Faith Austin

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Faith Austin

June 16th, 1934 - May 20th, 2020

June 16th, 1934 - May 20th, 2020

Faith Elizabeth (Quimby) Austin was born on June 16, 1934 in New Boston, NH to Delbert (Del) and Lillian Elizabeth (Lib) Quimby. She was raised in Brookline, NH with her siblings Loring, Pearline and Marilyn (Mert). Faith wrote her own book so there's no way we're going to capture here the full essence of her life. She wrote good chunks of her life story on an old typewriter and put it all together in a bound book. She had stories to make you laugh and stories to make you cry. She had spent years typing her father's memoir before that. Faithie would tell you that she "survived" her childhood. She fell in a river and was rescued by her mother as a young child. Before the age of 5 she fell off a barn roof, and later climbed into a culvert under the road and had to be pushed out by her brother. She wandered away from home often (she would tell you she wasn't running away, she was just curious). As a child, Faith loved to be outdoors. She was proud to tell anyone of her Abenaki heritage and ancestral roots to Mother Nature. Her father had a lumber mill and she also spent time delivering milk locally. Her love of being barefoot, even outside, started at a young age. She loved walking in the woods, often alone, but enjoyed walking with others as well. She grew up around lots of family and made many lifelong friends in Brookline. Faithie met the love of her life in elementary school, although they didn't start dating until their teen years. Edward A. Austin, affectionately known by many as "Joe", spent time with her while she was babysitting and it blossomed into a lifelong partnership that everyone who knew them envied. They got married after high school, and the story goes that they needed a judge's special permission to get married because Joe was "too young". Ultimately they married on September 12, 1953, two days after Joe's 19 th birthday. Shortly after getting married Joe got a job in Connecticut and their life trajectory changed. Their first son, Daniel Austin, was born in 1954, followed by their second son, Warren Austin, in 1957. They settled in Storrs, Connecticut and began to make friends and connections there. Faithie and Joe built their own home, together, over the course of about 3 years. They cut their own lumber from her father's land, had family help them and built it with precision and love. She designed her own kitchen to be efficient. She was an integral part of the planning and actual labor. Joe got a job at Pratt and Whitney and worked second shift while Faith was home to raise the kids. Faith would tell you that her boys "raised hell" but she handled it all with grace. She took in many children over the years, one little girl, Sharon, for 6 months, that she forever called her own. Others stayed for days, weeks, months, even years, as second children (and grandchildren). She always opened her home to anyone that needed it. She filled her home with love and somehow children and adults in need always knew they could come and visit, and even stay if they needed to. She made us all feel safe. Faith missed Brookline and would visit often. Faith joined the First Baptist Church of Mansfield, which was just a short walk from her house. She found a second home and sense of community there. Faith spent years babysitting and baking as a side job, on top of raising her two boys. When their own sons were teenagers, she and Joe ran the youth group at church, called the BYF (Baptist Youth Fellowship). They spent almost two decades shaping and molding dozens of teenagers, modeling their love and kindness. They took long bike trips up to New Hampshire. They went camping and hiking. They have collages on their wall of the "BYF kids" and have stayed in touch with many of them to this day. Faith was active in the church, helping with church suppers and serving on the Executive Board. She attended weekly for most of her adult life. Faith also spent many years as assistant treasurer of FBCM, and her granddaughters fondly remember helping her count the change each Sunday after church. Joe took up flying airplanes in the 1970's and Faith became his co-pilot and expert navigator. They often flew to New Hampshire to visit family, but they also traveled as far as Florida, and New Orleans to visit her sister. After her children grew up, Faith continued to bake, be active in church and the BYF, and visit with family. Faith always loved children, especially babies. Both Dan and Warren were married and began having children. Dan married Gail Esty and they had Danielle (1982) and Courtney (1986). Warren married Laura Honeychurch and they had Becky (1982) and Allyson (1985). Both families lived in Mansfield and spent countless hours at Faith's home. Joe put in a swimming pool and the girls grew up spending weekends together, swimming, playing with the cows and causing mischief. Over the years Faithie and Joe raised not only countless humans, but animals. They had