother, was police chief at one point.

“I prefer the old Rye. When you knew everybody. It’s lost its character. It’s become sort of a showpiece now, whereas it was a community before. You don’t know anyone anymore. I guess you live here as long as I have, you’re bound to get that kind of change.”

As a child, Nora would watch movies at the Rye Playhouse, where the current City Hall now sits. Matinees were 20 cents. But sometimes she would sneak in with her friends because the doors were kept open in the summer. There was no air conditioning.

Nora attended the Resurrection Grammar School, when it was housed in the stone building on the Post Road, which has since been converted to condominiums. The church was on Purchase Street, “where the five-and-ten used to be.”

“I’d only been here a year or two when they moved it around to Smith Street and the foundation of it is still there,” she said. “And it was there until they built the new one down on Milton Road, about 1928.”

After graduating from Rye High School in 1936 with job prospects dim, Nora’s mother suggested she use her British nationality to her advantage. In 1938, she accepted a job in the British Embassy in Washington, D.C. She worked there for the next 12 years, including during World War II.

Nora met her husband, who had been in the army and was from Arkansas, on a blind date. He worked for the equivalent of H.U.D. Nora made sure he got a transfer to the New York office so they could move back to Rye. They had three daughters, and lived on Sanford Street.

Nora’s husband died at a young age in 1961. She needed a new job to make ends meet.

“Fred Talento came to my rescue,” she said.

The city clerk helped her get a job at City Hall, which was then housed in the Square House. “Meetings used to go on to all sorts of hours,” Nora said.

Mayor Clay Johnson was “a very compassionate sort of person.” One Christmas Eve, after Nora’s car was rear ended on the Post Road, he offered to help her get a new car.

Mayor Ed Grainger was “very pleasant” and a “hard worker.” He made sure the Oyster Bay Bridge was not built, but it was “touch and go for a while.”

Jack Paulus was the first city manager when Rye adopted that form of government. He invented the “packet” that would go out to council members, and still does today, although now in electronic form. Mr. Paulus passed away earlier this year.

One city manager who came after Paulus was asked to leave suddenly under weird circumstances. Phil McGovern, the city assessor, was asked to take over temporarily. Everyone called him “Cinderella” for that.

Tony Antinozzi, the corporation counsel, also filled in when necessary. He was “marvelous and lovely” and “honest as the day is long.”

Speaking of her bosses through the years, Nora smiled and said, “I think some of them were afraid of me.”

“We didn’t have all the assistants like they have today,” so Nora did it all. “I was very amused at the current people having an order of protection. I thought ‘who protected me all those years.’ We used to get really some nut cases. And some very interesting things too.”

Nora served in the city manager’s office for a quarter century, from 1961 to 1986.

After retirement, Nora remained an avid follower of the City Council and was known to watch all the meetings on cable TV.

“I noticed on Facebook they had been talking about ‘you know you’re from Rye if you remember’ such and such,” she said. “And it’s so tempting to get in there and straighten them out because they’re so wrong about so many things.”

Many years after Nora was rescued from the Blind Brook, Mr. Mergenthaler checked in on her, as he became curious about the little girl he had saved.

“He gave me a little bracelet.”
Nora survived that day, and lived a full Rye life, to the grand age of 95 years old. She passed away Oct. 17.

-Mayor-elect Sack is a Rye City Councilman


Remembering former mayor Frank J. Garito

By Doug Fleming


Frank J. Garito

He looked good the last time I saw him, then again, he always looked that way. In fact, he looked better in death than many of those who came to mourn him looked in life. His life was full of wakes and I know of no one who went to more. The difference was this wake was his own. Whether he himself dressed up for the hundreds and hundreds of wakes or countless numbers of socials, he dressed to the nines and his mere presence lit up many a room and lifted the hearts of all those who knew him. If there were a GQ for seniors, he could have been on the cover. He also could have been the regular poster boy and cover story for many of his earlier years. After all, he was a real Dean Martin look alike. As handsome as all get out, debonair and charming as well as good-natured and gentle-hearted, the man from 5th Street in New Rochelle was all through his 80 plus years first and foremost in uncommon sense and character.

In my earlier years, my wife-to-be, Mary Mitura, and I would find a warm welcome any day and any time of the day at 17 5th St. Both he and his predeceased wife Rose were gracious hosts who never turned the lights out and made sure whenever you left or whether dark turned to light that coffee and dessert would be served. Their kitchen table was simply love in disguise.

