1915 – 2004

ALBANY TOWNSHIP – Ernest E. Westleigh, 88, died on Jan. 20, at his home in Albany Twp., with his loving family by his side.

Born in Mason Township., Nov. 15, 1915, the son of Lura E. and Thomas E. Westleigh, he married Marjorie L. Tibbetts on July 19, 1941.

Together they raised their children teaching them love, respect and the value of family, as well as many life skills. Their marriage of 62 years endured hardships as well as many joys. Though a humble man of little means, his wealth was his family.

Survivors include his loving wife, Marjorie; daughters, Charlotte Avanzato and husband, Ronald of Hiram, Lenora Conger and husband, Kevin Sr. of New Gloucester, Lydia Westleigh of Albany, Roxanne Fields and husband, Francis of Harrison and Heidi Westleigh of Albany; sons, Ernest R. Westleigh of West Paris, Skip Westleigh and wife, Allene of Denmark, Eugene Westleigh and wife, Helena of Alna, Francis Westleigh and wife, Sally of Bethel, Richard Westleigh and wife, Linda of Rumford and Zane Westleigh and wife, Wendi of Poland; 26 grandchildren; five stepgrandchildren; 27 great-grandchildren; 11 stepgreat-grandchildren; and three great-great-grandchildren.

He was predeceased by a son, Dale; daughters, Lorena and Bethany; and great-granddaughter, Christie Lynn Avanzato.

“My Puppa” by Rebecca Lynn Rivard for her loving Puppa. Like the warm and gentle breezes of summer, you faded into a mild fall and then to a barren winter. But even in those cold days that would be an end, you brought love back into a family that loved you in return. A bright light among mere men, you shine with the balance of a red Indian summer sunset. Hands like leather that could turn to creamy butter in the instant of needed comfort. A man with much devotion to family, friends, and animals. As a husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather and great great-grandfather, you were the family’s pillar of strength. You will be sadly missed, but we know you are in a better place, so sleep my dearest Puppa, and feel no more pain, have no worries for we will all meet again.