January 14, 1933 - August 9, 2018
No Vistitation Date Scheduled
Funeral
August 17, 201811 AM
St. Patrick's Lower Church
282 Suffolk St. Lowell, MA 01854
Irene Frances Stowell Newton, age 85, of Westford formerly of Lowell, and Wayne PA, died Thursday August 9, 2018 at Westford House.
She was married to the late Richard Henry Newton.
Born and raised in Lowell, she was the youngest daughter of the late Joseph Aloysius Stowell and Mary Agnes Byrne Stowell. She graduated from Lowell High School and earned her Bachelor of Science Degree at Boston College School of Nursing.
She was a Registered Nurse, working as an LPN after retirement. Irene loved to read, sing, play cards and root for the Sox.
She is survived by her sons, Mark Newton of Boston, MA, David Newton and his wife, Christine of Phoenixville, PA, John Newton of West Chester, PA, and Brian Newton of Downingtown, PA; daughters, Ellen Newton of Harleysville, PA, and Maura Newton of Havertown, PA; Grandchildren, Stephen, Michael, and Nicholas Hausler; and several nieces and nephews.
She was the sister of the late Katherine Lally, Alice Trepanier, Rita Stowell, Loretta O’Rourke, and Anne Golden.
Her funeral Mass will be at St Patrick’s Lower Church 282 Suffolk St. Lowell, MA 01854 on Friday August 17 at 11 am followed by a visit to the former Burbeck’s at 500 Pawtucket Street. Burial at a later date. Glenwood Memorial Gardens in Broomall PA.
A Memorial Mass is tentatively scheduled for her birthday next January at St Katherine of Siena Church, Wayne PA, weather permitting.
Memorials may be made in her name to Boston College School of Nursing www.bc.edu/giving or St. Patrick Catholic Church 282 Suffolk St. Lowell, MA 01854
ARRANGEMENTS BY DOLAN FUNERAL HOME 978-251-4041
John Novey
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The Newton Family:please accept our condolences and sympathy regarding the loss of your Mother.Our prayers and thoughts are with all of you at this difficult time.
Sincerely the staff at Glenwood Memorial Gardens.
Paula McCarron
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Irene was one the wisest, kindest and funniest persons I have ever had the good fortune to know. She knew so many songs, could recite poems from memory, catch every wrong card played in a hand and dole out compassion and quips in equal doses. It is sometimes said that someone has a “twinkle in their eyes” and that description was so true of Irene. She found a way to lift spirits and one bit of wisdom she shared with me : Worrying is like sitting in a rocking chair: You can do it all you wish but it won’t get you anywhere. My condolences to Irene’s family and those who loved her.