Patty Wellman McAfee: daughter, wife, mother and grandmother, passed away at home, after a valiant battle with cancer, surrounded by her devoted husband and family, on Saturday, Feb. 13. It is only fitting that a woman with such a warm and generous heart would depart the day before Valentine's Day.
Born Patty Wellman on Jan. 20, 1937, in Oshkosh, WI, to Thelma and Roy Wellman and older brother Roy, Jr., she came into the world a little early and with a smile on her face, which is the way she led her life; always ready to get the party started. And, true to form, she departed with the grace of a woman who knows when it's time to say goodnight.
After the family moved, on behalf of her father's work, to Decatur, GA, where Patty attended kindergarten, she continued to move every seven years as Roy's career took the family to Atlanta, GA; Charlotte, NC; and, ultimately, to Seattle, WA, where she became a vivacious song leader for Roosevelt High School, from which she graduated.
Following her freshman year at Washington State University, where Patty had begun studying education, she and her mother paid a visit to her grandmother in Portsmouth, OH. There, at the local swimming pool, Patty began the romance of her life upon meeting the handsome "blue-eyed Bill" McAfee.
Smitten by the pretty girl with the light in her eyes and an ever-present smile at her lips, Bill invited Patty to attend a softball game that night and knew, before the end of the first inning, they were meant for each other.
Bill had just graduated with his bachelor of arts degree from Ohio Wesleyan University and, ultimately, enrolled in Ohio State University College of Medicine. Patty also enrolled in Ohio State, where she continued to pursue a degree in education.
Married Sept. 6, 1958, in Bill's childhood church in Portsmouth, the couple would have celebrated 60 years of friendship this summer, and 58 years of marriage this fall. Despite modest means at the time, they had every intention of enjoying a honeymoon in Florida. Yet, while driving across the country in a borrowed family car, they passed through Atlanta, GA, where her parents were living in a two-bedroom apartment. The newlyweds never made it to Florida.
After another year at Ohio State, Patty graduated with a bachelor of arts degree in elementary education. While Bill completed his last two years of medical school, Patty took a job as a first-grade teacher.
Upon his graduation from medical school, Bill was accepted to the University of California Medical Center, San Francisco, to pursue his residency in Otolaryngology. So the young couple moved to the City by the Bay, where Patty taught first grade, for the next five years.
In 1966, Bill became Lt. Commander Otolaryngologist for the U.S. Navy in a Naval Hospital in Charleston, SC, where the couple lived after welcoming their first son, Michael, into their lives. In 1968, the little family moved to the Monterey Peninsula and, a year later, bought a house in Monterey, where they raised three children – Michael, Timothy, and Marcie. To this day, it remains the family home and gathering place.
Throughout their marriage, Patty and Bill loved to travel, setting their sights on every landscape and waterway they might explore. Of particular appeal was the spirit of Hawaii and the enchantment of Sedona, AZ, to which they were frequent travelers.
Patty also loved to play tennis and bridge, the latter of which she was known for being particularly skilled, both at bridge and, despite the intensity of the game, at making it fun. She was bright, she was perennially happy, and she was devoted to making sure others were also having a good time.
In addition to her husband and children, Patty's greatest passion may have been her grandchildren, of whom there are eight. Uninterested in conventional nicknames, she chose "Tutu," which means grandmother in Hawaiian; a name which many more than her grandchildren came to use.
Patty was recognized for her laughter, which entered a room before she did. She was warm, she was genuine, and she was giving. When Mike was a teenager, most weekends, she housed his classmates from Robert Louis Stevenson High School, who were boarding in Pebble Beach, sometimes six or more guests to whom she provided love and attention and a home-cooked meal. As a mother, she was easygoing, present, and devoted to her children, always in their corner, and often going up and over conventional rules to champion their lives and give them the confidence to become their authentic selves.
She was equally known for her ever-ready, sometimes bawdy sense of humor, which was most effective because she could deliver a joke and land it like no other, pick up on the irony in a situation and, above all, laugh at herself. She was both "unoffendable" and unpredictable, consistent and compassionate. She was an alluring combination of impeccable manners and unabashed humor; she loved the consistency of sunrise and the surprise of a full moon.
