Jeanne Pramaggiore

Jeanne Gertrude Pramaggiore (nee Beenders passed away Friday afternoon, September 12th 2025 surrounded by family at the age of 88. She was born March 12th, 1937, in Brooklyn, New York, daughter of the late Reinhardt and Ada Beenders‍

Jeanne was preceded in death by her husband of 43 years, Rudolph Pramaggiore; Loving mother of Donna Pramaggiore, Victor (Kimberly) Pramaggiore, Angela Pramaggiore, and Rita (Roger) Williams Cherished grandmother of Morgan and Mitchell Williams, Lara and Elizabeth Mitzka, and Alec and Nick Pramaggiore. Dear sister of Richard and Robert Beenders. Sister-in-law of the late Alfred (Jeanne) Pramaggiore. Also survived by nieces and nephews, John, Robert, Dawn, Ricky, Tracy, Anne and Maria.

Jeanne was a gentle and sweet soul. Her laugh disarming, her smile embracing. Her passion was spending time with her children and later, her grandchildren. She was an amazing artist who spent much of her time after Rudy passed perfecting her crafts and paintings.

Words cannot express how grateful and blessed we are to have had the care & support of all the staff from the Ashton at Anderson, Jamie, Amanda & Todd from Grace Hospice, and her loving and amazing caregivers Astrida, Toinetta, Corry & Gladys.

‍A celebration of life will be held from 2-5 p.m. Saturday, September 20th, 2025, at the Williams residence.

Eulogy by Victor Pramaggiore 

My mom was the sweetest soul.

She grew up in Brooklyn and met our father in the late 50s. They moved to Cincinnati and began their lives very quickly with four children in five years. Dad was travelling quite a bit in the early years so imagine raising four children almost single handedly with little money. I don’t ever remember her complaining or yelling at all…. Ok, perhaps yelling at me ; the only boy with three sisters – and I think I most of it was deserved. We were also raised in an era when I could leave the house at 10am on a Saturday and as long as I was home for dinner, I was good – that left a lot of time for mom to decompress perhaps.

I remember Summers very fondly. Mom would load us all up in the station wagon and take us to the YMCA almost every day. She would pack up our lunches and snacks, cover us head to toe in SPF 200 ( you know – the white paste ) and let us run amok… but not until we had our swim lessons. She made sure we all had achieved shark status.

We moved to West Virginia in 1979. A small town of 7,000. Mom didn’t complain. As if things weren’t hard enough, shortly after we moved, dad had a stroke and was left partially paralyzed. He was in bed for months as he recuperated. Mom didn’t complain. She took on more responsibilities. She had never written a check in ger life up to that point. Now she was tasked with managing bills, doctors, being a caregiver in addition to managing a household in a city she had just moved to.

At the time when you are in it, you have no clue as a kid what it took to keep it all together. Now I look back on this accomplishment – in addition to getting all four kids through college and can only wonder if I would have been able to do the same in her shoes.

Dad passed in 02. Mom was on her own for the first time. She was in her early 60s -all of her kids grown up with families of their own, she was very happy. She focused on her grandkids and threw herself into arts and crafts. She was so talented. She took this new arts and crafts passion and shared it with as many people as she could through teaching and displays.

Mom has had a great life. Mom was a gentle soul.

When I look back now on what she achieved and the children she raised, I can only marvel and beam with pride to call her my mom.