Marion H. Richardson, 96, longtime resident of Glastonbury, died Saturday, March 23 with loving family by her side. Born March 14, 1923 in Suffield, she was the daughter of the late George and Jennie (Hathaway) Holloway. Marion was a member of the first class to graduate from Suffield High School, and was a member of the Unitarian Universalist Church in Hartford for over 70 years. She worked diligently to help craft legislation allowing the establishment of town conservation commissions in Connecticut back in the 1960's, and helped lead the drive to establish the J.B.Williams land as a Glastonbury town park. She participated in Windsor's 350th Anniversary walk from Dorchester, MA to Windsor, CT in August – 1983 as her original relatives came from Windsor. An avid reader, bird-watcher and gardener, Marion most enjoyed the countless hours spent listening to her husband play the piano. She is survived by her husband of 74 years, Edward; daughters Heidi Barter and Hollyanne Dustin; grandchildren Nicholas Barter, Chris Dustin and Kimi Dustin; nieces and nephews Mal and Brad Huntley, Steve and John Schmidt, George and Gaylord Sundt, Susan Gray, Sara Maxson, Debbie Downs, Karen Pepe, and Bob, James, David and Cameron Richardson. In addition to her parents, Marion was predeceased by a brother Frank, 8 sisters Mary, Lissa, Helen, Ada, Lillian, Isabelle, Laura and Louise and her brother-in-law, Robert Richardson, Jr.
Words cannot express the sadness Bobby and I feel for the loss of such a wonderful person like Aunt Marion. I knew the first time I met Marion that she was a gem in this world. She walked this earth with grace and beauty like no other. She will be truly missed. We pray you find peace in your hearts from the memories you cherish.
"I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching her until she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says, "She is gone." Gone where? The loss of sight is in me, not in her.
Just at the moment when someone says, "She is gone," there are others who are watching her coming. Other voices take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" That is dying.