honey bees at one point but were well known for their cows. They started raising beef cattle as soon as they were married and continue to care for some today. Faith spent a lifetime "rock hounding". She loved to collect her favorite rocks, mainly amethyst and quartz. She and Joe went to gold mines all over the country including California, Canada, and Alaska. Faithie was a prolific artist. She especially liked to draw fairies and magical creatures. Faith collected family memories. She made and kept well organized photo albums with captions worthy of laughing out loud. And she was happy to share that gift, making similar photo albums for her granddaughters from mementos and pictures of their childhood. Faith kept up beautiful gardens at her home in Storrs. Many people fondly remember the annuals in the pool yard, the large gardens and beautiful flowering bushes in the backyard. For years there were raspberries and blueberries in the yard and many of us remember picking fresh berries with her. There was an apple tree in the backyard for many years that holds a special place for her family. Shortly after her first grandchildren were born, she and Joe began traveling in their retirement. They drove their van cross country and camped, ending in Alaska. Faith would tell you that she camped above the Arctic Circle. She was the lead organizer of the trip and packed all the food and supplies, making sure they were well taken care of. They took another trip cross country, following the Lewis and Clark trail. They traveled to Cancun. One of their most memorable trips was to Israel and Egypt in 1986. They went with a church group to visit Israel and stopped in Egypt last. While there, they got caught in domestic terrorism and there was a fire at their hotel. It was a harrowing experience, in which she and Joe almost died. Eventually they were rescued by local police and were able to fly home. Faith was known for her prowess in the kitchen. She was an avid baker and cook. She was well known for her fresh baked bread, whoopie pies, rolls, powerbars, old fashioned donuts and lots of cookies. She also was the family chef most weekends, feeding whoever would stop by. For years she made jellies and wine. She was well known for her Christmas cookie tins, which were elaborate boxes of at least a dozen types of cookies (hand decorated spritz cookies, Russian tea cakes, crunchy fudge bars, penuche fudge, chocolate crinkles). She always had more secrets, and told new stories that would surprise you. Each of us had our own special relationship with her and got to know these unique, wonderful things about her. Faith will forever be known as Joe's co-pilot in life. They spent over 66 years together, truly intertwining their lives. They were stronger together, as much as each of them is their own unique, amazing person. Faith was a mother, a grandmother, a Mimi, an Auntie, and a second mom to so many people. There is no way to capture in words how many lives she touched. She loved deeply and she made each person she knew feel special. She was a therapist before her time, counseling dozens of young people, demonstrating an empathetic, listening ear to anyone who needed it. She spent years writing letters to important people in her life, checking in, letting you know she cared. And she would fit it in somehow with all the other things she had going on. She would write a few lines, come back and write a few more. She let you know she was thinking of you and you always felt loved. She even seemed to know when someone really needed a letter or phone call. She actually saved a few lives with her well timed calls and letters. She had premonitions and was very spiritual. She had a sense of what people needed and would offer her love and support at just the right times. Faith passed away peacefully at home, surrounded by loved ones, after complications from a series of strokes, on May 20, 2020. Her loss is profound for those who knew her and is really hard to capture in even a few pages. She is survived by her husband of 66 years, Edward Austin, her children, Daniel (m. Kerry Landeck) Austin and Warren (m. Laura Austin) Austin, her grandchildren, Danielle (m. Neal Austin) Austin, Becky (m. Trevor Parton) Parton, Allyson (m. Eric Lalumiere) Lalumiere, and Courtney Austin, and her great grandchildren Naomi Austin, Blake Austin, Anthony Austin, Eleanor Parton, Josiah Parton, Leonie Lalumiere (and a baby Lalumiere on the way), Briana Fulton, Emily Fulton, Jacob Fulton and Owen Fulton, along with many beloved nieces, nephews, and her brother Loring Quimby. Her family is grateful to her sons, Dan and Warren, her daughter in law Kerry, her granddaughter Becky, her niece Annett Quimby, and her provider, Jill Fuller, APRN for assisting in her end of life care. There will be no services at this time, but we hope to have a large celebration once we can gather again. Joe (Ed) would be grateful for any stories you wish to share and we are printing them out in a book for him, or you can mail him your favorite memories/ stories/ or thoughts.

