" OUR EDIE" 

Miss . Easterbrook, known to all as "Our Edie"
One of old Barum Town's disappearing characters was she,
Everyone knew our little old "Edie"
Apparently alone in this our modern age,
Born in a Century when time stood still.

Black book and fine socks she would wear,
Skirts that came down to meet the ground below,
And an old Macintosh to wear, upon a blustery day.

As she ambled her way about the Town,
On and off buses ,making conversation,

Everyone about old Barum Town knew "Our Edie"
At School and into Service,
It was "Our Edie's " lot to Serve
Her Maker, Master, and Earthly Friends.

For Miles she would walk,
Come rain, or shine,
Full of living,
Socialising,
Or visiting the infirm,
With her dog, or feline friend,
The "Sooty Puss"

To the Church of "St. Augustine" upon the hill,
 She went,

To sing her Praise's of her God,
For that was "Our Edie's" lot, To Serve her Lord above,

As well as Friends, She loved her flowers,
To beatify God house, upon the hill,
Her nimble fingers were busy to the end,
The Boys will miss her sweets,
And we too shall miss her rosy red cheeks,

Now gone is she,
Gone from this Earthly Place,
To sing her song,
In everlasting joy,
With Saints,
To her God, on High,

Remembered now,
By this Scribe, and Boy below. Edith Sarah Easterbrook,
 Died 1.3. 1981. Age 89.