Their living room was about as large as most homeowners’ bedrooms or a one car garage. Modest would accurately describe the home of a family that later in life would leave the West for a 10804 home in the Wykagyl section of the city. No matter where he and his family were to reside, no one could take West New Rochelle out of them. In days gone by, the West was the home of many of New Rochelle’s aspiring Italian families and not all of them were happy as this family uprooted itself for another zip code.

Whether it was Fenimore Road or 5th Street, their phone would ring at least a half dozen times and at all hours during each of our visits. Whenever it did, the patron of the house would excuse himself even during dinner or at a very late hour to talk, console or counsel anyone in need of his attention. No caller ever had to work hard to capture the patron’s ear.

Whenever we went out, the patron would cover all of the costs, pay entry fees, take all dinner checks and fight with you so he could leave the tip. If one wanted to take advantage of him and his wife, Rosie, they together could have been the best sponges in the sea of life. The reader should bear in mind that my later-to-be bride and I were not even 21 years old at this time and the only way to say thanks was to do so with affectionate appreciation.

In the evening, whenever he came home he’d head right to the bathroom to clean and wash up. He wore his work and would come into his home full of grime, dust, soot and powder. After all, he worked in demolition and, as a demolisher, he knocked down more walls than Joshua did at the Battle of Jericho. He loved to take down walls, not just because it was his source of income, but also because it was a sign of progress. Most walls bulled over by him resulted in newer ones built to be strong and last long.

Little did he know that the modest man from 5th Street in New Rochelle, who grew up with little capital and not much education but with an abundant amount of energy and common sense, would one day become the mayor of a city he so dearly loved.

Frank J. Garito’s life is a Lincoln-like story, one that could only have been thought of as a dream. Frank J. Garito loved New Rochelle and thousands of New Rochelleans loved him and what he stood for as mayor and as a citizen.

His funeral mass was held at Saint Joseph’s Church, not far from where the Garitos planted their family tree. At the memorial were a good number of West enders, each feeling like a good friend had moved again.

Invariably, as mayor at a dinner dance held at Glen Island, the Davenport, the Calabria Club or the Knights of Columbus one song would be played in his honor and, of course it was a rendition of Frank Sinatra’s “My Way.”

Invariably, when Frank J. Garito was called upon as mayor to lionize or exalt a recipient, he would, after considerable praise, give thanks to the honoree for doing so much for so many.

For so many years of his life, Frank J. Garito ironically did too much for so many of us. While “My Way” was his song, he lived a life full of the Lord’s way and entirely by the Book. From the very first moment of getting up and coming awake, Frank J. Garito was ready to knock down any wall for a friend. No matter where Frank J. Garito lived or his GPS took him, he breathed purple air and the winds and tides of change were all purple too.

For Frank J. Garito, the creation of a senior center in West New Rochelle was an obsession. It was an honor to be at the opening of the Garito Manor not so long ago and see how proud he was of this waiting room in the West.

For all those who reside in the manor and those at his memorial service, Frank J. Garito was very awake and back in the West again. He was thought of as a person of character and one whom we all used to know. It was what it was and he was who he was–always Frank.

Joshua couldn’t ask for better. Thanks for all your waking moments and all the walls you tumbled down, Frank Joshua Garito.

Doug Fleming is the headmaster of the Thornton-Donovan School.


Obituary: James Maisano, Sr.

James “Jim” Maisano, a resident of New Rochelle for more than 40 years, died on Sept. 4, 2013, in Danbury, Conn. He was born on Dec. 20, 1930, in Brooklyn to Nunzio and Mildred Maisano. Jim was married to his loving wife Loretta Maisano on May 28, 1961, who predeceased him in 2008. He is survived by his daughter, Carol Ryan of Fairfield, Conn., and sons Keith Maisano of Boca Raton, Fla., James Maisano, Jr. of New Rochelle and Anthony Maisano of Southbury, Conn., and their spouses James Ryan, Fran Maisano, Jean Maisano and Alice Maisano.

Jim is predeceased by daughter Laurie Maisano and brother Frank Maisano. He is also survived by grandchildren Melissa Maisano, Lauren Maisano, Michael Maisano, Julia Maisano and Christopher Maisano and great-grandchildren Matthew Maisano and Olivia Maisano.

Jim was dedicated to his family, community and Catholic faith. He served his country in the U.S. Army from 1948 to 1951 and saw combat in the Korean War. Jim worked diligently at building his own business, Municipal Computer Service, a computer data processing company in Larchmont, where he served as president. He finished his career at Riese Brothers Restaurants as chief information officer and ran the information technology department.

