Janet Murphy, 76, went missing Friday. She was found safe Saturday in Maine. Her family said she’s struggling with memory loss.
FROM BELL O’DEA FUNERAL HOME
Chou Chou (Raum) Merrill died unexpectedly on November 29, 2014 at the age of 62. Her loss is deeply mourned by her husband of 41 years, Michael W. Merrill of Brookline, her sons Matthew of Reston, VA and Cameron of Boston, her brother Warren and sister-in-law Dalia Raum of NYC, her step-father Donald Snow of Westport, CT and her sister-in-law Margot Merrill of Winthrop. Her parents Alix Snow and Jason Raum and her in-laws Bette Davis and Gary Merrill pre-deceased her.
Chou Chou’s friends were legion; in Brookline where they lived for 41 years; Westport, Ct which she never ceased to love; Captiva, Florida and Prout’s Neck, Maine. A realtor for many years, Chou Chou was passionate about her love first for her “boys” and secondly for Brookline. She was an elected Town Meeting Member in Brookline for many years and was the spark plug for many civic projects including the Flag Day Parade and was well known for election day campaigning through the worst weather. She was a past co-president of the League of Women Voters. Chou Chou never met a stranger and her loyalty to her “boys” and her friends was an inspiration. She will be terribly missed by all who knew her.
Visiting hours will be held at Bell-O’Dea Funeral Home, 376 Washington Street, Brookline, MA on Wednesday from 4:00 to 8:00 PM. Memorial services will be held Thursday at 1:00 PM at Pine Manor College, Founder’s Room, 400 Heath Street, Chestnut Hill, MA. The burial will be private. In lieu of flowers, the family would appreciate donations in Chou Chou’s name to a college scholarship fund to be created at Staples High School, Westport, CT. Donations should be mailed to the Chou Chou Merrill Scholarship c/o Merrill & McGeary, 100 State Street, Suite 200, Boston, MA 02109.
My Poem of the Day
The Old St Paul’s©
As a child I sat in a church pew each Sunday from early morning till past noon
The seats were so tall that I could barely see past them
The organ so loud that the minister had to bellow each word he uttered
The sun beat harshly against the stained glass windows
So hard that I thought I could see each picture dancing to the organs sounds
The array of colors kept me busy while awaited my next prompt to sing
I felt like I was in the king’s palace as I sat among all the other choir members
I too bellowed just as loudly as the minister being certain that everyone would hear my words
With each word that I sang I felt like life was carrying me forward to another place in time
I almost didn’t want the music to end
But I knew my entire day wasn’t meant to be spent at the old St. Paul’s
So at a half past one along with my sister and brother hand in hand we headed home
While the adults stayed behind to attend to the vestry meeting and planned for what was ahead
I so loved my Sunday’s at Old St. Paul’s
The Old St Paul’s©
By Felina Silver Robinson
In loving memory of Rev. Murray & Clare Dewart who taught me the true understanding of my spirituality
and opened up my heart to share with others.
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