________Heather Ann (Ferguson) Walton, 70, of Orient, ME and Wayside, NJ, died suddenly on Sunday, August 16, 2015 at her residence in Maine.
She was born in Long Branch, NJ, the daughter of John W. B. & Jeanette (Knight) Ferguson. Heather lived in Asbury Park and Wayside, NJ until she and her husband moved to the willy wags of northeastern Maine in 2006. They continued to maintain a part-time winter residence in Wayside, NJ.
She was a graduate of the Bradley (grammar) School, Asbury Park High School, had attended Eastern Baptist College in St. Davids, PA and was a graduate of the St. Francis School of Nursing in Trenton, NJ. She had worked as a registered nurse for short periods at the Jersey Shore (University) Medical Center in Neptune, NJ and in a private doctor's office before joining the classified advertising staff at the Asbury Park Press where she worked for six years until 1993. With her husband, oldest daughter and son-in-law, she owned and operated the Million Dollar View Restaurant in Weston, ME between 1997 and 1999.
In New Jersey, Heather was an honorary member of the Ariel Club in Interlaken; had been a Girl Scout Leader in Ocean Township; was active with The Center in Asbury Park and was a member of the Asbury Park Garden Club. In 2011 she took up painting with acrylics and became an accomplished landscape artist.
Heather was known to many as Heddie ... and sometimes, in jest, Hester ... Molly (by Jill) and Hector (by one little imp who Heather helped raise ~ and who has had a couple of imps of her own). Her grandsons both called her Dee, short for Heddie [which is how she got her e-mail screen name. When Ben was a youngster just learning to speak, he called himself Fee (short for Feenut ... he couldn't say "Peanut" ... which is what his mother called him] ... so Heather became and has remained these twenty-some years, Fee's Dee. Buck called her, "Maw."She is survived by her husband of 49 years, William P. Walton III; a son; John David (& Rachel Mizrahi) Walton of Neptune, NJ; two daughters; Jill Blair (& Buck) Plummer of Brookton, ME and Cynthia Lynne (& Chris) Vellinga of Brick, NJ; two grandsons: Ben and Sam Plummer of Brookton, ME; two young granddaughters Tori and Lexi Walton of Wayside, NJ; a brother R. Bruce (& Linda) Ferguson of Neptune, NJ and several nieces and nephews.
She was a gourmet cook, a Facebook enthusiast, a Gordon Setter lover, an expert telephone communicator, a playful Grandmother, committed friend and listener to many. Although she was not an outdoors-woman, she enjoyed traveling and motor-homing in a Winnebago before purchasing property in Maine.An informal gathering to celebrate Heather's life was held on Saturday, afternoon, August 22, 2015 at the Bowers Funeral Home, 10 Water Street in Houlton, ME. Heather's body has been cremated and her ashes scattered in many of her favorite places.In lieu of flowers, a contribution in Heather's name to either:The CLIC SAVE The DAM Fund (the lake association CLIChome page), 28 Snowberry Lane, Orient, ME 04471-4320;
The Woodie Wheaton Land Trust, 2 Grove Rd., Forest City, ME 04413 [www.woodiewheaton.org]
a charity of your choice ... would be appreciated.
Heather's friends and friends of the Waltons and Vellingas were invited to attend an informal gathering ... A Celebration of Life ~ Remembering Heather ... in Oakhurst, NJ on Saturday afternoon, September 12, 2015 between Noon and 4:00 pm at the Oakhurst Fire House, 72 Larkin Place, Oakhurst, NJ.A public Facebook Page, Remembering Heather, has been posted by Cindy Vellinga.The URL is https://www.facebook.com/events/943152355747048/. Visitors to that page need not be subscribers to Facebook.See some more neat pictures along with personal comments.
A Different Kind of Death
...yet there is a kind of seeming death that has a different source. It does not come because of hurtful thoughts and raging anger at the universe. It merely signifies the end has come for usefulness of body functioning. And so, the body is discarded as a choice, as one lays by a garment now outworn.This is what death should be; a quiet choice, made joyfully and with a sense of peace, because the body has been kindly used to help the Son of God along the way he goes to God. We thank the body, then, for all the service it has given us. But we are thankful, too, the need is done to walk the world of limits, and to reach the Christ in hidden forms and clearly seen, at most, in lovely flashes. Now we can behold Him without blinders, in the light that we have learned to look upon again.We call it death, but it is liberty. It does not come in forms that seem to be thrust down in pain upon unwilling flesh, but as a gentle welcome to release. If there has been true healing, this can be the form in which death comes when it is time to rest a while from labor gladly done and gladly ended. Now we go in peace to freer air and gentler climate, where it is not hard to see the gifts we gave were saved for us. For Christ is clearer now; His vision more sustained in us; His Voice, the Word of God, more certainly our own.
