Lady Margaret Beaton of Sconyn

2009-01-14 [Valgardr]: Of all the women I've met and known in my life, Margaret was one of the most interesting and kindhearted gentle people I'd met. She had a thick scottish accent, and I was always afraid to do my 'scottish' impressions around her because I thought I'd offend her. Truth be told she was absolutely one of the funniest quick witted women, and was always kind to me, I always listened to what advice she had for me, even asked her to be my deputy when I was Seneschal of Arenal...she meant the world to me and I miss her deeply already. We did not get to spend alot of time together, but I always made a point to visit when I could, and give her a loving hug to remind her that I thought oftan and fondly of her. I wish there were more things I could have done with her, but life got in the way of it all. She was one of the foundations of Arenal, and always held in highest respect from everyone. I don't remember what the conversation was about, but one time.. I had said something to her and she quickly grabbed the table and kicked her foot out at me and said 'Oh sure.. Pull my other leg it's got bells on it".. I laughed so hard because of her seemingly quiet and reserved nature it hit me so unexpectedly that I literally thought I was going to break a rib from laughing. I never knew her in her rowdier times.. I just knew her as the sweet little otterlady that always had a kind and loving word for me when I saw her. I will always remember you and honor you, my dearest Margaret.

2009-01-15 @Not logged in user@: Eva 8:43Pm
Lady Margaret was a very nice pwerson to talk to and a wonderful person to be around.She would help me alot she was agreat freind and an amazing person .She was a beautiful person inside and out.She had a big heart and if you needed to talk she would lend an ear.Im going to miss her terriably.Im glad she's in abetter place you are truly wonderful Lady Margaret And you are going to be in my heart forever.I will remeber you always,You were a sweet lady.I wish you were here im sorry I couldn't see you one last time.Thank you Lady Margaret for everything you truly are the best.

2009-01-15 Eva: There is so many wonderful things about her.

2009-01-15 Dawn 'Mairin': I had the pleasure of visiting with Lady Margaret at the Pensacola RenFaire last year and what a hoot she was! She had such a generous spirit about her and and the ability to make others feel good simply for being around her. She'll be sorely missed as ladies like herself are surely rare treasures. I take comfort knowing that this is not 'Goodbye'...it is 'Until we meet again, my friend'.

2009-01-15 Arabella / Patricia: There are many stories I could tell but I will just say Christine, I am glad you are no longer in pain and I am glad you are with Ron. I know you have missed him. I will miss you so much, my sister. I love you

2009-01-15 Loving daughter - Merissa: Words cannot express what my mother meant to me. My world. Wonder Woman. She knew everything about everything, always had the answer. She was a brilliant seamstress, chef, bellydancer, artist. She was a beautiful artist, meticulous in detail and always had style and grace. She was Scotland all over. Her accent caught most peoples' attention and she drank Snead under the table once at Bennigan's. She was head-strong and always stubborn. She taught me and my siblings to be the same. I never wanted her to hurt, to suffer but she fought til the very end and was just too tired to keep fighting. But I know Ron will take care of her now and they will sail on fair winds and following seas for eternity. I love you so much, Mum, you will be missed for the rest of days and more.

2009-01-15 [oldstickbow]: Lady

Scottish! Not English, the first words spoken between us
Everything looked a little different that day
Faces, names came from everywhere in a blur, in a rush
Drawn back. To the Scott. The lady, what was her name?

Seasons came and left and a friendship grew
In time I learned of her past, her love, and her passion for dance
Her family became my family, but this was before anybody really knew
Cancer attacked my lady, fight hard she did, that tough Scottish lass

But not all strong willed fighters come out so well
Despite all of the love and prayer and pleadings for one more day, to enjoy you, your smile…
It was on a Wednesday that our Lady Margret fell.
She was one of a kind, a true lady with no rival.

You took a part of me with you when you passed
Until we meet again, your memory will last.


