September 26, 1949 - November 13, 2024
Helen P. Davis, 75, of Hamilton, passed away peacefully on Wednesday, November 13, 2024 at Rosehill Assisted Living in Robbinsville, while surrounded by the love of her family.
Born in Trenton, NJ she was a lifelong Trenton/Hamilton area resident. Helen was employed with the Hamilton Township School District and retired after 25 years of service. She taught Kindergarten at Langtree Elementary School for the last 20 years. She was a member of the Hamilton Squares Senior Citizens Club. She loved her family, especially her grandchildren. She enjoyed the time spent caring for her grandchildren, attending the plays and their sporting events.
Predeceased by her parents, Peter and Florence (Davidson) Polizzi; she is survived by her beloved husband of 50 years, Robert W. Davis, III; her 3 children, Kelly (Scott) McKelvey, Tracie Davis and Robert (Lea) Davis; a sister, Fran (George) Price; 4 grandchildren, Caitlin, Cassidy, Robert and Cole; a niece, Jennifer (Anthony) Mungioli; a nephew, Richard (Jennifer) Price; as well as many other family members and dear friends.
Funeral services will be held on Friday, November 22, 2024 from 10:00 a.m. – 11:00 a.m. at the Buklad-Merlino Yardville Memorial Home, 30 Yardville-Allentown Road, Yardville.
A gathering for her family and friends will be held from 10:00 a.m. until the time of service.
Interment will follow at the Brig. General Wm. C. Doyle Veterans Memorial Cemetery,
North Hanover Twp., NJ.
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