This gentle passage to a higher prayer, a kind forgiveness of the ways of earth, can only be received with thankfulness. Yet first true healing must have come to bless the mind with loving pardon for the sins it dreamed about and laid upon the world. Now are its dreams dispelled in quiet rest. Now its forgiveness comes to heal the world and it is ready to depart in peace, the journey over and the lessons learned.From A Song of Prayer ~ A Course in Miracles
God's Final Judgment
What is false is false, and what is true has never changed. And this, the judgment is, in which perception ends. At first you see a world that has accepted this as true, projected from a now corrected mind. And with this holy sight, perception gives a silent blessing and then disappears, its goal accomplished and its mission done.
The final judgment on the world contains no condemnation. For it sees the world as totally forgiven, without sin and wholly purposeless. Without a cause, and now without a function in Christ's sight, the world merely slips away to nothingness. There it was born, and there it ends as well. And all the figures in the dream in which the world began, go with it. Bodies now are useless, and will therefore fade away, because the Son of God is limitless.
You who believed that God's Last Judgment would condemn the world to hell along with you, accept this holy truth: God's Judgment is the gift of the Correction He bestowed on all your errors, freeing you from them, and all effects they ever seemed to have. To fear God's saving grace is but to fear complete release from suffering, return to peace, security and happiness, and union with your own Identity.
God's Final Judgment is as merciful as every step in His appointed plan to bless His Son, and call him to return to the eternal peace He shares with him.
Be not afraid of love. For it alone can heal all sorrow, wipe away all tears, and gently waken from his dream of pain, the Son whom God acknowledges as His. Be not afraid of this. Salvation asks you give it welcome. And the world awaits your glad acceptance, which will set it free.
Forgive us our illusions, Father, and help us to accept our true relationship with You, in which there are no illusions, and where none can ever enter. Our holiness is Yours. What can there be in us that needs forgiveness when Yours is perfect? The sleep of forgetfulness is only the unwillingness to remember Your forgiveness and Your Love. Let us not wander into temptation, for the temptation of the Son of God is not Your Will. And let us receive only what You have given, and accept but this, into the minds which You created and which You love. Amen.from A Course in Miracles
Heather was so much fun, a wonderful friend, incredible listener, hilarious, stylish, classy, soothing and so, so kind.
A great sense of humor and a loving heart. ~ The best sense of humor ... gosh she always had a joke to sputter at me, especially when I needed it.
Always had a smile and hug and always had a great story.
Unique and free-thinking with loads of common sense.
A great inspiration.
An angel looking over us. ~ One of the greatest kindest and gentlest people I've ever known. ~ A loving, gracious and funny woman. ~ A true gifted spirit. ~ What a sweet soul she was. ~ My Facebook friend ... more than my friend, she was my family. ~ One of my favorite people. ~ I wish that she had written a cookbook ... she had some nifty recipes!
We called each other our evil twin. We had such a splendid relationship! I'll have a long "talk" with that twin!
... she was one very terrific lady with quite a splash of crazy thrown in!
She was always smiling, laughing and could turn the most mundane situation into a funny story.
We will all miss a lovely lady, our sweet neighbor and our friend at the lake.My surrogate mom ... so much love, so many incredible interactions, invaluable lessons, and many times just calm acceptance of what was. ~ My second Mom, and I'm lucky to have shared in the love and laughter she brought to this world. ~ Like a second Mom to me. We lived next door for my first 15 yrs. I have nothing but great memories of her. I was always hopeful I would get to see her again. She always kept up with me and all the additions to my furfamily. She could name every one. ~ I wouldn't be who I am today without her influence. ~ She taught me how to be a good mom, a decent cook, a great listener. I loved her like a mother. She was another grandmother to my sons. She always made them feel special and loved.
