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Connie Bizer Her funeral was Sunday, May 18, at Grace Church, at 1 pm. Visiting hours (The Vigil) were Saturday, May 17, from 6 to 8 pm at Grace Church. Connie requested that in lieu of flowers, contributions be made to an education fund for her daughter, Bernadette. Connie was a wonderful observer and writer. If you have any poetry or prose in her memory, or can share your memories of her, please click here: Constance Bizer It will be added to a memorial place on our website. Constance lived in Madison for 11 years, and was one of the original members of the book club. She was married to Dietrich Bizer and besides her daughter Bernadette, she had a son, Daniel Waingarten and a stepson, Christian Bizer. Connie worked at the Madison Public Library for eight years. She worked in the Children's Services Department and established the Reading Partners Program jointly with the Kirby Children's Center. She was on the teen advisory board and established monthly coffee houses highlighting teen musicians from Madison. In the past few years, she was Program and Public Relations coordinator for the library where she presented lectures featuring local speakers and artists. She was also appointed to the Senior Advisory Committee by the Mayor as the library representative, and wrote and edited the Friends of the Library Newsletter. Constance was also involved with the Playwrights Theatre of New Jersey, the Madison Arts and Cultural Alliance, the Madison Alliance Against Substance Abuse, and was a member of Kiwanis. Constance was a writer of plays and essays, a talented painter and charcoal sketch artist, cartoonist and pianist. She was also a wonderful cook. After a beautiful service at Grace Church (for which Bernadette sang in her astonishing, lovely voice) Constance's ashes were interred in the beautiful garden behind the church. Read what Constance wrote about Beth Korsgaard's passing, and her memories about the past. She will be remembered for her gentle, supportive nature, and kind heart. There will never be anyone like her. Words cannot say how much we will miss her.
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