As her life began to dwindle, Patty had moments when the flame of her joy would flicker. Lest it go out, her family went against convention and brought home a rescued mutt who could only be called Scruffy – a woebegone creature who put the light back in Patty's eyes.
The day before Valentine's Day, Patty departed the party a little early, with dignity and grace. And her husband, quoting the late great Lou Gehrig, as he has so many times before, said, "I've been the luckiest guy in the world."
Patty Wellman McAfee is survived by the love of her family: her mother, Thelma Wellman (her father, Roy C. Wellman, Sr., preceded her in death); her brother, Roy C. Wellman, Jr.; her husband of 57 years, Dr. William McAfee; son Michael McAfee (Jenny), son Timothy McAfee (Amy), daughter Marcie Carrier (Matthew); her grandchildren Sophie, Zoe and Gracie Carrier; Kate, Molly and Lily McAfee; Ian and Colin McAfee; several nieces and nephews, and a host of friends near and far, all of whom feel like family.
A celebration of Patty's life will be held Saturday, Feb. 20, 2016 at 11a.m., at First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, with a reception to follow. Those wishing to make a memorial gift in her name are invited to consider Community Hospital Foundation, The Salvation Army or a charitable contribution of their choice in lieu of flowers.
Born Patty Wellman on Jan. 20, 1937, in Oshkosh, WI, to Thelma and Roy Wellman and older brother Roy, Jr., she came into the world a little early and with a smile on her face, which is the way she led her life; always ready to get the party started. And, true to form, she departed with the grace of a woman who knows when it's time to say goodnight.
After the family moved, on behalf of her father's work, to Decatur, GA, where Patty attended kindergarten, she continued to move every seven years as Roy's career took the family to Atlanta, GA; Charlotte, NC; and, ultimately, to Seattle, WA, where she became a vivacious song leader for Roosevelt High School, from which she graduated.
Following her freshman year at Washington State University, where Patty had begun studying education, she and her mother paid a visit to her grandmother in Portsmouth, OH. There, at the local swimming pool, Patty began the romance of her life upon meeting the handsome "blue-eyed Bill" McAfee.
Smitten by the pretty girl with the light in her eyes and an ever-present smile at her lips, Bill invited Patty to attend a softball game that night and knew, before the end of the first inning, they were meant for each other.
Bill had just graduated with his bachelor of arts degree from Ohio Wesleyan University and, ultimately, enrolled in Ohio State University College of Medicine. Patty also enrolled in Ohio State, where she continued to pursue a degree in education.
Married Sept. 6, 1958, in Bill's childhood church in Portsmouth, the couple would have celebrated 60 years of friendship this summer, and 58 years of marriage this fall. Despite modest means at the time, they had every intention of enjoying a honeymoon in Florida. Yet, while driving across the country in a borrowed family car, they passed through Atlanta, GA, where her parents were living in a two-bedroom apartment. The newlyweds never made it to Florida.
After another year at Ohio State, Patty graduated with a bachelor of arts degree in elementary education. While Bill completed his last two years of medical school, Patty took a job as a first-grade teacher.
Upon his graduation from medical school, Bill was accepted to the University of California Medical Center, San Francisco, to pursue his residency in Otolaryngology. So the young couple moved to the City by the Bay, where Patty taught first grade, for the next five years.
In 1966, Bill became Lt. Commander Otolaryngologist for the U.S. Navy in a Naval Hospital in Charleston, SC, where the couple lived after welcoming their first son, Michael, into their lives. In 1968, the little family moved to the Monterey Peninsula and, a year later, bought a house in Monterey, where they raised three children – Michael, Timothy, and Marcie. To this day, it remains the family home and gathering place.
Throughout their marriage, Patty and Bill loved to travel, setting their sights on every landscape and waterway they might explore. Of particular appeal was the spirit of Hawaii and the enchantment of Sedona, AZ, to which they were frequent travelers.
Patty also loved to play tennis and bridge, the latter of which she was known for being particularly skilled, both at bridge and, despite the intensity of the game, at making it fun. She was bright, she was perennially happy, and she was devoted to making sure others were also having a good time.
In addition to her husband and children, Patty's greatest passion may have been her grandchildren, of whom there are eight. Uninterested in conventional nicknames, she chose "Tutu," which means grandmother in Hawaiian; a name which many more than her grandchildren came to use.