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Winnie Namatovu

I am forever grateful for being "adopted" as one of her granddaughters. From the moment that I met her, I felt her genuine warmth and care. During my childhood visits, I always knew that there was going to be spontaneous fun, lots of laughter, and plenty of yummy snacks. One of those moments of spontaneous fun was New Year's 2000. Gramma decided to stay up with Ally and me. When the clock struck midnight, she had us out on the porch ringing her bells that she had collected over the years. Every New Years since then, I'm reminded of that moment and it brings a smile to my face and warmth to my heart. When my family moved to North Carolina, Gramma always kept in touch. Each time that I have moved over the last several years, for school or work, she never missed a moment to check in on me. I looked forward to her letters in the mail and messages from Ally. As I write this, I have one of those letters sitting next to me. Her words were always so thoughtful and encouraging. When her, Joe, and Ally came down for my graduation, I was over the moon. I couldn't believe that they would make such a trip but Gramma kept saying that she had to come. She laughed with my family (even when they tried speaking Luganda to her - lol), was willing to try Ugandan food, and was just content being in the moment. Although she had "adopted" me as one of her granddaughters and knew my immediate family, I was amazed by her willingness to bond with my extended family. As an adult, I have continued to treasure my visits with her. My last visit to Connecticut was last summer. Just like in my previous visits with her, she made sure to find a way to make every moment meaningful, filled with stories and laughter, and accompanied by yummy snacks. One of my last memories with her physically was sitting by "Faithie's Pool". Although summer visits with her always included time by the pool, this visit was different. It was just me and her - we shared stories (some new, some old), laughed, and just simply enjoyed the moment. While her stories brought us laughter, they also reminded me of her wisdom, grace, tenacity, and compassion. In my last conversation with her, about a week before she passed, she kept saying "I love you" and "It's good to hear your voice". Well, Gramma: I love you and I wish I could hear your voice. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. I'm comforted by my many memories with you. You were truly a blessing in my life and I will forever be inspired by you.

Published June 28th, 2020
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Ally Lalumiere

I was really so, so saddened to hear this news today. I know what you mean that she adopted me and so many others into her big heart as her kids. I felt her care and anyone who has met her can testify to this real flame of care and devotion that she was. She was also an inspiration to me for truly embodying her name, being humble but spirited and knowing when to use her boldness for good. I can never forget a Sunday morning at the church after the catastrophic earthquake in China some years ago. After pastor Ron finished saying whom we should pray for and keep in mind, she spoke up that we would be remiss not to think about the suffering there. Wow, I thought, that is a woman of God - bold to care and serve, not just to rebel. Few people leave me in need to just write a eulogy like this. She was truly special. In Jewish tradition, we say of someone who has passed on: "may her memory be a blessing" - that truly her example on Earth would inspire others to be better, that it was a blessing to have known her and remember her. Please relate my condolences to your family. -Dr Igor Senderovich, friend of granddaughter Ally Lalumiere

Published June 21st, 2020
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Warren Austin

