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Carol (Allison) Nichols

Published: Nov 12, 2026 6:00 am

Carol (Allison) Nichols, 94, of Newtown, passed away peacefully on November 8, 2026, surrounded by her loving family.

Born on February 25, 1932, in Worcester, Mass., she was the daughter of the late Raymond and Eleanor (Anderson) Allison. After graduating from Grafton High School and the Boston School of Dental Nursing, she worked as a dental assistant before marrying her high school sweetheart, Donald Nichols of Upton, Mass., in 1954. She devoted her life to being a wife, mother and homemaker, and the couple made their home in many places over the years, including Doylestown, Penn.; Delmar, N.Y.; Orchard Park, N.Y.; and Wescosville, Penn. After becoming empty nesters, Carol and Donald shared a decade of hard work and laughter as the owners and friendly faces behind a True Value hardware store in Buffalo, N.Y.

Carol was a quiet, gentle woman whose life centered on her family. She filled her days caring for her husband and four sons and keeping an impeccable home. She loved clipping recipes from magazines to find new, creative dishes for her family. Each year at Christmas, her Swedish heritage was on full display when her children and grandchildren eagerly awaited her cream wafers and Swedish pepparkakor cookies, which had to be rationed due to popularity, even among the adults.

She maintained her quick wit and sense of humor through all of her days. She delighted in her grandchildren and great-grandchildren, enjoying visits, hosting gatherings, and babysitting opportunities.

She was predeceased by her husband of 45 years, Donald Nichols; her son David; her sister June (Allison) Johnson; and her brothers Donald Allison and Raymond Allison Jr.

She is survived by her sons Jeff (Susan) of Schnecksville, Penn.; Craig (Patricia) of Newtown; and Dean (Laura) of West Hartford; her daughter-in-law Betty of Edmonds, Wash.; 10 grandchildren, Jessica, Jamie, Jeremy, Tyler, Allison, Scott, Andrew, Kyle, Jake and Lia; 11 great-grandchildren, Kian, Kaiya, Trey, Holden, Grace, Theo, Addie, Emmett, Keith, Austin and Alanna; and nephews Gary Johnson and Donald Allison.

The family wishes to thank the staff at Benchmark of Newtown, Danbury Hospital, and Regional Hospice for their compassionate care.

A funeral service will be held on November 21 at 10:30 am in the Pickering & Son Upton Funeral Home, 45 Main Street in Upton, Mass. Interment will follow at Lakeview Cemetery, Upton.

A calling hour will precede the service from 9:30 to 10:30 am in the funeral home.

To celebrate Carol’s legacy of love, we ask that you perform an act of kindness or donate to a cause close to your heart.

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