Patricia Fougere

Patricia Lee Fougere, age 79, longtime resident of Marblehead, MA, passed away peacefully on December 12, 2017 in Danvers, MA. Patricia was born on April 11, 1938 in Winchendon, MA to Elizabeth Townes Poole and William Thomas Poole. Patricia attended Marblehead High School and later earned a Master of Education degree from Cambridge College.

Patricia was committed to social justice causes, mostly recently women’s prison outreach through Church of St. Andrew in Marblehead. Patricia was the first female president of the Unitarian Universalist Church of Marblehead. Four trees are planted in Patricia's name at the John F. Kennedy Peace Forest in Jerusalem. She also received accolades as a social worker, including being awarded Woman of the Month in Santa Barbara, CA for her work in domestic violence prevention.

Patricia was a published author of novels, poems and a children’s essay entitled “A Glover Goes to Sea” that recounts her great-grandfather Edmund Glover’s first sea voyage as a cabin boy to the Grand Banks in 1866. A woman ahead of her time, Patricia was also instrumental in the development of Glover Landing, the architectural award-winning condominium complex in Old Town Marblehead, which bears her family name.

Patricia was preceded in death by her husband Dr. Paul Francis Fougere. She is survived by her sister Judith Poole Humphrey, her daughters Wendy Lee Hubbard, Susan Bentley Johnson, Rebecca Salter Brainard and Jessica Glover Brainard, her grandchildren Meghann Sargent and Sakara Dream Gerke, and her great-grandchildren Dillon Vacek and Emersen Sargent.

Memorial donations may be kindly made to Kaplan Family Hospice House, 78 Liberty Street, Danvers, MA 01923. The family wishes to extend their deep gratitude to Kaplan Family Hospice House for their gracious care and compassion. A memorial service for Patricia will be planned at a later date.

"Crossing the Bar" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.