With a life that spanned 2 centuries, Alice Hogan (nee Prifogle) was fueled by pots of cowboy drip coffee while raising 7 children in Whippany, New Jersey.
Born in Hibbing, Minnesota, raised in Connersville, Indiana; Alice passed away peacefully of natural causes at the ripe old age of 95+ years in Morris County, New Jersey.
Growing up during the Great Depression influenced Alice’s thriftiness and ingenuity for stretching a dollar; or even pennies as reflected in her numerous letters home while at Ball State University. Being the first in her family to attend college, she delighted and excelled in music, art, academics and a very active social life while studying nursing. With patriotic fervor, her goal of serving in the military post graduation was thwarted by the ending of WWII.
Instead, her adventuresome spirit took her east to Jersey City, NJ to work as an RN at the Margaret Hague Maternity Hospital. She met her future husband on a blind date. Married and fulfilling her desire for many children, she raised Jon (Gavee), Jimmy, Martin (Karen), Christine (Thomas), Noreen (Suzanne), David, and Patty (Thomas).
Alice took delight in her 13 grandchildren and hosted many memorable sleepovers, which included playing pinball, baking, card games and the backyard playhouse. Grandma will be missed by Carly, Stacy, Kim, Abby, Zack, Tambra, Nicholas, Taryn, Timmy, James, Chelsea, Daniel and Stephanie.
Mom was passionate about gardening, American history, music from the 60s and 70s; and as an accomplished cook and baker she instilled this love to all of her children. She was on a bowling league and part of a neighborhood bridge club for many years. As a big NY Mets fan, she’d follow the games while ironing and doing other endless household chores. She loved all aspects of Halloween, including sewing creative costumes and dressing up. Curiously, she was permissive towards her kids going out for Mischief Night leading up to Trick-or-Treating.
Alice’s sense of adventure was satisfied when she purchased a pop-up camper to travel all over the country visiting National Parks and historic sites with the 4 youngest kids. On a memorable trip in the early ‘70s to the Grand Canyon, word got out that a fifty-year-old (!) woman was going to hike to the bottom “alone with her children”. A park ranger visited the campsite to ensure we were well prepared for a 2-day hike in the desert. As the lone driver on these travels, Alice needed a break and would sometimes find a peaceful graveyard to nap in while the kids played. Alice loved swimming in the ocean, and clad in a rubber swim cap, she would float on her back as the waves flowed under her relaxed body at the shore at Beach Haven.
Though non-verbal in her final years, it was reported that she would pray aloud late at night. Her Catholic devotion provided peace to Alice and her loved ones.