Domingos

2009-01-15 Rose Mary: There is no word to describe what Lady Margret was to me, a kind of Sister/Mother. She was so smart and sassy and everything I would want to be. So strong and fearless for her family and her friends, more mighty than any knight. But always kind and cool even when things were not so easy. Such and artist in everything she did. No seamstress I know could match her patience and attention to detail, no dancer so graceful around a fire. I wish I could see her one more time, but I am so grateful her suffering is over. I am not a religious person but I know beyond a doubt that she and Ron are together now and neither will ever know lonelyness or pain again. She leaves us with a treasure trove of wonderful memories to fill the whole in our hearts. It was such an honor to know her and call her freind.
You will be missed beyond measure my sister, peace be with you.

2009-01-15 Ld Egil Haraldsson: Christine , was a friend, my friend. Someone who I enjoyed the
company of. A person who was a delight to know and who could challenge you both mentally and spiritually. She was a beautiful soul, a angel on earth for those who had the pleasure and honor of meeting her. Her warmth of embrace and brightest of smiles could turn any frown to smile. Her beautful laughter would lift my spirit when I was down. She
was many things and had done many things but to me she is a cherished friend whom I will miss.

With Loving Memories
and a saddened heart,
Ld Egil Haraldsson

2009-01-16 Z: *Cursties* I have been asked to post a poem for Milady Vivienne -- (Texas Tiger Lily or Betty Lee)

Milady has expressed to me and asked me to let everyone know that she already misses the one whom she considered her "Living Guardian Angel".

Here is the poem by William Wordsworth. 1770–1850
 
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 
  The earth, and every common sight, 
      To me did seem 
  Apparell'd in celestial light, 
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;— 
    Turn wheresoe'er I may, 
      By night or day, 
The things which I have seen I now can see no more. 
 
    The rainbow comes and goes,
    And lovely is the rose; 
    The moon doth with delight 
  Look round her when the heavens are bare; 
    Waters on a starry night 
    Are beautiful and fair;
    The sunshine is a glorious birth; 
  But yet I know, where'er I go, 
That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. 
 
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, 
  And while the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound, 
To me alone there came a thought of grief: 
A timely utterance gave that thought relief, 
    And I again am strong: 
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; 
I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, 
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, 
    And all the earth is gay; 
      Land and sea
Give themselves up to jollity, 
   And with the heart of May 
  Doth every beast keep holiday;— 
     Thou Child of Joy, 
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy
Shepherd-boy! 
 
Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call 
  Ye to each other make; I see 
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; 
  My heart is at your festival,
My head hath its coronal, 
The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all. 
    O evil day! if I were sullen 
    While Earth herself is adorning, 
      This sweet May-morning,
And the children are culling 
      On every side, 
    In a thousand valleys far and wide, 
    Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, 
And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:—
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! 
    —But there's a tree, of many, one, 
A single field which I have look'd upon, 
Both of them speak of something that is gone: 
     The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat: 
Whither is fled the visionary gleam? 
Where is it now, the glory and the dream? 
 
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: 
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting, 
     And cometh from afar: 
    Not in entire forgetfulness, 
    And not in utter nakedness, 
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home: 
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! 
Shades of the prison-house begin to close 
    Upon the growing Boy, 
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy; 
The Youth, who daily farther from the east 
  Must travel, still is Nature's priest, 
   And by the vision splendid 
   Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away, 
And fade into the light of common day. 
 
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; 
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, 
And, even with something of a mother's mind,
And no unworthy aim, 
  The homely nurse doth all she can 
To make her foster-child, her Inmate Man, 
  Forget the glories he hath known, 
And that imperial palace whence he came.

Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, 
A six years' darling of a pigmy size! 
See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, 
Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, 
With light upon him from his father's eyes!
See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, 
Some fragment from his dream of human life, 
Shaped by himself with newly-learnèd art; 
  A wedding or a festival, 
  A mourning or a funeral;
And this hath now his heart, 
  And unto this he frames his song: 
    Then will he fit his tongue 
To dialogues of business, love, or strife; 
    But it will not be long
Ere this be thrown aside, 
    And with new joy and pride 
The little actor cons another part; 
Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage' 
With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,
That Life brings with her in her equipage; 
    As if his whole vocation 
    Were endless imitation. 
 
Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie 
    Thy soul's immensity;
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep 
Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, 
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, 
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,— 
    Mighty prophet! Seer blest!
On whom those truths do rest, 
Which we are toiling all our lives to find, 
In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; 
Thou, over whom thy Immortality 
Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave,
A presence which is not to be put by; 
     To whom the grave 
Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight 
    Of day or the warm light, 
A place of thought where we in waiting lie;
Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might 
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, 
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke 
The years to bring the inevitable yoke, 
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, 
And custom lie upon thee with a weight, 
Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! 
 
    O joy! that in our embers 
    Is something that doth live,
That nature yet remembers 
    What was so fugitive! 
The thought of our past years in me doth breed 
Perpetual benediction: not indeed 
For that which is most worthy to be blest—
Delight and liberty, the simple creed 
Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, 
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:— 
    Not for these I raise 
    The song of thanks and praise;
But for those obstinate questionings 
  Of sense and outward things, 
  Fallings from us, vanishings; 
  Blank misgivings of a Creature 
Moving about in worlds not realized,
High instincts before which our mortal Nature 
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: 
    But for those first affections, 
    Those shadowy recollections, 
   Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, 
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; 
 Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make 
Our noisy years seem moments in the being 
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
To perish never: 
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, 
      Nor Man nor Boy, 
Nor all that is at enmity with joy, 
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Hence in a season of calm weather 
    Though inland far we be, 
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea 
    Which brought us hither, 
  Can in a moment travel thither,
And see the children sport upon the shore, 
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. 
 
Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! 
    And let the young lambs bound 
    As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng, 
   Ye that pipe and ye that play, 
   Ye that through your hearts to-day 
   Feel the gladness of the May! 
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight, 
  Though nothing can bring back the hour 
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; 
   We will grieve not, rather find 
   Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy 
   Which having been must ever be; 
   In the soothing thoughts that spring 
   Out of human suffering; 
   In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind. 
 
And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, 
Forebode not any severing of our loves! 
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; 
I only have relinquish'd one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway. 
I love the brooks which down their channels fret, 
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; 
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day 
      Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun 
Do take a sober colouring from an eye 
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; 
Another race hath been, and other palms are won. 
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, 
To me the meanest flower that blows can give 
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

*Curtsies*

2009-01-16 david: my heart is very heavy with this news. i have known her for almost 15 years i will miss her for the rest of my days, but i will live with the wonderfull memories of tea and hang overs that she gave me lol and the kind smiles she was always willing to give. the world is a better place because of her.


                  artex
                  aka David W. Coman

2009-01-16 Mark: She was a wonderful person and I will miss her very much.
Ld. Marcus Starke of Aberdeen
mka Mark Starr *

2009-01-16 [Rolando]: It was with a heavy heart that I heard the news of Lady Margaret entering the hospital. I feared the worst as the updates continued. While I only interracted with her briefly over the 15 years I've lived in the area, every time that I spoke with her it seemed as if she knew me forever. The world will be a better place having had a Lady Margaret in it, however it seems a bit tarnished and dull knowing she has moved on.
Daniel Eddington

Rolando Sanchez

2009-01-16 Ruppert Kuster: As someone who not only was a guiding light,a corner stone of this shire Lady Margaret was a shining example of what a lady was in this this society or one in histories past. To many she a mother and a good friend. She was one who only asked that no matter what that in the end we all come together as a family to get things taken care of. A person always with a shoulder to cry on and an open ear to listen with no matter whatever your troubles or problems may have been. Do not think for one moment that this lady was one to keep her mouth closed about things. If there was something on her mind then she did let you know about it even if it was not popular or something that you really wanted to hear. It was for this of herself that I thanked her many times in hearing those things did I come to better undestand myself. 

Ld Ruppert Kuster a.k.a Br. Rrobert
mka Robert Ogren