Stella Sullivan of Santa Rosa Beach, Fla., and formerly of Dunwoody, Ga., died peacefully Sept. 16, 2012, at the age of 88. She was born Oct. 12, 1923, in Vandergrift, Penn., and was the daughter of Ukrainian immigrants Anthony and Anna Hayduk.
Stella and her late husband, Joe, lived in Syracuse, N.Y., before moving to Dunwoody in 1964. A beloved wife, mother and grandmother, she was an avid golfer and a member of Cherokee Country Club, where she spent her spare time pursuing the “Perfect Swing.” As a member of St. Jude’s Catholic Church, she devoted much of her time to the church and her religion.
Stella was preceded in death by her husband, Joseph M. Sullivan, and son, John P. Sullivan.
She is survived by her son, Father Joseph M. Sullivan, Jr., of Colton, Wash.; son and daughter-in-law, Jim and Bo Sullivan of Santa Rosa Beach; grandchildren, Martin and Margo; and extended granddaughter, Camille.
She was generous and loving and filled our lives with many wonderful memories that the family will cherish forever.
Funeral services were held Sept. 22 at Patterson’s Arlington Chapel, Sandy Springs, Ga. Interment followed at Arlington Memorial Park, Sandy Springs, Ga.
Barry Chester Drewes
Barry Chester Drewes, affectionately known as “Captain Barry,” of Seagrove Beach, died suddenly on Sept. 10.
He is survived by his wife of 19 years, Arthlenda Lee-Drewes of Seagrove Beach; daughter, Britt Drewes Farrar (husband Bill) of Richmond, Va.; grandson, Sam Farrar; sister, Susan Minich of Cocoa Beach, Fla.; sister-in-law, Audrey Neal of Seagrove Beach; and a great number of nieces, nephews, great nieces, great nephews and one great, great niece, living from one side of the country to the other.
Barry was born April 23, 1949, to Chester and Mildred Drewes in Orange, N. J. An alumnus of St. Bernard’s School in Gladstone, N. J., and the University of Richmond, Richmond, Va., Barry became a general contractor and homebuilder by trade.
His true love was anything near water becoming a commercial diver, licensed boat captain, and a fisherman for life. Barry was a Harley rider for 20 years, an avid golfer and enjoyed every activity that came his way from playing the harmonica to being a member of the Single Action Shooting Society (S.A.S.S.). He loved his animals and will be mourned by Willie, Coal and Ozzie.
Barry told a great story and never met a stranger. His friendships lasted a lifetime as best friends Hugh Boyle, Alan Pollack, and Cary Herp can attest.
A private memorial on the water is pending.