Rites Held For Grace Lambie
Rites Held For Grace Lambie
Mrs. Grace A. Lambie, 76, of Parnassus Avenue, Camden, a home care nurse, died March 3, 1985,
in Rome Hospital after a brief illness.
Born in Canton, Ohio, on August 24, 1908, she was the daughter of Gideon G. and Ada Meeks Dodge.
She moved to Camden in 1922 and married Wallace R. Lambie on October 31, 1925, in Camden. He
died on April 5, 1969.
Mrs. Lambie was a member of Seventh-day Adventist Church, Vienna.
Surviving are two daugters, Mrs. Raymond (Betty) McCarthy, Garden City Park, L. I., and Mrs.
Joseph (Francis) Patsy, Camden; two sons, George R. Lambie, Osceola, and Wallace W. Lambie,
Lowville; eight grandchildren and five great-grandchildren.
Services were held March 6 at 11 a.m. in the Vienna Seventh-day Church. Burial will be in
Forest Lawn Cemetery.
The Sanborn-McDaniels Funeral Home, was in charge of arrangements.
Winter, in all its beauty, can be a harsh time. When someone you care about very much passes
away this time of year, it's even harder to say goodbye. Somehow, when we gaze at a summer
sky, with its soft, fluffy clouds, it tenders our grief somewhat to know a loved one has gone
to a far better place. Yet, no March wind-blown sky, threatening in its form, can deter us
from knowing that someone as gentle and caring as Grace Lambie, has indeed been rewarded with
a warm green meadow to dwell in for eternity.
Such places are reserved for kind souls, like Grace, who have compassion for all God's
creatures.
Stray animals knew her home as a place where they could expect a slice of bread or a bowl of
milk . Friends knew her home as a place where a lot of good cooking took place. Often, she
would give a gift of home baked bread or fudge to someone. It didn't have to be a special
occasion for her to set about making these gifts in her kitchen. She liked to make people
happy and her tins of cookies and cakes were revered by all who had the good fortune to be on
the receiving end of her generousity.
Grace Lambie knew how to appreciate and take pleasure in small things. She loved nature and
communed with God at the sight of a goldfinch or in the song of a cardinal. She never tired of
seeing a roadside patch of squaw berries or a deer in Osceola field. Her appreciation of the
shiny glow of a quart of blackberries far outweighed the pleasure many seek in accumulating a
fortune.
For Grace Lambie knew the secret of happiness that some never learn. She knew the contentment
and reward of giving of herself.
We will miss her dry wit and her quick laughter. We will miss her understanding way and her
optimistic outlook.
Yet, we will find solace in envisioning her meadow, where the red berries dot patches of clover
and a cardinal whistles a call.
In her memory, I submit the following poem:
The Baton of Faith
Death paid a visit to their door,
It came in a gown of white.
She dreamed of seeing Jordan's shore,
Then slipped away one night.
Her family gathered by her side,
To say their last goodbyes,
Their love for her they did confide,
As tears fell from their eyes.
Her faith became their legacy,
It was her greatest wealth,
Sustaining in catastrophe,
And soothing failing health.
At Heaven's gate she breathed new air,
And looked on them once more,
God joined her in a mother's prayer,
Then gently closed the door.
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