Ernest A. Lambert

Born: Fri., Sep. 19, 1924
Died: Tue., Jun. 13, 2017


Graveside Service

Location: St. Mary's Cemetery


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Milford- Ernest A. Lambert, 92, formerly of Uxbridge passed away Tues. June 13, 2017 at The Blaire House in Milford after a period of declining health. He is survived by 3 children; Ernest A. Lambert Jr. of SC, Russell R. Lambert of Worcester and Heidi Ann Lambert Bell and her husband Ed of Milford, a step daughter Cassandra Quintanal of Holliston, 7 grandchildren,  many great grandchildren, 2 sisters Blanche Lee of Mendon, and Annette Lussier of Hopedale. Ernest was predeceased by his first wife Madeline Blair and his second wife Ann W. Shea. He was also predeceased by a step son Christopher Quintanal, 2 brothers William and Roland Lambert.

Born on Sept. 19, 1924 in North Uxbridge, he was the son of William A. Lambert Sr. and Blanche Lajoie and was educated at the Good Shepherd Parochial School as well as Uxbridge High School. He entered into the Navy in 1942 and was Honorably Discharged in 1946. During WWII he served in the Pacific Theater. He was a Gunners Mate 2c in the amphibious force taking part in many invasions in the South and Southwest Pacific and in the Philippines. After the war he married Madeline Blair and they settled in Uxbridge, and had his 2 sons. He later married Ann Shea of Holliston and they were married 36 years until her death in 2002. Ernest worked for 40 years for the former Whitin Machine Works retiring in 1986. He loved and enjoyed all his family activities, he also enjoyed hiking, gardening, and in his younger years ice skating and swimming.

His Graveside Funeral Service with Full Military honors will be held on Sat. June 24, 2017 at 11am. in St. Mary’s Cemetery, Granite St., Uxbridge. Arrangements are being handled by Tancrell- Jackman Funeral Home, 35 Snowling Rd., Uxbridge. There are no calling hours. In lieu of flowers, donations in Ernest’s memory may be made to: Compassionate Care Hospice, 800 West Cummings Park Suite 3100 Woburn, MA 01801.

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Don Frabotta
   Posted Thu June 15, 2017
(Cousin) Ernest will be greatly missed. He was always such a kind person to all around.
In the growing up days on Yale Street, I remember when he and his brothers were in "the war" and how Aunt B and Uncle Bill would talk about them. I do remember his smile and laugh.
Years later when I BRIEFLY worked at "the Shop" in the Gear Department, I remember he and Roland on their machines.
He and his brothers and sisters were always very special to my mother, their aunt.
I remember the chatty visits at St Mary's cemetery when he and cousin Blanche and I found ourselves there "visiting" and remembering the ancestors all buried there. And, now he'll be there.
My sincere condolences to all in his family. I hope to see you all at the cemetery.

Carol Lambert
   Posted Mon June 19, 2017
Dad was the most amazing father-in-law and grandfather. His love for all of us was something I will never forget. His laugh, his hugs, his smile....were always the things that stand out in my mind. His acceptance of me into the family was immediate and wonderful. I will greatly miss him but he will forever be foremost in my memories of the family.

Pamela Lambert Garron
   Posted Mon June 19, 2017
Dear Uncle Ernest, Your quiet ways and pleasant smile will be sadly missed. I enjoyed stopping by and visiting you in your later years. Our condolences to Ernie and Russell and other family members. Our thought and prayers are with you and for Uncle Ernest.

Jennifer Madeline Lambert
   Posted Tue June 20, 2017
It surely goes without saying, yet I find myself needing to say it just now: We’ve lost someone truly special in Grandpa Lambert, one of the gentlest and noblest people I’ve ever known. It will be very difficult to say farewell, for all who knew him, but I hope there will be a measure of comfort found in saying it together.

The first time I met Grandpa Lambert, shortly after my arrival into this world, he remarked to my father, Russell Roland, how incredible it seemed to him that his infant granddaughter had come along a full century after the birth of his own grandmother, Ida Labonte (“La belle”), and on the very same day that she wed his grandfather, Joseph D. Lambert Junior, a fellow sometimes called Dominique, perhaps to avoid confusion with Senior. They were married in Uxbridge on May 23, 1898 – and I was born on this day exactly 82 years later. My father has shared this story with me a few times over the years, and each time it’s always managed to capture my imagination, the past reaching forward through the veil of time to remind me of those who came before, and warn of how the years will fleet away and surpass us.

Throughout my childhood, visiting Grandpa and Nanna Ann at the family home in Milford always stirred in me this same sense of wonder and wistfulness – from the marvelous stories told around the dining room table, the chats over tea and steaming hot Ovaltine in the kitchen, the relaxed gatherings in the front room among its singular furnishings evoking the spirit of revolution and the birth of our nation (oh, how I loved that room), to the walks through the gardens circling the house to first admire Grandpa’s vegetable patch and then the gorgeous array of flowers and lush greenery Nanna always coaxed from the earth with such love and dedication – these are memories I cherish.

Everyone who knew Grandpa even casually surely knows just what I mean when I say once more that he was truly one of the kindest, humblest, and most honorable men I’ve ever known. He was the sort of grandfather who took the time to fashion from wood a lovely doll’s cradle and a diminutive rocking chair fit for a young girl who was only just discovering what would eventually become a lifelong joy of sitting down to read, and he did all of this using his own two hands. I can still see myself on the day he presented me with the cradle, a tiny blonde whirling ‘round like a would-be music box ballerina in my white tutu in the front room while Grandpa sat looking on and laughing in his wonderfully warm and slightly mischievous way (you know the laugh, and it was the best). I remain in possession of these gifts even today, more than three decades after I received them, which speaks not only to Grandpa’s care and craftsmanship but also to how much I have always treasured them. The beautiful little rocking chair is sitting across the room from me as I write this, a bit worn by time, but still in good condition. Each time I look at it I feel once more that pull, that sense of the past beckoning even as it serves as testament that some things can and do last a long while, indeed – some, perhaps, may even seek to last as long as time itself allows.

Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you for being precisely who you were, and for imbuing all of us with a little touch of the magic that made you so inimitable, and so irreplaceable.

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