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Becky Parton
Faith Austin
June 16th, 1934 - May 20th, 2020
June 16th, 1934 - May 20th, 2020
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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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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