Patty was recognized for her laughter, which entered a room before she did. She was warm, she was genuine, and she was giving. When Mike was a teenager, most weekends, she housed his classmates from Robert Louis Stevenson High School, who were boarding in Pebble Beach, sometimes six or more guests to whom she provided love and attention and a home-cooked meal. As a mother, she was easygoing, present, and devoted to her children, always in their corner, and often going up and over conventional rules to champion their lives and give them the confidence to become their authentic selves.
She was equally known for her ever-ready, sometimes bawdy sense of humor, which was most effective because she could deliver a joke and land it like no other, pick up on the irony in a situation and, above all, laugh at herself. She was both "unoffendable" and unpredictable, consistent and compassionate. She was an alluring combination of impeccable manners and unabashed humor; she loved the consistency of sunrise and the surprise of a full moon.
As her life began to dwindle, Patty had moments when the flame of her joy would flicker. Lest it go out, her family went against convention and brought home a rescued mutt who could only be called Scruffy – a woebegone creature who put the light back in Patty's eyes.
The day before Valentine's Day, Patty departed the party a little early, with dignity and grace. And her husband, quoting the late great Lou Gehrig, as he has so many times before, said, "I've been the luckiest guy in the world."
Patty Wellman McAfee is survived by the love of her family: her mother, Thelma Wellman (her father, Roy C. Wellman, Sr., preceded her in death); her brother, Roy C. Wellman, Jr.; her husband of 57 years, Dr. William McAfee; son Michael McAfee (Jenny), son Timothy McAfee (Amy), daughter Marcie Carrier (Matthew); her grandchildren Sophie, Zoe and Gracie Carrier; Kate, Molly and Lily McAfee; Ian and Colin McAfee; several nieces and nephews, and a host of friends near and far, all of whom feel like family.
A celebration of Patty's life will be held Saturday, Feb. 20, 2016 at 11a.m., at First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, with a reception to follow. Those wishing to make a memorial gift in her name are invited to consider Community Hospital Foundation, The Salvation Army or a charitable contribution of their choice in lieu of flowers.
Patty Wellman McAfee: daughter, wife, mother and grandmother, passed away at home, after a valiant battle with cancer, surrounded by her devoted husband and family, on Saturday, Feb. 13. It is only fitting that a woman with such a warm and generous heart would depart the day before Valentine's Day.
Born Patty Wellman on Jan. 20, 1937, in Oshkosh, WI, to Thelma and Roy Wellman and older brother Roy, Jr., she came into the world a little early and with a smile on her face, which is the way she led her life; always ready to get the party started. And, true to form, she departed with the grace of a woman who knows when it's time to say goodnight.
After the family moved, on behalf of her father's work, to Decatur, GA, where Patty attended kindergarten, she continued to move every seven years as Roy's career took the family to Atlanta, GA; Charlotte, NC; and, ultimately, to Seattle, WA, where she became a vivacious song leader for Roosevelt High School, from which she graduated.
Following her freshman year at Washington State University, where Patty had begun studying education, she and her mother paid a visit to her grandmother in Portsmouth, OH. There, at the local swimming pool, Patty began the romance of her life upon meeting the handsome "blue-eyed Bill" McAfee.
Smitten by the pretty girl with the light in her eyes and an ever-present smile at her lips, Bill invited Patty to attend a softball game that night and knew, before the end of the first inning, they were meant for each other.
Bill had just graduated with his bachelor of arts degree from Ohio Wesleyan University and, ultimately, enrolled in Ohio State University College of Medicine. Patty also enrolled in Ohio State, where she continued to pursue a degree in education.
Married Sept. 6, 1958, in Bill's childhood church in Portsmouth, the couple would have celebrated 60 years of friendship this summer, and 58 years of marriage this fall. Despite modest means at the time, they had every intention of enjoying a honeymoon in Florida. Yet, while driving across the country in a borrowed family car, they passed through Atlanta, GA, where her parents were living in a two-bedroom apartment. The newlyweds never made it to Florida.
After another year at Ohio State, Patty graduated with a bachelor of arts degree in elementary education. While Bill completed his last two years of medical school, Patty took a job as a first-grade teacher.