Jill wrote: "My Mother’s Hands"They were nurse’s hands, gardener’s hands, chef’s hands, chauffeur’s hands, artist’s hands, volunteer’s hands, animal lover’s hands, friend’s hands, daughter’s hands, sister’s hands, wife’s hands, and grandmother’s hands.But to me they were comforting hands, helping hands, gentle hands, guiding hands, giving hands, teaching hands, sympathetic hands, inventive hands, encouraging hands,They rocked me to sleep and changed my diapers, fed me and dressed me, bandaged my wounds and wiped away my tears, cleaned and washed me, opened and closed doors for me, turned the pages in my books and pointed the way on my maps, pushed me and held me back, entertained and disciplined me, fixed my toys and my broken heart, protected me and challenged me.They were versatile, reliable, responsible, flexible, efficient, warm, loving, talented, hard-working, honest, and generous.They were strong and soft at the same time, and boy, were they great back-scratchers!Some might think they were ordinary hands … eight fingers, two thumbs, a palm, a back, fingernails, lines, wrinkles, knuckles, freckles, and sometimes they wore rings.But they weren’t ordinary … not in the least.They were my mother’s hands.
Morning on East Grand Lake - An acrylic painting by Heather
Go placidly amid the noise and haste of this world, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, for they too have their story.Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are a vexation to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery ... but let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the Universe, and no less than the trees and the stars, you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
William P. Walton, III (Bill - Digger - Wimpy) - WPWaltonNJ <AT> aol.com or BillWaltonOrient <AT> aol.com
I got that last nickname at college ... they made all freshman wear large signs (and beanies) with their full given name and home town but my full name was too long for them to spell out so they wrote Wm. P. Walton, III ... get it?... and I like hamburgers too. I've never been said to have a wimpy personality so the homonym has never bothered me ... and if someone yells, "Hey, Wimpy, you asshole."
I answer to that too 'cause as often as not, I am an asshole.
Father of Three:
Jill Blair Plummer (and "Buck") - JPlummer <AT> gmail.com
Cynthia Lynne "Cindy" Vellinga (and Chris) LaughGirl70 <AT> yahoo.com
John David Walton (and Rachel) - OakCapt2001 <AT> aol.com
Grandfather of Four:
Matthew Benjamin Plummer (University of Maine at Presque Isle)
Samuel Alfred Plummer (East Grand School, Danforth ... soon Northern Maine CC)
Victoria "Tori" Jacquelyn Walton
Alexa "Lexi" Lauren Walton
(To use the e-addresses above, use no spaces and use the @ symbol instead of <AT>)
Bond Street School (1957) - Asbury Park, N. J.
Asbury Park High School (1961) - Asbury Park, N. J.
St. Lawrence University (B.S. Biology - 1965) - Canton, N. Y.
American Academy - McAllister Institute of Funeral Service (1966) - N.Y.C., N. Y.
National Foundation of Funeral Service (1967) - Evanston, Ill.
Seventy-three (plus) years of LIFE.
Maine Wild Iris
Avocations (and former Vocation)
Decorative Leather Carver and Woodworker (1957 - Present)
Funeral Director (Retired) - State of New Jersey (1966 - 2006)
Wannabe Gourmet Cook (1966 - Present)
Former Owner - Farry Memorial Home - Asbury Park, N. J. (1970 - 1997)
Former Owner - Ocean Grove Memorial Home - Ocean Grove, N. J. (1970 - 2006)
Macintosh Computer Evangelist and Microsoft Hater (1984 - Present)
Designer of computer generated paper forms - "The FORM King" (1985 - Present)
Computer Database Designer & Builder, (Helix RADE) (1985 - Present)
Former Co-Owner - Million Dollar View Restaurant - Weston, Maine (1997 - 2000)
Novice Cartographer (Adobe Illustrator) (1997 - Present)
Newsletter Writer, Editor (ChipLakeNEWS) and general Gadabout (2000 - Present)
Advanced-Novice Web Builder (KompoZer) (2001 - Present)
Cedar Log Carver - Lamps, Stands and Fireplace Logs (2011 - Present)
The Social Security Administration now pays me NOT to work ... but I continue to fool them.
Monmouth Council B.S.A. (Eagle Scout - Silver Beaver - Vigil Honor, Order of the Arrow)
Sigma Pi Fraternity - Canton, N. Y.
Jersey Shore Ice Hockey League - Bricktown, N. J. (now defunct)
Former Rotarian - Asbury Park, NJ (Paul Harris Fellow) and Houlton, ME
Monument Lodge #96, Ancient Free and Accepted Masons - Houlton, ME
National Rifle Association (Life Member)
Wayside Skeet Club (Life Member) - Wayside, N. J.
Wayside Land Company (Treasurer. Transfer Agent) - Wayside, N. J.
