Birth date: Nov 11, 1920 Death date: Nov 6, 2018
WESLACO - DONNA / WESLACO - Eleanor Taormina L. Ennis passed away Tuesday, November 6, 2018. She was known to most as "Buddy". Eleanor was born November 11, 1920, in New Orleans, Louisiana to Mary Amedeo and Eugene A. Taormina. Sh Read Obituary
My dearest Andy and family\nWords can not express what my saddened heart feels for you.- my deepest condolences for the loss of your precious mom. \nShe now rests and is enjoying the Almighty- she intercedes for us from heaven and one day we will be together again in Jesus\u2019s splendid presence. \n\nAgain my friend, my love and prayers are with you at this time of sadness. \n\nBlessings and love,\nBelinda G. Hinojosa\nMc Allen, Texas
Sorry for your loss. All of us have such wonderful memories of growing up in Donna . Your Mom and Dad we\u2019re apart those.
I am a very lucky man, being the youngest of five boys I had no Sisters, but yet I did. I had three Sister in Laws who were like Sisters to me. Mary Elisabeth (Beth), Janelle and Buddy. My brothers did a great job in finding such great wives and I loved them dearly! Now I am the last of the 5 Ennis boys. Paul Ennis
We loved aunt buddy and uncle herbie so much. They were awesome people who would do anything to help you if you needed it. Aunt buddy used to make a pineapple upside down cake for butch every once in an while and I loved her sand tarts. I would sneak as many as I could in Christmas Eve u til I finally asked her and ansynif I could take some extra! Herbies were good as are Andy\u2019s but aunt buddy\u2019s were always the best. Buddy and jo took great care of aunt Mary and Andy and Randall took great care of buddy and herbie. Carolyn too. I see her in heaven beside herbie where she belongs. Love to all.
My most sincere condolences to Andy and Randell and rest of family. RIP
Dearest of the dear. Lovely, kind, and faithful to her Lord. I am so grateful to have known Buddy and to have received her gracious friendship. I have memories of sitting around the table with my mom, Buddy, Jo, T. and sometimes Gaeton at Jo's house and the laughter and the fun were exquisite. Buddy would bring my dad stuffed french bed and he thought she was the best cook in the world. Once I was at a silent retreat at Lebh Shomea on the East Ranch. I heard a car door slam and looked out the window to see Buddy arriving. I went out to see her and we hugged and communicated only with our eyes. Her twinkling eyes said it all. What a beautiful person. My heart is so sad.