Upon his graduation from medical school, Bill was accepted to the University of California Medical Center, San Francisco, to pursue his residency in Otolaryngology. So the young couple moved to the City by the Bay, where Patty taught first grade, for the next five years.
In 1966, Bill became Lt. Commander Otolaryngologist for the U.S. Navy in a Naval Hospital in Charleston, SC, where the couple lived after welcoming their first son, Michael, into their lives. In 1968, the little family moved to the Monterey Peninsula and, a year later, bought a house in Monterey, where they raised three children – Michael, Timothy, and Marcie. To this day, it remains the family home and gathering place.
Throughout their marriage, Patty and Bill loved to travel, setting their sights on every landscape and waterway they might explore. Of particular appeal was the spirit of Hawaii and the enchantment of Sedona, AZ, to which they were frequent travelers.
Patty also loved to play tennis and bridge, the latter of which she was known for being particularly skilled, both at bridge and, despite the intensity of the game, at making it fun. She was bright, she was perennially happy, and she was devoted to making sure others were also having a good time.
In addition to her husband and children, Patty's greatest passion may have been her grandchildren, of whom there are eight. Uninterested in conventional nicknames, she chose "Tutu," which means grandmother in Hawaiian; a name which many more than her grandchildren came to use.
Patty was recognized for her laughter, which entered a room before she did. She was warm, she was genuine, and she was giving. When Mike was a teenager, most weekends, she housed his classmates from Robert Louis Stevenson High School, who were boarding in Pebble Beach, sometimes six or more guests to whom she provided love and attention and a home-cooked meal. As a mother, she was easygoing, present, and devoted to her children, always in their corner, and often going up and over conventional rules to champion their lives and give them the confidence to become their authentic selves.
She was equally known for her ever-ready, sometimes bawdy sense of humor, which was most effective because she could deliver a joke and land it like no other, pick up on the irony in a situation and, above all, laugh at herself. She was both "unoffendable" and unpredictable, consistent and compassionate. She was an alluring combination of impeccable manners and unabashed humor; she loved the consistency of sunrise and the surprise of a full moon.
As her life began to dwindle, Patty had moments when the flame of her joy would flicker. Lest it go out, her family went against convention and brought home a rescued mutt who could only be called Scruffy – a woebegone creature who put the light back in Patty's eyes.
The day before Valentine's Day, Patty departed the party a little early, with dignity and grace. And her husband, quoting the late great Lou Gehrig, as he has so many times before, said, "I've been the luckiest guy in the world."
Patty Wellman McAfee is survived by the love of her family: her mother, Thelma Wellman (her father, Roy C. Wellman, Sr., preceded her in death); her brother, Roy C. Wellman, Jr.; her husband of 57 years, Dr. William McAfee; son Michael McAfee (Jenny), son Timothy McAfee (Amy), daughter Marcie Carrier (Matthew); her grandchildren Sophie, Zoe and Gracie Carrier; Kate, Molly and Lily McAfee; Ian and Colin McAfee; several nieces and nephews, and a host of friends near and far, all of whom feel like family.
A celebration of Patty's life will be held Saturday, Feb. 20, 2016 at 11a.m., at First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, with a reception to follow. Those wishing to make a memorial gift in her name are invited to consider Community Hospital Foundation, The Salvation Army or a charitable contribution of their choice in lieu of flowers.
Born Patty Wellman on Jan. 20, 1937, in Oshkosh, WI, to Thelma and Roy Wellman and older brother Roy, Jr., she came into the world a little early and with a smile on her face, which is the way she led her life; always ready to get the party started. And, true to form, she departed with the grace of a woman who knows when it's time to say goodnight.
After the family moved, on behalf of her father's work, to Decatur, GA, where Patty attended kindergarten, she continued to move every seven years as Roy's career took the family to Atlanta, GA; Charlotte, NC; and, ultimately, to Seattle, WA, where she became a vivacious song leader for Roosevelt High School, from which she graduated.
Following her freshman year at Washington State University, where Patty had begun studying education, she and her mother paid a visit to her grandmother in Portsmouth, OH. There, at the local swimming pool, Patty began the romance of her life upon meeting the handsome "blue-eyed Bill" McAfee.