As a son I have a lifetime of experiences to remember - so many good ones. The more I think about it I realize how rich I am to have had her as a mom. She was loving, compassionate, caring, understanding, and most of all she was forgiving. No matter what I did I could always count on her support and love. She would take anybody in for anything - from a chat, a shoulder to lean on, to come live here as long as you need. I lost count of how many came over the years. I have more non-blood brothers and sisters than you can shake a stick at. She ran the youth group with Pop for almost 20 years. All those kids in and out of the house and she still had time for Dan and I. She set a prime example of how to be a good Christian and live by the Golden Rule. She taught me to do right by others and show love to the stranger. Some of my fondest memories come from living in a small trailer and how close we all were, cuddling up on the couch with a big blanket in the winter. Then we moved into the house that they built - lots of good memories: the holidays; the big meals she would prepare; all the Christmas cookies and goodie boxes she made up and gave away; and the Christmas tree decorations we made. I think she saved some with her holiday stuff - little snowmen and paper chains for the tree. It was better than Norman Rockwell. As a teenager my mom got a little black and white tv for her bedroom. Hoping to have some quiet time from her rambunctious teen sons and their friends and watch Star Trek. Well, it did not work. All our friends loved Ma as they thought she was the 'cool mom'. So we all ended up in her bedroom sitting on her bed watching Start Trek and Perry Mason. At first I think we drove her nuts, but she soon would ask us to come in and keep her company. She always loved her kids, every one of them. She was the best - not just as My mom but for All the kids over the years.

Published June 13th, 2020
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Ally Lalumiere

It is hard to know where to start. For Gramma, there were thousands of beginnings, yet her lasting impact continues without end. The first memories I have of Gramma Lop are snuggling up into her bed when I was living with her and Joe at 2 years old while my parents (and Joe) were building their house. She provided my cousins, sister and I an enviable childhood- I can still smell her cupboard while we together. Her watchful eye always over me as I was permitted to steal an extra m&m from the candy bowl or went skinny dipping in "Faithie's Pool" with my cousins after hours. Gramma liked to take a seemingly uneventful breezy summer afternoon and turn it into "make shapes out of clouds", or explore the back woods, or watch a classic movie complete with pepsi and popcorn. At 65 years young, Gramma stayed up with my best friend, Winnie, and I on New Year's Eve 2000- at midnight we rang her old bells on the front porch like we wanted to wake up the neighborhood. In sum, she was the best. I can't recall one instance of her in a sour mood towards anyone. Her omnipotent grace toward others followed her like a benevolent shadow. In addition to her unyielding gentleness and patience, she offered herself to others in what to her was the most natural way- spend time with them, listen, console, feed and love. In my case, I was extremely fortunate to have her sponsor piano lessons from age 9, all the way to winning state-wide competitions and recording on music labels. She ensured my passion as she spent countless hours listening to me practice scales and concert pieces one bar at a time over the phone. Always reassuring, always there. Gramma influenced every facet of my life- how to love, how to fight, how to take care of your family, how to make fun of everything, how to be true to yourself, how to budget my finances, how to respect those with more life experience, how to respect those with less life experience, always write back, never back down, get your hands in the garden- its good for the soul, get your hands out of the cookie jar- its good for your waistline, above all- do everything with love. While her physical self is sorely and deeply missed she continues to provide a world of comfort with volumes of endearing memories and lessons to draw upon. She would want us to feel her adoration, keep it on us like a warm sweater, and not forget a cookie on the way out. - Ally Austin Lalumiere

Published June 24th, 2020
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Warren Austin