National Skeet Shooting Association (Life Member)
Howell Trap Club - Farmingdale, N. J. (Life Member) and American Trap Association
Calais Rod & Gun Club - Charlotte, ME (Life Member)
Chiputneticook Lakes International Conservancy - Orient, ME (Treasurer & LIFE Member)
Woodie Wheaton Land Trust - Forest City, ME
Ice Hockey Enthusiast (Pond - College - Huff 'n Puff - now, only on Television - Bad Hips and old age)
Former deer, duck, rabbit and sometime bird Hunter
Salmon, Bass & Fly Fisherman - Occasional Worm Drowner
Avid Power Boater - Canoeist
Active American and former International Skeet Shooter
Sometime Trap Shooter
Occasional Metalic Silhouette Shooter
Shotshell and Metalic Cartridge Handloader
Master Hearts Player
Enthusiastic Backgammon and Chouette Player
Ongoing Student of A Course in Miracles and life in general
Dog Lover (Gordon Setters) and Cat Hater (the "other" white meat)
Cedar Log Carver and Painter
Seeker of Good Food and Good Friends
Color - GREEN
Books - ILLUSIONS (Richard Bach) and A COURSE IN MIRACLES
Songs - I AM A ROCK, I AM AN ISLAND (Paul Simon) and COLD NIGHTS IN CANADA (John Denver)
Music - CLASSICAL in general and especially, Beethoven's EMPEROR CONCERTO, Debussy's CLAIR de LUNE and oboe music
Singers - LUCIANO, PAUL & JOHN (and Joan Baez...except for her politics)
TV Show - NYPD Blue [Oh well :-( ] and more recently HBO's Rome and the great series Deadwood [Al Swearengin is my hero.]
Vehicle - GMC PICKUP TRUCK (GMC's green was pukey in 2011 so the truck I have now is Silver)
Sports Teams - THE (Pinstriped) BRONX BOMBERS and LE (Bleu, Blanc et Rouge) HABITANTS and yeah, Brady's PATRIOTS. (Let Brady have his balls the way he likes them.)
Remember when the Giants beat the unbeaten Patriots in the 2008 Superbowl ... visit
Place - The shore of Ktchiquispam (google that!) it's one of the Chiputneticooks
Passtimes - Pithy Innovation and Sly Instigation ...
...and practicing the art of not taking one's self too seriously.
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Mail may be sent via the USPS to:
28 Snowberry Lane, Orient, ME 04471-4320
207-448-7758 has an answering machine.
For voice contact, try my US Cellular Cell: 207-538-5459 but don't leave a message 'cause I never pick them up.
E-mail anytime to: BillWaltonOrient <AT> aol.com (of course, no spaces and use the @ symbol instead of <AT>)
I also use:
CLICtreasurer<AT>aol.com ... for CLIC Business
WaysideLandCo<AT>aol.com ... for Wayside Land Company business
and, of course:
... for correspondence regarding the ChipLakeNEWS website or newsletter
... for correspondence about the SAVE The DAM Working Group
"Live your life so as not to be ashamed, if what you do or say is published around the world ... even if what is published is not the truth." - Richard Bach...Illusions
Usefullness is not impaired by imperfection. You can drink from a chipped cup. Greta K. Nagel
A lot of people approach risk as if it's the enemy when it's really fortune's accomplice. - Sting
The pursuit of truth is like picking raspberries. You miss a lot if you approach if from only one angle. - Randal Marlin
Cynicism is not realistic and tough. It's unrealistic and kind of cowardly because it gives you authority to not try. - Peggy Noonan
If an idea's worth having once, it's worth having twice - Tom Stoppard
It is our choices that show what we truly are ... far more than our capabilities.
J. K. Rowling
Only dead fish swim with the stream all the time. - Linda Ellerbee
Envy can be a positive motivator. Let it inspire you to work harder for what you want. - Robert Bringle
Opportunity dances with those already on the dance floor. - H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Overreaching is the most admirable of the many American excesses. - George Will
Live out of your imagination, not your history. - Steven R. Covey
A man who wants to do something will find a way; a man who doesn't will find an excuse. - Steven Dolley, Jr.
Underpromise. Overdeliver. Tom Peters
No, TRY not ... DO or DO NOT, there is no TRY! - Yoda, Jedi MasterBeing offended is different than being insulted because the intentions are opposite — and I love it when [people] are “offended” by something that happens ... it means something inside of them was challenged or broken and their response to the offense was an internal check of [their own] values against [their own] expectations.~Insults are meant to hurt feelings ... offending someone challenges the mind.~Great growth blooms from seeds that offend.