Meadholm
Thank you for coming. We would like to invite friends and family of Marion Fay to Add to this memory book.

Marian was a dear friend of mine. We shared lots of things in life. Here is a poem we both liked. Carole Richards Drinking From A Saucer

I have never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now.
I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.
As long as I go along life's journey, reaping more than I have sowed
I'm drinking from a saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.

I don't have lots of riches, and sometimes the going is tough.
I have a family that loves me, and that is quite enough.
I thank God for His blessings and His mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from a saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong, my faith got a little thin.
Then all at once the dark clouds broke and the sun peeked through again.

Lord, please help me not to gripe about the tough rows I have hoed.
I'm drinking from a saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage when my way grows steep and tough,
I'll not ask for other blessings. I'm already blessed enough.
May I never be too busy to help another bear his load.
I'll keep drinking from a saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.

Author Unknown


Carole Richards <cdrich@together.net>
USA - Monday, April 17, 2006 at 10:00:47
Marion Fay was a treasure. She fought the good fight, she kept the faith, she finished her race and I know that when Jesus greated her in heaven he said without a doubt, "Well done, my good and faithful servant". She was all about serving Jesus from her family to her next door neighbor to men in prision to unreached people throughout the world. I miss already the fact that I knew that Marion was always praying for me. I loved her wit and witness. She was fun but she was serious too!!. I count it an honor and a privilege to have had the opportunity to share in her memorial service. She will be dearly missed!!!

Pastor Joe Moore <joe@essexalliance.org>
Essex Junction, VT USA - Friday, March 24, 2006 at 23:37:02
Because I lived in California, I didn't get to visit Aunt Marion nearly as much as I would have liked to, but during a period that I was working in Boston I was a regular up at Meadholm. We spent late nights talking about the Meads, God, and the local happenings; arguing pre-trib vs. post-trib views (fortunately, she *now* knows the truth); and wandering around the countryside. On one trip in particular, Marion was taking me around to see her past (the Fay sugerhouse, the old hayfield, houses of friends they would visit on Sunday afternoons when they would make a circuit of visits, etc.). I was driving along with her in shotgun when she asked me to take a right turn. There wasn't anything unusual about that... except that there wasn't any road there. She proceeded to take me up over the mountain on horse and buggy roads that probably hadn't had any traffic since the 1940's. People were gaping at us while we drove through their backyards on roads that nobody remembered existing coming out of passes that nobody knew could be traversed. Marion didn't think anything of it--these were perfectly good roads and the fact that they were overgrown didn't mean people couldn't drive them. A couple of years ago, I was up for Thanksgiving with my family and Marion confided in me that she real had driven a couple of years beyond what was safe after she started going blind. I couldn't help thinking that, except for the traffic, she would probably still be driving out there from memory.

Dale Mead
Hillsborough, NC USA - Tuesday, March 21, 2006 at 12:37:20