February 7, 2009
Ford, Doris
Doris May (Carlson) Ford, a resident of New Pond Village in Walpole for the past 9 years, and formerly of Westwood for 47 years, died Thursday, February 5th, 2009 at the Cape Cod Nursing Home in Buzzards Bay. She was 89. Doris was born April 29, 1919 in Winchester, MA a daughter of the late G. Herman and Hannah Josephine (Danielson) Carlson. She graduated from Winchester High School and worked as a soda jerk at Randall’s in Winchester where she met her future husband. She retired in 1983 after 19 years as a secretary for Factory Mutual Insurance Company in Norwood. Doris was active in handbell choirs, first at the First Baptist Church in Westwood, and later at New Pond Village in Walpole. She was the wife of the late Donald Melrose Ford and the sister of the late Herman C. Carlson. She is survived by her two sons, Stephen M. Ford of Onset, and Peter A. Ford of Old Orchard Beach, Maine; her sister, H. Virginia Janson of Winchester; her grandchildren, Heather Liolios, Jennifer Hayes, Brian Ford, Kirk C. FitzPatrick, and Jifka E. FitzPatrick; and 6 great grandchildren. Visiting hours will be held Saturday, February 14, 2009 from 9 to 11 AM at the Folsom Funeral Home, 649 High Street, Westwood followed by a funeral service in the funeral home at 11 o clock. Burial will be in New Westwood Cemetery. In lieu of flowers donations to the American Heart Association, 20 Speen Street, Framingham, MA 01701 would be appreciated.
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Our thoughts and prayers are with Doris and her loved ones. With deepest sympathy,
Janet and Bob
It has been our honor to care for Doris – Please know that the Staff of Allegiance Hospice are holding you very close in our thoughts and prayer – John Sheeran, Chaplain
Our hearts and thoughts are with all of you. Maria Shriver read this story at the memorial service for Tim Russert — we hope it comforts you.
“The Little Ship”
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted her white sails with a golden light, and as she disappeared from sight, a voice at my side whispered, “She is gone.”
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, “She is gone” a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, “Here she comes!”
With much love,
Butch and Linda
Our hearts and thoughts are with all of you. We hope this story helps comfort you. It’s called “The Little Ship.”
I stood watching as the little ship saled out to sea. The setting sun tinted her whie sails with a golden light, and as she disappeared from sight, a voice at my side whispered, “She is gone.” But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther short a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, “She is gone” a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, “Here she comes!”
With much love,
Butch and Linda