Contributions to the tribute of Philip Bellamore

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Wednesday, January 8, 2025

My family and I moved next door to Ida and Phil when I was 18 months old. “Susie” as she was always called, was my first friend. When I think of my childhood, the Bellamore’s were all over it. When I recently left Merrick for Florida, Phil gave me a Christmas ornament of our two houses side by side that said “Neighbors for 63 years”! God Bless Ida & Phil.

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Kathy Johnston Wojno posted a condolence

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

Nancy Curry Mancuso lived on one side of Ida and Phil and I lived on the other. Nancy and I were the same age, Susie and my sister Geri were friends. Our whole block played together. There were 2 or 3 children per household all the way down East Dr. Phil never greeted you without a smile.Better neighbors you couldn’t ask for. Phil and Ida and Michael and Carol are together again. Kathy Johnston Wojno

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Grace Mockler lit a candle

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Good evening, Thank you all for being here today as we honor and celebrate the life of Philip Bellamore, affectionately known to us as Moose. A nickname that I would be honored to know how it started if someone could share. Moose lived a full and remarkable life—a life filled with love, laughter, and accomplishments that left a mark on all of us. Even though Moose and Grandma faced unimaginable heartbreak with the loss of Michael and Carol, they pushed forward with strength and grace. They didn’t just survive—they found ways to make life beautiful, filling it with moments of joy, love, and connections, that we’ll treasure forever. Moose was an incredibly talented architect, and he took immense pride in his work. Even so much that our Christmas presents were always wrapped in his blue prints. I always loved hearing about the buildings he was a part of and the stories tied to them. He had an eye for design and detail, and it’s amazing to think about how his work still stands today as a testament to his skill and dedication. He also loved sharing stories about the Merrick home—the dirt roads, the memories, and the simpler times. Those stories brought his past to life for us, making us feel like we were right there with him, walking those dirt roads and building those cherished memories. But Moose wasn’t just defined by his career or his past. He was a man who lived fully in the present, finding joy in the little things. Whether it was playing stoop ball, hitting a tennis ball wrapped in Grandma’s stockings from the clothes line, or bocce ball games in the backyard, Moose turned ordinary moments into lifelong memories. For many of us, the Merrick apartment wasn’t just a home; it was a family landmark and stepping stone to the real world. At one time or another, several of us spent time under the same roof. Whether we were studying through law school, saving to get a house or taking care of grandma. And if anyone was wondering, yes, moose has it written down the dates of when we stayed. I still have my original contract hand written and signed on post it note. Swearing that I’d live upstairs. Looking back, it’s such a sweet reminder of the humor and love Moose brought into our lives. He had a way of showing his love through thoughtful gestures, like the notes he’d leave on the stairs or the time stamp of when the mail came. Whether they reminded us about the trash going out, to take the shovels out for the snow, or Grandma’s freshly baked cookies, or the instructions not to touch the walls. The most common when you get home stop down I need help with the computer or TV. Those small acts spoke volumes about how much he cared for us. And then there were the games post bowling league nights. My favorites “Eggies or No Eggies,” where even if I guessed wrong, Moose made sure I still walked away with $5 and grandma too. Of course, Moose wasn’t afraid to show his personality, either. Like the time I was having one of my “Grace moments” in the car, and he got so frustrated that he got into another car and flipped me off. It’s a story that still makes us laugh, because even in those moments, Moose’s humor and love always shone through. Moose wasn’t an outwardly emotional person, but his love was unmistakable. You could feel it in the stories he told, the lessons he taught, and the quiet ways he supported us. He was an incredible father, an amazing grandfather, and a proud great-grandfather. Moose was a Yankee fan to the core. I can still remember my first Yankees game. Moose told me to run down to the field during warmups to get a ball. Within five minutes, I was back, ball in hand. Waving it proudly. I’m not sure who was smiling more me or him that day. Listening to him tell stories of how he sold cracker jacks and beer, walking up and down the stairs and around the field. Today is a day of goodbyes, but it’s also a day of peace. This isn’t the end for Moose—it’s a beginning. He’s reuniting with Grandma, Michael, Carol, and all those who have been waiting to welcome him home. While our time with him has ended, it’s the start of his next chapter—a chapter filled with joy, reunion, and love. Before I close, I want to share the tradition Moose and I had. At the end of every conversation, I’d say, “Love you, Moose,” and he’d reply, “Yeah, talk soon.” So, I’ll say it one last time. Love you, Moose. Yeah, talk soon. Thank you.

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Mary Jeanne Campbell/Creamer lit a candle

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Remembering Phil……. I had the privilege of knowing Phil Bellmore my entire life. I moved to Merrick when I was 5 years old to 1641 East Drive with my parents and 2 brothers. I can honestly say I spent more time at 1600 East Drive at Ida and Phil Bellmore’s home. Looking back now it’s hard to wrap my head around all the time and decades that have passed by. It reminds me of Camelot – a time or era in life that is now lost, and we can only reflect now on the memories we shared together. Susan and I were and always will be the best of friends. Friendships like ours are special and priceless. Kids from our generation played hard – climbing trees, riding bikes (Susan always rode me around on her bike on the handlebars), endless games of Monopoly when it rained in their basement, kickball, hopscotch, Chinese Jump Rope – Us East Drive kids – No social media or Cell Phones. Susan & I looked identical when we were young girls. Big brown eyes with short pixie haircut. There were countless sleepovers in their basement. Phil worked in his office as an architect right next to where we played. I don’t know how he worked with all the chaos, but he did!! One day Susan and I decided to bake something. We went into Ida’s kitchen and mixed in a big bowl everything and anything we could find! We almost burned their house down and the funny part was Phil not being able to tell Susan and I apart so we both got his wrath!! Then there was the summer BBQ when Susan and I did our Bonnie & Clyde show. We practiced our skit downstairs next to Phils office and only God knows how he put up with our antics and noise! And then there was Mattituck. Endless days of sun and fun swinging from tires tied to ropes on trees and lots of BBQs. Paradise And then as always – time moves forward. Life has a way of bringing sometimes good or not so good times. I remember Ida and Phil surviving the unimaginable – the loss of both Michael and Carol. Dark days and nights. Susan and I both got married – had children and became nurses. Life turned down different avenues raising families of our own and entering in our profession in Nursing. Life got busy. Ida and Phil watched my 2 sons Sean and Daniel while I was at work. My kids loved being with the 2 of them. Ida fed them like Kings and Phil took them both out riding in his big red pick-up truck. It was like a time warp now having my own kids some of the childhood with the Bellmore’s – just like I did. How lucky was I! Thank you, my true friend Phil Bellmore, Mary Jeanne Campbell/Creamer

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Nancy Curry-Mancuso posted a condolence

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Our families were next-door neighbors for many years; my sister still being Phil's neighbor. We all go way back in years! When I think of Phil, I think of a family man, who was a good husband to his wife and a good father to his children. With sadness, I also think of the heartaches he endured during his lifetime, but he still remained a kind and strong man. He was lucky, though, to have a large, loving family supporting him. Whenever I saw Phil, he had a smile, kind hello or a wave! Merrick and the neighborhood will not be the same without him! I hope that he is reunited with his dear wife, Ida, and with Michael and Carol in heaven. Rest in Peace, Phil. Love, Nancy (Curry) Mancuso.

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Friday, December 27, 2024

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Friday, December 27, 2024

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