Birth date: Jan 14, 1952 Death date: May 23, 2017
Sarah Anne Antochow, age 65, of Amherst passed away Tuesday, May 23, 2017. She was born on January 14, 1952 in Chester County, PA to John and Phyllis (nee Cassler) Nees. Sarah graduated from The Ohio State University in 1974 with Read Obituary
I was a neighbor of Joseph Antochow's and remember when he first met Sarah.
My prayers are with Joseph and his children.
Mariel York (formally Marie Jirsa)
I remembered Sarah as a dedicated worker to the individuals with intelectual disabilities and a caring coworker to whom she worked with. I met Sarah in 2000 when I accepted a position of Behavior Specialist and she was then the QMRP aka QIDP for Our Lady of the Wayside in Lorain County. She welcomed me with warm heart and open arms. We quickly became friends and later met her husband Joe. Sarah and Joe have been to our home numerous times for gatherings. They have also seen some of my stage performances. We had dinners together as well. So when a mutual friend told me of Sarah's untimely demise, I lost it. I did not know what to do for we've lost contact and through FB we only continued that friendship we have started earlier. Having experienced this loss made me realized the importance of keeping in touch with friends and family. Sarah you will always be a part of my personal and professional well being. I am honored to have known you. Rest in Peace my good friend.
Sarah and Joe were our original neighbors on Jamestown when we all built our homes together. We shared raising the children, the bus stops, the block parties, the house parties, etc. I remember Sarah most as a doting, devoted mother always in that blue wagon up and down the street taking the girls to all their various events. She had a great laugh that made you smile. Our sympathy to you all. You are being remembered in our thoughts and prayers.
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Of course my memories of Sarah are all intertwined with Joe; he and I became friends in 7th grade and became fast friends in high school. He introduced me to alpine skiing; I introduced my band mate, Mickey, to alpine skiing; the “triumvirate” began then as the three of us took many skiing trips, but it wasn’t only skiing that bound us.
Of course one other band mate, Time, has an important role in the tale, as his girlfriend, Lana, became roommates at The Ohio State University with Sarah and Roseann. Joe married Sarah; a week later Tim married Lana, and Mickey married Roseanne 3 years later, all in June. What it was, was symmetry.
Although I’m not certain, I believe I met both Sarah and Roseanne at a party at my apartment; if so, that would have been ’71. But I know it was the summer of ’71 when Joe told me he’d proposed; I was later enormously honored to selected as his best man. And it was cool that I happened to own the perfect “wedding car,” a 1968 Thunderbird. A four door Thunderbird. The kind they made for only 3 model years. The kind with the “suicide doors.” But such easy access, even in a gown!
Naturally I met Sarah’s family that weekend, and I think that’s the only time I was in that house. But I recall playing “Greensleeves,” because “they both liked it.”
I visited them at the Columbus apartment at least once; was it kind of a dark grey exterior? Tim & Lana lived next door; we may have all gone out to eat.
I have a clear memory of taking Joe out for dinner the evening of (or maybe the next) Jannette’s birth. A few years later there’s an Elizabeth and then the years start to roll by, with each one establishing traditions that eventually evolve into the fabric of one’s life.
Christmas at Antochows. Antochows (et al) at NC’s Outer Banks. Often the trip back to OH included a stop at my house in NC (although one time I believe that was reversed, the stop (Buick station wagon) being on the way to the beach). Either direction though, it made the drive less forbidding, I’m sure.
There were times Sarah and Joe (and often Bob & Diane) would attend the races at Northfield Park and then to the nightclub after the races. And Sarah and Joe flew to NC for my wedding. (Well, the first one.)
There is another memory, and it demonstrates Sarah’s open heart and generosity. As I recall, Joe and I had returned from a skiing trip lasting roughly a week. I drove, and at week’s beginning, Sarah dropped Joe off in the early AM so as to not leave his car unattended at my home.
Now, this was one of the times in my life – they’re altogether too frequent, alas – when I was suffering the effects of clinical depression. If you don’t know, when one is fully depressed, little gets done, because, “What difference will it make, all's for naught.” If you’re familiar with Harry Potter, the Dementors’ ability to make one feel as though there will never again be happiness is an apt description.
So…my house was a mess. I didn’t cook much then, so most of the time it was fast food or pizza. You’ve seen pictures in the National Enquirer of homes in which there were virtual paths through the clutter? Fast food bags, napkins, pizza boxes, and bottles were strewn everywhere, with footpaths between them. Sarah came to the house to pick up Joe, and of course she came in to hear our stories.
And without even a raised eyebrow or questioning look, she listened as we spoke, asked questions, but while so doing, she cleaned my house. No rebuke, no judgment…and not a word said about it, then or since.
We live, we interact…we love. Through it all, as this tapestry of life gets woven, what’s imperceptible is the constant acceleration as weft gets drawn through warp. Ultimately we discover time’s acceleration…but always as a past tense surprise.
So…Sarah Antochow, for most of my life, was part of its fabric. I am much better because of that; for
May you know the peace and comfort this heartfelt thought imparts, the ones we love are never gone, they live within our hearts.
THE WENDEROTH FAMILY
Sarah, this is cousin Linda and I will always cherish the memories of you, Diane, and I at Grandpas and Grandmas. You will always be in my heart. love you
I didn't know Sarah all that well, but would speak to her after some of the gatherings over the years at some family functions, skiing, or after a round of golf with her husband Joe. What I especially remember was her warmth, kindness, and the ease with which she laughed. My deepest sympathies to her husband Dr. Joe and entire family. You'll all be in my prayers...
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