In memory of

Mary Feltham

May 7, 1923 -  March 5, 2018

We are saddened to announce the peaceful passing of Mary Feltham, nee Brooks, on March 5, 2018, at the age of 94.
She is predeceased by her husband Bramwell Feltham, her parents John and Mary Brooks, her sisters Tina [Rattigan], Eileen [Herity] Kathleen [Quinn], Joan and Edie and her brothers Frank and John.
She will be dearly missed by her daughters Vivien (Martin Brooks) and Denise; her sons, Barry (Cathy Holman) and Geoffrey (Rita Leckie);
her grandchildren, Krista, Ashley, Luke and Alexis; her great grand-children Emily and Ethan (Woudenberg);
her son-in-law Martin Brooks; her daughters-in-law Cathy Holman and Rita Leckie;
Krista's husband, Jerry Woudenberg; Ashley's husband, Kevin Murphy as well as all her beloved nieces and nephews..
A Funeral Mass will be held at Our Lady of Sorrows Church on Monday, March 12th, at 11:00 a.m.
In lieu of flowers, if you wish, you may make a donation to either the Alzheimer’s Society or The Heart and Stroke Foundation.

Guestbook 

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Heather McClory (Friend from St. Peter's)

Entered March 7, 2018 from Toronto

May she rest in peace Denise, and may you be comforted by knowing she is at peace. Hugs, Heather.

Doris Meade (Friend)

Entered March 7, 2018 from Ochre Pit Cove

Denise and family, thinking of you during this sad time. May your fond memories of your mom bring you comfort.

Filomena (Fil) Melo (Friend)

Entered March 7, 2018 from Toronto

Dear Denise, my heartfelt sympathy on the passing of your beloved mother. Grant her eternal rest o Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. Amen

Ada Robitaille (Niece)

Entered March 8, 2018 from Ottawa

Sorry to hear of Aunt Molly's passing. I know you will have beautiful memories of her to cherish.. Rest in peace Aunt Molly.

Leanne Irving (Niece)

Entered March 8, 2018 from Liverpool, England

RIP Moll xx

Life Stories 

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Denise Feltham 

Entered April 12, 2018 from Toronto

Mom loved to reminisce about her childhood in Liverpool. One such story that comes to mind is the time her aunt took her for a walk in the evening. There was a beautiful full moon out, and mom reached up to try to grasp it. "I want the moon," she demanded. "You can't have the moon," her aunt replied, explaining that it was a planet in the sky that was many many miles above the earth. "I want it, I want the moon, " and she cried for it all the way home. As an adult, when she went to bed at night she would often say, "Look at that lovely moon." I think she was still longing for that moon until the night she died.

Denise Feltham (Daughter)

Entered April 13, 2018 from Toronto

Mom was fond of quoting famous writers and other influential figures. She liked to apply quotes from these authors to guide me and my siblings. Some of her favourite passages and sayings include:

“If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting, too
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting or being lied about don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn out tools;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor living friends can hurt you
If all men count with you, but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And, which is more, you'll be a Man, my son.”
(If, by Rudyard Kipling)

“Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along
And flung My eager craft through footless hills of air
Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or ever eagle flew
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.”
(Piolot Officer John Gillespie Magee Jr, 412 Squadron, RCAF, killed December 11, 1941)

“Neither a borrower nor a lender be.”
(Shakespeare – Hamlet)

“To thine own self be true. The it follows as the night the day
That thou canst be false to no man.”
(Shakespeare)

“There is nature in a nut.”
(she was told frequently by her grandmother as a child)

“You can lock from a thief but not from a liar.”

“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.”
(Shakespeare)

“There is only one perfect child, and every mother has it.”

“When poverty comes in through the door, love goes out the window.”

“Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers o'er the fraught heart and bids it break.”
(Shakespeare - Hamlet)

“Whatever crazy sorrow saith,
No life that breathes with human breath
Has ever truly longed for death.”
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)

“Everyone can master grief but he that has it.”
(Shakespeare)

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell and a hell of heaven.”
(John Milton)

“In the dark night of the soul, bright flows the river of God.”

“The older I grow, the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.”
(H.L. Mencken)

Denise Feltham (Daughter)

Entered April 13, 2018 from Toronto

How ironic that when my sister arrived at 1:30 in the morning shortly after mom died, the first thing she smelled upon entering the hallway was home-baked bread. It was a legacy that mom left me, which I finally perfected after many years of culinary failure. Our family were strangers to store-bought, “baker’s” bread, what I now nickname “chemical bread”. Mom would make six loaves from scratch every few days, making way for the development of very strong arm muscles and, no doubt, being used as a form of catharsis to release her pent up anger and other emotions as a stay-at-home mom. I can identify with that these days as I punch the dough with vigour while focusing on anger-provoking thoughts, and marvel at how well the bread has risen. In later years, it has symbolized for me the Eucharistic bread of life. This symbolism was not lost on me on that final evening of mom’s life as I performed the last act of love for her, knowing how, “there’s nothing like your own home-made bread.”

Denise Feltham (Daughter)

Entered April 14, 2018 from Toronto

Although typically shy and non-assertive, mom could be a staunch advocate when the need arose – from fighting for the first speech pathologist for my brother in Corner Brook to insisting on a referral to an ear specialist for me, and even defending my honour in the face of school politics.

School politics, you ask? Yes, I still remember the teacher, and the feeling of dread at the thought of returning to class after mom had “a word” with her. I had written an essay for a public speaking competition in elementary school. I inherited mom’s strong command of the English language, and the teacher was quite impressed with the composition. However, I also inherited mom’s shy disposition along with an anxiety disorder which overshadowed my verbal expressive ability. Operating on the assumption that I would be ill-equipped to speak in public, she proposed entering another student in the competition using my essay. I was upset at the prospect and when I told mom, her response was, “NOT ON YOUR LIFE!” - or words to that effect. “I’m going down to that teacher and giving her a piece of my mind!” Uh, oh! Well, needless to say, I read my own essay in the public speaking competition and did a good job. As an adult who has presented at workshops, read as a lector at masses, taught Children’s Liturgy and facilitated life skills workshops and mutual self-help groups, I wonder how my life would be different if I had internalized that doubt and if mom had not asserted herself on my behalf. Thank you, mom! I love you.

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