Patricia

December 22, 1937 ~ August 7, 2020

Born in: Akron, OH
Resided in: New Franklin, OH

Patricia A. Lantz, 82, passed away Friday, August 7, 2020.

She was born in Akron. She enjoyed bowling, knitting, water skiing, car shows, camping. Pat was a member of Prince of Peace Catholic Church.

She is survived by her husband of 60 years Bill; sisters-in-law Susie Nixon-Stanik, Mitzie (Mike) Kernan and many nieces and nephews.

Mass of Christian Burial will be held Wednesday, August 12, 2020, 11:00 am at Prince of Peace Catholic Church, 1263 Shannon Ave., Norton, where the family will receive friends from 10:00 am until the time of service. Interment Holy Cross Cemetery. In lieu of flowers donations may be made to the American Cancer Society.

Services

Family Viewing: August 12, 2020 10:00 am - August 12, 2020 11:00 am

Prince of Peace Catholic Church
1263 Shannon Ave.
Norton, OH 44203

(330) 825-9543

Mass: August 12, 2020 11:00 am - August 12, 2020 12:00 pm

Prince of Peace Catholic Church
1263 Shannon Ave.
Norton, OH 44203

(330) 825-9543

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  1. Aunt Pat,
    Thank you so much for being you. Thank you for being a second mom to me and my girls. Hard to believe sometimes that you and Mom were sisters because you are so different and yet the same. Loved getting together for the holidays, they definitely won’t be the same. Blessed to have you as my aunt. “ Holy Toledo Andy!” Always in my heart. Love ya lots, Becky xoxo

  2. Aunt Pat – while you will be missed in our world, I know your reunion with my Mom and your own Mom and Dad in heaven was oh so sweet.

    Thank you for being that one-of-a-kind, lively, strong-willed and caring aunt in my life. While we grew apart as life took me to live in a different place away from my own sisters – it was comforting to know that you were there for Denise, and especially Becky, when family needed to be there for them.

    I remember visits to see you at Polsky’s at an age when a trip to downtown Akron was like going to a big city. I didn’t understand that Polsky’s was where you worked, I just thought it was where you hung out when you didn’t want to be at home. I remember breakfasts with Santa, going through the Polsky’s Christmas Wonderlands, meeting the Claus’ as well as seeing all the Polsky and O’Neill’s Christmas windows. My childhood was richer for having had you in it. Thank you.

    I also remember spending time at your house and fishing out of the pond out back, but somehow never catching anything. Was that something to just keep me occupied or did fish really live in that pond?
    This week I came across Belitsky family reunion photos at Uncle Frankie’s house. You and Uncle Bill had brought out your purple dune-buggy. You took pictures of us three girls by his Japanese coy pond and told us to “pose like movie stars”.

    You held nothing back when asked for your opinion. I learned early on to never ask you (or anyone) for their opinion if not prepared for what the answer might be. Heck, sometimes the opinion was put out there without ever having to ask you. Having you as my aunt was a bundle life lessons, especially what not to say on many an occasion. Flashbacks to repeating some of what you said was cause for Mom to have a maternal meltdown for which discipline was dispensed. “I don’t care what your Aunt said, don’t you ever say that word again” was the stern lecture dished out on more than one occasion. The Eddie Murphy elevator story you told us once will live in family lore forever.

    I was too young and only vaguely remember watching you bowl on a league with Mom at that bowling alley on Waterloo Road; and there was that one time when you and Uncle Bill took me boating out on Portage Lakes. I didn’t have fun and I think it was having to put on and wear the bright orange life jacket before we even left the dock that was the culprit. I didn’t understand the importance of water safety when boating and why I had to wear such an ugly thing. To this day I still hate the color orange and never wear it.

    I’m glad you and Uncle Bill were there to share in surprising Denise with her 50th birthday gift. I still have the video and can hear you happily cackle in the background as all was revealed to her.

    I recall the candy dishes around your house (and only being allowed to partake of their contents if you offered to me – there was no “helping yourself”). I remember your love of nature and animals; bird-watching out the window, your love of lilies, growing zucchinis and other veggies, the mystery of all those clam shells in your backyard (because you said they must have fallen from the sky), the delight of butterflies, love of wiener dogs, and your uniquely decorated flower beds.

    You were a Belitsky before becoming a Lantz, and I’m proud of that branch in my ancestral tree (even with the one limb we can’t prune away and talk about). I regret we never said “I love you” enough (another life lesson).

    Rest in peace now Aunt Pat. Becky and I will carry on your spirited legacy as best we can, minus a few of those words in our lexicon.

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