SCARBOROUGH – Juliette Libby Holladay passed away peacefully on Saturday June 18, 2022, three days after her 96th birthday, surrounded by her loved ones. She was a fighter to the very end, retaining her charming wit, endearing sass, and relentless stubbornness. Although the shock of her passing brings sadness to all who knew and loved her, it is very comforting to know that she lived her life to the fullest.
Daughter of Antonio Breton and Eva Rivard Breton, Julie was born on June 15, 1926. As a child, she loved going to summer camp, painting, taking Sunday walks with her parents and flying to New York with her granddaughter. -father to attend the opera. She attended Catholic elementary schools and later graduated from Lewiston High School. She then earned her BA in Fine Arts at Rivier College, followed by graduate studies at the University of Maine Orono and Columbia University.
While working as an art director for the city of South Portland, she met Robert Dwight Libby, “Bob”, a teacher and coach in the school system. After fending off several other suitors, she made the right decision to accept his marriage proposal and the couple married on August 27, 1955, beginning a life together filled with happiness and love. They were blessed with three children and many wonderful friends. Julie chose to stay home to raise the family, but continued to dabble in art, constantly finding ways to add sparks of creativity and surprise to everyday life in her many creations. His dynamic spark and artistic nature continued throughout his life.
Sharing their love for the sea, the family moved to Danforth Cove. During the summers, they spent hours on the beach at Prouts Neck, arriving early in the morning and leaving at dusk. Bob’s teaching scholarships at Princeton University, Loretta Heights College in Denver, Colorado and Seattle University took them for three long summers and they crossed the country exploring the United States and returning to Canada, amazed by all there was to see. They spent their winters skiing the slopes of Mount Abram and skating on the ponds. Julie and Bob had four couples with whom they were very close, often getting together to play bridge, drink Canadian Club and Canada Dry ginger ale and laugh and laugh and laugh. The couples also traveled to Isle Au Haut for a week each year.
After her children were left alone, Julie traveled extensively across Europe, enjoying the wealth of history, art, walking and riverboat cruises. She always found joy in the simple pleasures of life, like sipping tea in Turkey while planning to buy rugs, dining at a cafe in Paris, or browsing a flea market in Rome. She continued to rediscover the pleasure of things she had put on hold while raising a family.
An avid reader and opera lover, there were few things that brought Julie more happiness than listening to the sounds of “Madame Butterfly”, “La Bohème”, “Faust” and “Carmen” on Saturday afternoons. . She also found joy for many years delivering books from the South Portland Library to the elderly in nearby nursing homes. Her love of embroidery, cooking, watercolor painting, gardening and being by the ocean were some of the many joys of life she was able to pass on to her little ones. -children. His favorite French proverb was “the taste of color should not be discussed”
While most would consider it lucky to have one true love in life, she was lucky to have had two. Two decades after the untimely passing of her beloved Bob, Julie moved to Boothbay Harbor to care for her daughter, Kate. Always ready for the next adventure, she enrolled in a watercolor class on Monhegan Island, where she met Louis Phillippe Holladay, III, another artist and avid sailor and bridge player. She was around 70 and he was barely 90. The two exchanged love letters and eventually married in February 2003. During their brief marriage, they shared wonderful company, traveling the Caribbean and sailing the cold waters alone. from mid-coast Maine, until November.
Julie had an affinity for the perfect martini, raw oysters from Damariscotta, a sip of brandy, the fresh lobster delivered by her hardworking son, Michael, whose propensity for telling comedic stories kept her young at heart, and the raisin rum ice cream. .” She cherished the art of her daughter, Kate (Kate Libby Calendars) throughout her life. She deeply appreciated her daughter, Mary’s creative writing, and her interests in art, design, and a sense of style.
Julie was predeceased by her parents; his sister, Muriel; her husband, Bob; daughter, Kate Libby; Lou Holladay; and his dear friends Rose and Eddie Flaherty, Mary and Bobby Graff and Beverly and Bill Cunnane.
She is survived by her daughter, Mary Elizabeth Libby, South Portland, her son, Michael Libby, Gorham; eight grandchildren, Jack Lombard and his wife Sadie, Cape Elizabeth, William Lombard and his wife Caroline, Atlanta, Georgia, Anna Lombard, South Portland, Kate Libby and her husband Matthew, Pennsylvania, Ryan Libby, Scarborough, Adam Libby and his wife Brooke, Gorham, Taryn Libby, Gorham, and Thomas Cornell, Boothbay Harbor. She also leaves behind 10 great-grandchildren, Quentin and Harrison Lombard, Libby and William Lombard Jr., Haisel and June McGeachey, Scout Foster and Callen, Emelia and Lillie Libby. She also leaves to mourn her dear friends Evelyn Marcus, Katherine Farnsworth, Suzanne and Buzzie Schneider, Reenie Patterson and Patricia Benson, as well as the many friends she made during her last decade as a Piper resident. Shores.
Julie’s family express their gratitude and thanks to the teams at Southern Maine Hospice and Piper Shores, for helping them care for Julie until the end of her life.
A Resurrection Mass will be held July 26 at Holy Cross Church in South Portland at 10 a.m. with a celebration of life to be announced.
Condolences can be expressed to the family at http://www.HobbsFuneralHome.com.
Instead of flowers, the family asks you to do something nice for a loved one or for yourself. Take a long walk on the beach, jump into the ocean, buy that piece of art you’ve always dreamed of, read a good book… take a minute to enjoy this precious thing we call life.