Obituary of Glenna D. Vail

The peaceful passing of Glenna Douglas (Perry) Vail, occurred on October 26, 2023 at Kiwanis Nursing Home, Sussex, NB. Born in Coles Island, NB on May 26, 1941, she was the daughter of the late Wyer and Bertha (Cole) Perry. Glenna is survived by her husband of 62 years, Randall of Belleisle Creek, NB; sons, Stephen also of Belleisle Creek and Peter (Liane) of Charters Settlement, NB; sister Lynn Myers (Don) of Glendale, California; her treasured grandchildren Emily (Allen) and Graeme; several nieces & nephews and many special friends. In addition to her parents, Glenna was predeceased by sisters Myra Perry, Anna Hasson, Vesta McGinley, Berne Boyd and Donna Bielecki; brothers Donald, Wayne and Warren Perry, sister-in-laws Glenna (Bishop) Perry, Irene Smith, Etta Vail, Marion Kellow (Walter) & Marie Mason (Stan), brother-in-laws Osborne ‘Todd’ Boyd, Charles ‘Bud’ McGinley, Bogdan ‘Buck’ Bielecki, Clifford Vail (Florence) and Hedley Vail Jr (Eileen).

Dedicated wife and mother; a great part of Glenna’s life was spent looking after her boys and her beloved grandchildren.

Arrangements have been entrusted to Sherwood’s Funeral Home (506-839-2156) 18 Scovil Road, Norton. A celebration of Glenna’s life will take place at the Belleisle Creek Community Hall (1338 Route 870, Belleisle Creek, NB) on Sunday, November 12, 2023 from 1:30 to 4:00pm. Donations in memory of Glenna can be made to the Belleisle Creek Community Hall or the donor’s choice and are much appreciated by the family.

A very special thank you to all of the staff at Kiwanis Nursing Home for the excellent care they provided.

THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE IS THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD

Blessing on the hand of women!

Angels guard it’s strength and grace.

In the palace, cottage, hovel,

Oh, no matter where the place;

Would that never storms assailed it,

Rainbows ever gently curled,

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy’s the tender fountain,

Power may with beauty flow,

Mothers first to guide the streamlets,

From them souls unresting grow-

Grow on for the good or evil,

Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,

For the hand that rocks the cradle,

Is the hand that rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission,

Here upon our natal sod;

Keep— oh, keep the young heart open

Always to the breath of God!

All true trophies of the ages

Are from mother-love impearled,

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessing on the hand of women!

Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,

And the sacred song is mingled

With the worship in the sky —

Mingles where no tempest darkens,

Rainbows evermore are hurled;

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

- William Ross Wallace, 1865.