Mary A. Doughty

CHEBEAGUE ISLAND - The folks on the Island all knew Mary A. Doughty as 'Mother Mary' or MM for short. She did everything and anything she could for anyone and never once thought about herself, but in her later years, especially in the last few months of her life, her family and extended family - the island community - did anything they could for her. That kindness allowed her to remain in her beloved Sunnyside, her true home, on Jenks Road.

Mary A. Doughty died on Wednesday evening at Mercy Hospital in Portland. She was born on January 1, 1916 in Seattle, Washington a daughter of Harry and Ella (Louise) Jenks. She came to Portland as a child, attending local schools here. She attended both Deering High School and Portland High School where she graduated.

She loved music and one time played violin for the Portland Symphony and also was a gifted Soprano, performing with the WPA at various military bases around the state during World War 11. She married Eben S. Doughty and lived in Portland and in Falmouth, After her husband's retirement in 1977 they lived full-time on the Island.

Mrs. Doughty was exceptionally kind. 'She had a heart of gold, but still could not figure out why people liked her,' recalls her daughter, Boopie. She enjoyed being on the go. Whether it was bonfires on the beach, Badminton, Croquet, or beating her son in a race to chug a can of beer, she lived for it all. She was fiercely independent and strong.

She was a Ladies Aid 'participant' on the Island. She enjoyed crossword puzzles and learning channels on television, such as the Discovery Channel, She loved steamed clams, late afternoons before the setting of the sun, Sea Dawg, her fourteen year old Springer Spaniel but most of all, her family and friends.

Mrs. Doughty was predeceased by her husband, Captain Eben S. Doughty in 1987, a son, Captain Bruce H. Doughty in 1985 and a sister Leslie E. Bailey in 1993. She is survived by a son, Barry E. Doughty of Lakeland, FI; a daughter, Bette 'Boopie' Tellinghuisen of Chebeague, Island; two grandchildren Capt. Gardiner S. Doughty of MA and Kimberly H. Doughty of NH; a great granddaughter, Samantha Doughty of NH; a niece, Barbara H. Lawson of NH and a cousin, Edward Jenks of Bath.

Visiting hours will be held from 5 to 8pm on Friday at Hay & Peabody Funeral Home, 749 Congress Street, Portland. A funeral service will be held at 11 am on Saturday at the Chebeague Island United Methodist Church. Interment will follow at the Chebeague Island Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Chebeague Care Resources or to the Island Rescue. Hay and Peabody 772-5463


By Beverly Ross-Murray

Beneath her gray and wind-swept hair

and her freckled, sun-kissed skin

dwelt a heart so grand, so kind and warm

and a beaming full-faced grin.

Her spirit was an ageless one

and defied it's tiring form.

She squeezed each drop from daily life

and has weathered many a storm.

Nature was her greatest gift

and mutual was the feel

with her trusty Sea-Dawg by her side

she relished life with zeal.

She never was a gal of pomp

attention she'd never desire

yet being in her presence gleaned

an adventure one would never tire.

The chapters of her book of life

are filled to over-flow

She's swum the ocean, played symphonies grand

and skied many a slope of snow.

But her family held the dearest place

in that grand old heart of hers.

The pride, the love, the joy they gave

worth to her more than an Emperor's purse.

Astride her tractor, amid the fields

was a spot she'd oft be seen.

Her back so straight, her head held high

on her trusty steed of green!

A few years back, when she lost her home

from the smoky choke of flames,

most worried how she'd handle life

Would she ever be the same.

But her strength and stubborn nature won

and she vowed to soon rebuild.

She taught us how to persevere

as she saw her dream fulfilled.

I, for one, will surely miss

her footprints in the sand

or the enthusiastic full-arm wave

she gave when our boat would land.

Now, when I hear a tractor's growl

or smell a fresh cut lawn,

if I see a smile that lights a room

or a beachcomber out at dawn...

I'll pause to think, perhaps it's her

enjoying life once more.

A life which touched each one she knew

with love, with joy, and so much more.