If ever there was a life well-lived — and well-loved — it was that of Mary (Murphy) Curran, who passed away peacefully at home on October 9, 2025, surrounded by her devoted family. She was 97, and true to her mischievous wit, she left us just one day shy of her 72nd wedding anniversary — likely so she could make her entrance in heaven right on time for a wedding dance with her beloved husband, Sean.

Born on August 12, 1928, in Kinturk, County Clare, Ireland, Mary was the eldest of eight children — seven girls and one boy. As the oldest, she learned early how to lead and labor in equal measure, working alongside her father on the family farm, tending cattle and bringing goods to market. That mix of strength, good humor, and resourcefulness would serve her for nearly a century to come.

In January 1949, Mary crossed the Atlantic to begin a new life in America, sponsored by her father’s uncle. She landed in Detroit and, like many young Irish immigrants of the time, got her start cleaning houses in the suburbs of Grosse Pointe. Ever modest but quietly proud, she liked to note that she once cleaned the home of Henry Ford himself — “a fair day’s work for a fair day’s wage,” as she’d put it.

Just weeks before her departure from Ireland, Mary attended a house dance, where she met the tall and dashing Sean Curran. Their courtship bloomed through letters across the Atlantic, and by May of 1949 Sean, too, had set sail for America in pursuit of his paramour. They reunited in Detroit, became engaged in 1951 (just before Sean was drafted into the Korean War), moved to Rochester, NY, and were married on October 10, 1953. Together, they raised four children — one daughter and three sons — and built a home that was always open, warm, and filled with laughter, music, and the smell of something delicious simmering on the stove.

Mary and Sean were beloved fixtures in Rochester’s Irish community, especially the Harps Club.  They hosted countless gatherings and welcomed new family arrivals from Ireland, some of whom stayed for years while finding their footing in a new country. Though she missed her family back home, Mary was a proud American, often declaring that the United States was “the best country on Earth.”

Mary was a woman of boundless spirit, deep faith, and legendary culinary instinct. She never wrote down a recipe — a tragic loss to future generations — yet somehow could make a piece of shoe leather taste like filet mignon. Her famous Christmas fruitcakes were pre-soaked in whiskey (her secret weapon) and distributed to friends near and far, who waited eagerly for their annual delivery.

She adored her pool, her Oldsmobile, and a good afternoon at Sibley’s. She loved Myrtle Beach, word searches, and dropping in on open houses to gather remodeling ideas. She cherished her grandchildren and spent more than four decades doting on them, teaching them kindness, resilience, and the art of laughing at oneself. And she never missed an opportunity to dance — especially at the ceilis that filled her home and heart with joy.

In 2008, at the age of 79, Mary suffered a stroke that left her in a wheelchair for the remaining 17 years of her life. Yet she never lost her faith or her optimism; she believed — genuinely — that she would someday walk again. In those later years, she was surrounded by loving caretakers who became extended family, bringing light, laughter, and companionship, particularly after Sean’s passing in 2015. Deepest gratitude to Pam, Laurie, Amanda, Brianna, Michelle, Elaine, and so many other caring helpers who illuminated Mary’s days. They were a blessing to her, and they will forever be held dear in her family’s hearts. Special thanks to the Rochester General Hospital Hospice team, particularly Jodi and Erzsi, who provided compassionate guidance in the final stages of Mary’s remarkable journey.

Mary lived with grace, grit, and an unshakable sense of humor. She leaves behind a legacy of warmth and welcome — of doors always open, meals always shared, and hearts always lifted. Her family finds comfort in imagining her now reunited with Sean, her parents, her siblings, and her many friends — undoubtedly organizing a party somewhere above, fruitcake and all.

Mary is predeceased by her parents, Patrick and Catherine Murphy; beloved husband, John P. “Sean” Curran; and siblings, Josephine Murphy, Margaret Harvey and Catherine Mulhern. She leaves behind four loving children, Mary (Robert) Menz, Shawn (Susan), Michael (Jennifer) and Kevin (Katherine); ten grandchildren, Sean (Sarah), Sheila & Siobhan (Robert Marron) Menz, Kelly (Blake) Mason & Conner (Rachael) Curran, Makenna & Kaitlyn Curran, Brooke, Brenna, & Carson Curran; seven great-grandchildren, Olivia, Brendan & Liam Menz, Max & Molly Mason, John Curran Marron and Tyler Curran. She is also survived by siblings Bridget Kennedy, Michael (Mary) Murphy and Christina (Maurice) Carroll in Ireland, and Carmel (Stephen) Mason in England; and many loving nieces and nephews.

Friends and family are invited to attend a Funeral Mass at 10:30 a.m. on Friday, October 17 at Holy Trinity Church, 1460 Ridge Road, Webster.  Interment, Holy Trinity Cemetery.  In lieu of flowers, memorials may be directed to Webster HOPE, 1450 Ridge Rd. Webster, NY 14580.