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Foley, John F. "Jack" Passed away Monday, February 28, 2011, at the age of 69 years. Preceded in death by his beloved wife, Patricia (nee Rutkowski), and also his sons, Jon and Joel. Loving father of Julie, Jeanne (special friend Scott), Jim and Janet (Troy) Baer. Dear grandfather of Marisa, Paul, Corina, Natalie, Ava and Addison. Great- grandfather of Logan. Brother of Midge (David) Purcell and Kathy (Jack) Wiley. Also survived by nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. A Funeral Service will be held Saturday at the FUNERAL HOMES at 11:30AM. Family will receive friends from 9:30AM until the time of service. Interment Saturday, March 12, at 11AM, at Holy Sepulcher Cemetery. Jack was the Vice-Principal of Greenfield High School for many years and will be missed by many. www.heritagefuneral.com
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Sandy Rizzo-Jacobson
Whenever the subject of leIsure suits comes up in conversation, I get a vivid picture of Mr. Foley wearing his bright yellow suit and white shoes.Larry Ganschow
Jack Foley made a (deal? pact?) with Bob Fowler in 1979 to "set me up" for my 3rd marijuana bust & consequent expulsion from the class of 1980. (Years later, Bob Fowler admitted to me his part in this.) Inasmuch as I can claim a form of entrapment, anyone who knew me, also knew I was as guilty as sin.
Even in 1979, the World was tough on a guy without a High School Diploma. I learned that God's greatest gift for the addict / alcohol is pain. And Jack Foley was one of the persons (appointed?) to hold me accountable for my folly. When drug abuse caused me to lose my job at New Berlin's Lane Punch Corporation, I decided to obtain my High School Diploma returning to School with the GHS class of 1981.
I found myself in a strange dynamic: I somehow wanted to (earn? win?) Jack Foley's approval despite my seriously adversarial conflict around my 1979 expulsion. After my 1985 (conversion?) to Alcoholics Anonymous & starting a career as a Substance Abuse counselor, I volunteered as a speaker several times at GHS, seeking Jack Foley out. Jack did not want to see that classic A.A. "coin" that demarked ongoing years of sobriety success.
I was able to (win?) some form of (approval? acknowledgement?) of my recovery turn-around from Mr. Benevides, ...clearly I never did from Jack Foley. ( I still struggle to comprehend why it mattered so much to me? I suppose I was seeking some sort of an amends. I also suppose, because I am typing this, that I still am. )
Bitterness (I learned) is a sin. Jack Foley's disrupting my criminal activity of selling drugs within Greenfield High School is something that (now my being almost 50 years old) is something I am somehow grateful for. I was an irresponsible "party guy" that was frankly a menace to society and a detriment to those around me.
Rest in peace, Jack Foley. If it was not for the pain of my irresponsible folly, and Jack's holding me accountable for my criminal enterprise, I doubt I ever would have repented or sobered up.