Jane Andrews Cirillo

Jane Andrews Cirillo, 75, born April 9, 1951, at Nathan Littauer Hospital in Gloversville, New York, passed away on June 29, 2026, at Nathan Littauer after a long battle with diabetes. She was the daughter of William V. Andrews and Edith Dean Andrews.

Jane is survived by her sister, Barbara (Roy) Fetter of Mariaville Lake, New York; her brother, Bill (Darla) Andrews of Gloversville, New York; her half-brother, Martin Andrews of Gloversville, New York; her sister-in-law, Loretta Oliver of Long Island, New York; her nephews, Lee (Amy) LaGrange of Guilderland, New York, Frank (Mary) Oliver of Long Island, New York, Gus (Jen) Dockstader of Lake Placid, New York, Todd Dockstader of Broadalbin, New York, and Paul Andrews; and her nieces, Jolyn Dockstader of Texas, Cindy Dockstader of Amsterdam, New York, Danielle (Jr.) Maloney of Gloversville, New York, and Christina (Tim) Cumpan of Gloversville, New York.

Jane lived a very full life. Every weekend during the summer, she could be found at beautiful Mariaville Lake, water skiing or simply floating on a tube. Jane was always in charge of the food "picnic". She loved grilling and always had enough food for the five of us (more like she had enough for 15). Jane was always about the food. She would say "the more the better".

As a young girl, Jane spent her days at Littauer Pool. That is where she met her husband, Joe. At the time, she was 12 years old and he was 15. I can remember when Joe became a lifeguard and Jane pushed him into the deep end of the pool. All you could see was his floating lifeguard hat. That was Jane, 100 percent. Joe really disliked her then, but that day Jane told me she was going to marry that boy. I just listened. Well, they were married for 55 years. I guess Joe got used to Jane's ways, never knowing what she might do next.

Jane also became a lifeguard. During her years as a lifeguard, she saved two people from drowning and brought in a person that had drowned when no one else would. The family, who was from New Jersey, was so appreciative that they sent Jane flowers. They also wanted her to attend their son's funeral and arranged for a relative to pick her up in Gloversville. They always stayed in touch with her.

Many people knew Jane as a sister-mom. Ever since we left the orphanage at the ages of 6 and 8, Jane always felt she was responsible for me. Her friends were my friends. Anyways, she truly did a great job. From ages 6 to 12, I did everything she did. If I was seen by myself two blocks from home, her friends would ask where I was going and does Jane know. She had a lot of spies.

As I got older, I did end up with common sense. I always appreciated everything Jane did for me. But, since she handled everything (all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry) I did nothing. Years later, when I told her I was getting married, she said, "It will never last because you don't know how to do anything." I had to prove her wrong—and I did.

Thanks, Jane, for a good life.

Your sister,

Barbara

"Seven years on earth equals one day in heaven. I'll see you in three days."