Born April 4, 1947
Mildred Ferris was born on April 4, 1947.
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December 2, 2013
I'm so sorry to hear about your passing. I know how much you will be missed by your children and by your sister. For the family members you leave behind, I am so very, very sorry for your loss.
January 1, 2013
Dear Mrs. Ferris,
I am so sorry to hear this news. I would like to thank you for nurturing me during my elementary school years, teaching me 5th grade English and spelling. I remember always coming to school early, and just talking with you those mornings. I loved talking to you! And you were always so nice and caring to me as though I was your daughter. Thank you for everything. Thank you for teaching me so well, interacting with me, and even presenting me that scholarship on graduation day. You have no idea how much that gesture encouraged me not only academically, but also mentally and emotionally to become a responsible and confident member of society. A few years after that, as I grew up, I looked back on your gesture and realized how big of a difference teachers like you could make on students' lives. As a teacher, you effectively empowered your students, like me, by encouraging us. Your additional encouragement made me think outside the box, and now I look towards societal improvement and public service. Thank you for raising me in that manner and contributing so strongly to the person I am today. I will return your gesture to my community in some manner. You'll see!
November 26, 2012
As I send this message, although not in the most traditional manner, still I am confident that you will receive it. I will miss you, Millie.
You, always willing to convene a group of friends including me, had a gift of keeping in touch that I do not have. Your hospitality and welcoming ways, both personally and professionally, will stay with me. I particularly appreciated the trips you made to take me to work when I was unable to drive myself.
When you first retired from teaching in the K-12 schools, I was grateful for your willingness to join us in the Education Department at UMBC to supervise the pre-service teachers who needed your guidance and thoughtful feedback. Not only were your supervisory skills recognized by many at UMBC, but also at other universities where you worked with student teachers on-line. We thank you Millie for your contributions to our profession and to our lives as your colleagues and friends.
Millie, I have not met your precious children, Eric and Kimberly, or your beloved sister Winnie, but I know them through your stories and your eyes. I am sure they, too, will miss you...remembering the good times.
Onward, my friend, on the path where we all must go. We shall meet again.
The French family
November 22, 2012
Our thoughts are with the Ferris family.
November 19, 2012
I remember you standing in the shallow waters of the sound on North Carolina's Barrier Islands, watching over our baby daughters, Kim and Meghan, as they played in the sand. I remember making little sailboats from beach junk and watching our daughters float them in the tidal pools on the beaches north of Ocean Hill. That was nearly thirty years ago, before Eric was born. I remember little things about you from those times, how you often walked on tiptoe in the beach house and how the salt air sometimes made your hair too curly for your liking.
I knew you long but not well. Rick and Kitty were best of friends but you were too reserved for that level of friendship. Still, every now and then I caught glimpses of the sweetness behind your reserve. And those glimpses made our friendship worthwhile.
I will miss you, sweet Millie. I miss you now.
PS - Mary Frye, a Baltimore housewife, penned these beautiful words in 1932. I hope you find time to read them on your journey:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die