To send flowers in memory of Jane W. Kirally (Bailey), please visit our Heartfelt Sympathies Store.
Jane W. (Bailey) Kirally, 79, a longtime Northborough resident and wife to Raymond F. Kirally, Sr., passed away at the U-MASS Medical Center after a short illness. Jane was born in Worcester, a daughter to Howard and Elthea (Taylor) Bailey. She worked many years in the cafeteria of Algonquin High School as well as the former Westborough State Hospital as a kitchen supervisor. She was a longtime active member and former deacon of the Trinity Church in Northborough.
In addition to her husband, Raymond, Jane is survived by one son, Raymond F. Kirally, Jr., his wife Theresa, and two granddaughters, Shea and Amber, all of Southborough. She was predeceased by her sisters Ardelle, Frances, and Muriel.
She loved having a bountiful flower garden, sewing, and spending time with her grandchildren and family.
A calling hour will be held from 10-11am on Tuesday, December 11, 2018 at Hays Funeral Home, 56 Main Street, Northborough. A funeral service in the funeral home will begin at 11am.
A family Reflection of Jane W. Kirally.
Jane Kirally was a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend and our nana. She was a fun loving caring person. Her favorite things were her husband, son and grandchildren. Ray is her only child. She raised him along with my papa with pride, joy and happiness. She always told us that he would try to get away with things that he didn't think she would notice, but in the end a mother always notices.
One specific story I remember her telling us is what I would call the kitchen light story. When my dad was old enough to drive, my nana would give him a curfew. To be home by midnight. She would leave the light on that was behind the stove. He was to turn it off when he came home. My nana would always be in bed by the time he came home. He thought that since she was already in bed that she didn't know what time he would come home. So my nana would go to bed and leave that little light on and lightly go to sleep. One or two in the morning would roll by and he would return home. Quietly entering the house and turn off the light and went to his bedroom. When the light would turn off my nana would wake up and click the little button on her watch for the light so she could tell what time it is, and then she would fall deep asleep knowing that he was home. In the end a mother always knows when their child comes home. My nana and papa had been married for 57 years this year. They got married in 1961. They were the picture of happiness. They were the grandparents you hear about growing old together, they built their lives together. They worked together, they strived together.
They were the grandparents who never spent more than a day apart. The longest they had been separated in 57 years was about 3 weeks and that's only because my papa had to be in the hospital because he was too sick to come home yet. Every day I saw my nana she would tell me that this was the longest they has been apart and that she wanted him come home. They were the grandparents who were always together and loved it, they loved each other.
For the better part of our lives my sister and I grew up sleeping over my nana's house every weekend. We would go over Friday nights and leave Sunday afternoons. Every week we had a great time. We would go see my nana’s sister Muriel on Saturday morning at the assisted living place. We helped out and played games with them. Then we would go home, eat lunch and play games with my nana. Sometimes we would play board games or we would have a dress up party. Other times we would go outside and play lawn games with her. We would plant flowers or pick apples off her trees. There was always something to do. On Sunday's she would take us to church up at Trinity. We liked it there. They had their own little children's group time while the adults stayed and listened to the sermon. Afterwards we would always go to the little hall downstairs and have juice or snacks. She got us involved with the youth groups that they offered as well.
There was two things what's my nana loved doing with us. One was always getting the subs that the church offered for the super bowl game. They always tasted the best. Sitting there and eating them with my nana all together around the wooden table. The second thing which was the ritual that we have is every Sunday after church she would take us to this little convenience store called Helen's. She allowed us to get one bag of chips and a bottle of soda. We always had a good time with our nana.
My nana loved spending time with us. She even loved getting in trouble with us. As we grew older she always reminded us that we use to call her “bad nana” for stealing our chips. During the summer months we spent a lot time with our nana. One my sister and I’s favorite thing to do was to go swimming with her. After 5 o'clock my nana would take us to lake Chauncy in Westborough. It was really nice because it wouldn't be too crowded and we would splash and play for hours until she called us in because it was time to go home. I remember one time after it had stopped raining my sister and I wanted to play in this puddle that was a little bit down the street. My nana being a nana meaning they always do what their mother would say no to, said why not. So we walked a little bit down the street to this area where the street dipped and a big pool of water was collected. The three of us ran through the big puddle for what seemed like hours, which in reality was probably only a half hour. We stomped and we jumped and we splashed on each other. Watching the cars drive by watching us play in the puddle. We were completely soaked by the time we got back….It's times like these that you wish you could go back to playing in that puddle.
My nana throughout all of our lives always had dogs. We loved the dogs. She always adopted sheltered dogs. She wanted to show the animals who were abused and left behind that there are people in the world who will still show them love. Even up to a few months before she passed. She adopted another dog from the shelter. I can remember at least 5 dogs that she adopted. Even when my dad was little they had dogs too. She was a caring soul who wanted to show the animals the love that they deserved but were never shown before her. It was always hard when we had go put down the dogs, but it never stopped her.
My nana was always a proud nana. She was beyond ecstatic to know that my sister and I had graduated high school. That we both had finally gotten our own cars. That we are on the path to building our own lives. She was grateful she could always call on us for help when she needed it, just like the way we did when we needed help. From my mother. My nana always told her that my mom “Don't do anything that I wouldn't do.” And she would always reply “That would be a lot of wiggle room.” With a laugh as they parted ways.
My nana was always there for us. She would always sneak you a five dollar bill just because. Always give you that extra piece of chocolate or candy before supper. She wanted nothing but prosperity and happiness for all of us. She was always a phone call away. Now with a tear in our eyes we can always talk to her in our heads or out loud because she will always be in our hearts as we celebrate her life.