Smitten by the pretty girl with the light in her eyes and an ever-present smile at her lips, Bill invited Patty to attend a softball game that night and knew, before the end of the first inning, they were meant for each other.
Bill had just graduated with his bachelor of arts degree from Ohio Wesleyan University and, ultimately, enrolled in Ohio State University College of Medicine. Patty also enrolled in Ohio State, where she continued to pursue a degree in education.
Married Sept. 6, 1958, in Bill's childhood church in Portsmouth, the couple would have celebrated 60 years of friendship this summer, and 58 years of marriage this fall. Despite modest means at the time, they had every intention of enjoying a honeymoon in Florida. Yet, while driving across the country in a borrowed family car, they passed through Atlanta, GA, where her parents were living in a two-bedroom apartment. The newlyweds never made it to Florida.
After another year at Ohio State, Patty graduated with a bachelor of arts degree in elementary education. While Bill completed his last two years of medical school, Patty took a job as a first-grade teacher.
Upon his graduation from medical school, Bill was accepted to the University of California Medical Center, San Francisco, to pursue his residency in Otolaryngology. So the young couple moved to the City by the Bay, where Patty taught first grade, for the next five years.
In 1966, Bill became Lt. Commander Otolaryngologist for the U.S. Navy in a Naval Hospital in Charleston, SC, where the couple lived after welcoming their first son, Michael, into their lives. In 1968, the little family moved to the Monterey Peninsula and, a year later, bought a house in Monterey, where they raised three children – Michael, Timothy, and Marcie. To this day, it remains the family home and gathering place.
Throughout their marriage, Patty and Bill loved to travel, setting their sights on every landscape and waterway they might explore. Of particular appeal was the spirit of Hawaii and the enchantment of Sedona, AZ, to which they were frequent travelers.
Patty also loved to play tennis and bridge, the latter of which she was known for being particularly skilled, both at bridge and, despite the intensity of the game, at making it fun. She was bright, she was perennially happy, and she was devoted to making sure others were also having a good time.
In addition to her husband and children, Patty's greatest passion may have been her grandchildren, of whom there are eight. Uninterested in conventional nicknames, she chose "Tutu," which means grandmother in Hawaiian; a name which many more than her grandchildren came to use.
Patty was recognized for her laughter, which entered a room before she did. She was warm, she was genuine, and she was giving. When Mike was a teenager, most weekends, she housed his classmates from Robert Louis Stevenson High School, who were boarding in Pebble Beach, sometimes six or more guests to whom she provided love and attention and a home-cooked meal. As a mother, she was easygoing, present, and devoted to her children, always in their corner, and often going up and over conventional rules to champion their lives and give them the confidence to become their authentic selves.
She was equally known for her ever-ready, sometimes bawdy sense of humor, which was most effective because she could deliver a joke and land it like no other, pick up on the irony in a situation and, above all, laugh at herself. She was both "unoffendable" and unpredictable, consistent and compassionate. She was an alluring combination of impeccable manners and unabashed humor; she loved the consistency of sunrise and the surprise of a full moon.
As her life began to dwindle, Patty had moments when the flame of her joy would flicker. Lest it go out, her family went against convention and brought home a rescued mutt who could only be called Scruffy – a woebegone creature who put the light back in Patty's eyes.
The day before Valentine's Day, Patty departed the party a little early, with dignity and grace. And her husband, quoting the late great Lou Gehrig, as he has so many times before, said, "I've been the luckiest guy in the world."
Patty Wellman McAfee is survived by the love of her family: her mother, Thelma Wellman (her father, Roy C. Wellman, Sr., preceded her in death); her brother, Roy C. Wellman, Jr.; her husband of 57 years, Dr. William McAfee; son Michael McAfee (Jenny), son Timothy McAfee (Amy), daughter Marcie Carrier (Matthew); her grandchildren Sophie, Zoe and Gracie Carrier; Kate, Molly and Lily McAfee; Ian and Colin McAfee; several nieces and nephews, and a host of friends near and far, all of whom feel like family.
A celebration of Patty's life will be held Saturday, Feb. 20, 2016 at 11a.m., at First Presbyterian Church of Monterey, with a reception to follow. Those wishing to make a memorial gift in her name are invited to consider Community Hospital Foundation, The Salvation Army or a charitable contribution of their choice in lieu of flowers.
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