When I think of Faith I remember the warmth and affection she showed. She loved young and old. She loved on family, friends, and strangers. She was a welcoming force. The day I met her she greeted me with zeal and interest. It wasn't ideal circumstances in 1974. She couldn't see her son's new girlfriend. Warren just couldn't wait so took me to Windham Hospital to meet his mom despite her having bandages for the eye surgery she had just undergone. An inauspicious start to a lifelong relationship. Faith was a terrific mother and like a kindly hen gathered all kinds of chicks under her wings. Some of my fondest memories of the 70's with her were making stewed tomatoes and canning them in the heat of summer. She shared her baking skills at Christmas making piles of goodie boxes filled to the brim with a plentitude of cookies and sweets. We loved walking into the house being greeted by the enticing aroma of fresh baked bread, or rolls, or baking powder biscuits. Slice and spread with butter or homemade jam YUM! She kept a full cookie jar - mostly fresh chocolate chip cookies. Oh I can taste them now. She started making an instant cookie mix for us but gave it up when we only got as far as eating the dough every batch:) I remember planning Faith and Ed's 25th Anniversary celebration (September 12, 1978). Good times and a way for me to meet the rest of the extended family. Faithie loved all her relatives with constancy and breadth not often seen. Her nieces and nephews loved staying for a school vacation as she couldn't get enough when both sons left home at 17 years old. The years hosting the BYF kept a steady stream of teenagers crying on her shoulder. She was fun loving and led the kids bicycling to New Hampshire and camping there. There was a solid stream of students staying upstairs that demonstrated her open mind. She welcomed foreigners and people from different persuasions. Some of her fondest memories included church kids from Africa and Asia.With the addition of granddaughters ABCD (Allyson, Becky, Courtney, and Danielle) a pool was dug into the front yard. Boy, did she like that! Faithie swam everyday in summer for years. Countless laps around and around strengthening her and turning her hair green. A funny outcome/consequence the granddaughters laughed at as they showered together with the sun warmed hose. A myriad of happy times for the girls. Grammie loved gnomes and read fairy tales. She loved walking in the woods daily and seeing wildlife everywhere. She shared her love of rock collecting with specimens picked up all over the world. Her curiosity produced trips to Mexico, Egypt and Israel. She and Ed drove the Lewis and Clark trail going above the Artic Circle. They loved seeing national parks and visiting relatives in New Orleans and Nebraska. She was proud of her self-sufficiency and efficiency to live in the van for 2 months straight. She was proud of attending 'adopted' granddaughter Dr. Winnie Namatuvo's college graduations. She welcomed all her 11 great-grandchildren with enthusiasm. She had a passel of joy for every one of them. To add to this - she loved all the Gormley children across the street. She looked forward to visits offering cans of soda, cookies, and candy incentives illustrating the sweetness she felt toward them. Faith loved music and happily became a patron enabling Ally to take piano lessons. Her reward = Ally relished taking her to see Josh Groban, musicals at UConn theaters and local charity concerts. Faith satisfied her love of Cajun music by going to festivals in Rhode Island with Ed, Ron and Frances Nichols. She shared this with granddaughters Danielle and Becky as toddlers. I think Faith was one of the best bakers in the world. We can't count how many baking powder biscuits she whipped up to perfection. She made personal cookbooks for each of her granddaughters to impart all her cooking secrets. She made a scrapbook for each of them when they completed high school. Her love was endless and boundless. My daughters each spent a week sleeping over at her house twice a year, every year as splendid 'loving on you' time. Faith survived two years of my family of four living in her house while we built ours. She related those were some of the best years of her life. Ally at 1.5 years old would sneak into their bedroom every morning in order to jump into bed with her grandma. If we held her up to be considerate - Faith would call out "I'm waiting for her". Warren had the mirror image. This year he helped his mom get up and going every morning and safely tucked in every evening. Life going full circle she would say "I love you son" as he took leave every night. Faith was clear on coming to the finish line still living in her own home surrounded by loving family. She said her goodbyes with the assembled folks and left several reminders of her mischievous fun loving spirit to keep Pop company. We cherish you Ma and appreciate your legacy of love.

Published June 13th, 2020
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KAREN PORTER

Oh my goodness what blessings Mrs. Austin gave to all who knew her. I am told of a story that Mr. and Mrs. Austin took my parents, Tom and Valerie(Seguine) out for dinner when I was a newborn. Some stories say I cried, some say I was quiet. I don't know. Many wonderful memories of BYF and a happy smile and an I miss you when ever I would see her. Also, She is rumored to be one of only a few people who had the famous chicken recipe made by her neighbor Lillian Porter. It is a family favorite of ours but Jesse was our uncle, so we call the chicken, Jesse chicken. Sending love and support to Mr. Austin and all of us who she made feel special. Keep her love and kindness in your hearts so she with us always. Karen & John Porter

Published May 29th, 2020
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