He was very active at Sts. John and Paul Parish in Larchmont, where he served on the parish council for many years and as its president, as a eucharistic minister and Cubmaster of a Cub Scout troop. Jim was a longtime member of the Larchmont Shore Club and served on the board of directors and as its president, and he ran the bowling league. He was well known on the tennis courts and bowling alleys at the Larchmont Shore Club. Jim enjoyed being a member of the Larchmont Rotary Club. He coached little league baseball and was an excellent baseball player who was proud to tryout at Ebbets Field for the Brooklyn Dodgers. Jim was also an avid fisherman.

Memorial donations may be made to the Alzheimer’s Association, 2 Jefferson Plaza, Suite 103, Poughkeepsie, N.Y. 12601. (Submitted)


Novella H. Hegeman

Novella H. Hegeman

Novella H. Hegeman

Novella H. Hegeman (nee Henderson) died on Sunday, July 28 after 97 years of blessed life. She was born on July 3, 1916 and raised in Pottawatomie County, Okla., where she attended school and had a year of “normal” college before meeting her first love, Mr. I. Frank Brown of California then a senior vice president of the Hughes Tool Corporation. Mr. Brown then established in Manhattan, N.Y. his own oil equipment and drilling company, the International Oil Company, later sold to Socony Vacuum, a growing Standard Oil spin-off now known as MOBIL.  She worked alongside Mr. Brown and served as Vice president for business operations and corporate secretary until his death in the mid-1940s. In 1946, she married Mr. Julian B. Adoue, Jr. then the youngest vice president of Standard Oil of New Jersey and director of Creole Petroleum in Caracas, Venezuela.

The marriage produced two daughters, Ms. Pauline A. Scanlon (Frank) of Nashville, Tenn., and Miss Novella Adoue of Rye, N.Y., that ended in divorce. She later married Mr. Bertram H. Hegeman, vice president/director of the rental division for Rockefeller Centre, with whom she shared a wonderful life until his death in August 1990.

She came from a family of nine, including her parents and seven siblings all of whom preceded her in death. One brother, a WWII casualty, is buried in the U.S. Military Cemetery near Liege in Belgium.

Novella was devoted to her immediate and extended families, and her political community as a Harrison Republic district leader, friends and neighbors. She will be missed by all who knew her.

She is survived by two daughters, a granddaughter—Ms. Meghan Scanlon Roach (Dr. Kyle V.) and two great-grandchildren—Miss Eleanor McCall Roach and Master Deaglan C. Roach, all of Chattanooga, Tenn. (Submitted)

Robert L. Chittenden, III

Obituary: Robert L. Chittenden, III

ChittendenBorn on Sept. 12, 1935, in Mt. Vernon, Mr. Chittenden was the son of Robert L. Chittenden, Jr. and Dorothea Peters Chittenden. He married his beloved Joyce in 1957. Mrs. Chittenden predeceased him on May 27, 2010.

After graduating from Edison High School in Mt. Vernon, class of 1954, he went on to join the security force at the United Nations, where he had a very distinguished 30-year career. His career included serving as captain, union president and traveling the world protecting and serving members of the United Nations Security Council.

Mr. Chittenden also served as the chief of the Rye City Police Marine Unit for 20 years and was a longtime active and proud member of the City of Rye Auxiliary Police Department. He served as the chief for 20 years.
In his later years, while living in Virginia, Mr. Chittenden served as auxiliary deputy sheriff of Fluvanna County, Va.
Mr. Chittenden was an honorary member of the Rye Fire Department. He also had a very special relationship and friendships with the members of the Rye professional firefighters.

During his very distinguished career, Mr. Chittenden received many awards for community service, volunteerism, lifesaving and heroic duties for going above and beyond the call of duty.

He left an indelible mark on the town he loved and will be fondly remembered by his family, many friends, colleagues and the numerous people
he touched.

Surviving Mr. Chittenden are his three sons: Robert L., IV and wife Sandra, Timothy and wife Lucille, Tod and wife Megan; and one daughter Amy Helfrich and husband William. Also surviving are his eleven grandchildren who all adored their Pop: Christina, TJ, Hayley, Ali, Chelsea, Jillian, Jenna, Sloan, Amanda, Maryann and Alexandria. He is also survived by his sister Dolly Farish and was predeceased by his brother Richard. (Submitted)