Annamarie Martin

annamarie martin
Annamarie Martin, 66, of Beverly, died peacefully on Thursday, November 30, 2023 at the Kaplan Family Hospice House following a lengthy illness. Born in Hillsdale, MI on June 14, 1957, she was the daughter of Rosemarie (Rawlins) (Martin) Schneider of Michigan and the late Ralph Martin. She was raised and educated in Michigan and relocated to Boston 48 years ago. For the past 30 years she had been a resident of Brookline and then Beverly. Annamarie earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing from Emerson College while working nights full-time as a Function Coordinator at Hampshire House, the event venue and restaurant above Cheers on Beacon Hill. After graduation she was an editor for professional financial newsletters and catalogs. Annamarie learned to sail at Community Boating in Boston. She was a natural-born sailor, exceptionally skilled. She raced on Sundays on the Charles River, day-tripped to the Harbor Islands on weekends, and night sailed in Boston Harbor during the week. She had many extended sailing adventures throughout the waters of New England. She knew how to handle sailboats and was at home on the water. For 25 years Annamarie was active in the Community Gardens and the Unitarian Universalist churches in both Brookline and Beverly. She volunteered at Beverly Bootstraps, teaching English as a second language for 3 years. She was eager to engage people who were new to sailing, gardening, church. She had a strong sense of community, for building relationships and lifelong friendships. She was charitable with time, home-cooked meals, and financial and moral support. Annamarie was a loving mother and completely devoted to her daugher, Alexandra Martin Rush of Beverly. Nothing mattered more to Annamarie than Ally's well-being and happiness. In addition to her daughter, Alexandra, Annamarie is survived by her mother and step-father, Rosemarie and Paul Schneider, and her siblings, John Martin, William Martin, Teresa Williams, and Matthew Martin, and her former husband, John Rush. As we bid farewell to Annamarie, we commit to remember and honor her courage, strength, friendship, and love. A celebration of life will be announced at a later date. Contributions in memory of Annamarie may be made to Friends of Beverly Animals (www.friendsofbeverlyanimals.org) or to the Junior Program Endowment Fund at Community Boating (portal.community-boating.org/donate). Arrangements are by C.R. Lyons & Sons Funeral Directors, 28 Elm St., Danvers. To share an expression of sympathy with her family, please visit www.LyonsFuneral.com.

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  1. Annamarie as a young adult at her parent’s home in Hillsdale, MI. Behind her is a family photo of the Martin clan, Annamarie’s childhood family. The 6-year-old in the bottom right corner with dark hair and bangs is Annamarie. Her father Ralph is holding her sister Teresa, and her mother Rose is holding her infant brother Matt. Between Annamarie and Rose are brothers John on the left and Bill on the right. Five children in five years, Annamarie was first-borne.

  2. Annamarie on a sailing expedition in Salem Harbor, August 2022. On the water and in the sun—in her element—a well-deserved perfect day for her. Annamarie was 65 years old when this photo was made, yet look at her hair. She had no more grey hair than she did the day I met her nearly 30 years ago. She was always younger than her age in appearance and spirit.

  3. To my wife and partner Annamarie, it is so difficult for me to imagine a world without you in it. I have so very many memories of our happy times together, landmarks in our lives, moments of great joy. Thank you for the lessons you taught me. Thank you especially for making me a father.

    May the sun shine warm upon your face, may the rains fall soft upon your fields. May your loving soul rest in peace. John

  4. A poem about growing old and loss written by the Irish poet John O’Donohue. Beannacht is Gaelic for Blessing. This poem fits my memories of Annamarie well because of its references to fields and waters, and Annamarie’s passion for gardening and sailing.

    Beannacht
    By John O’Donohue, for Josie, his mother

    On the day when
    the weight deadens
    on your shoulders
    and you stumble,
    may the clay dance
    to balance you.

    And when your eyes
    freeze behind
    the grey window
    and the ghost of loss
    gets into you,
    may a flock of colours,
    indigo, red, green
    and azure blue,
    come to awaken in you
    a meadow of delight.

    When the canvas frays
    in the currach of thought
    and a stain of ocean
    blackens beneath you,
    may there come across the waters
    a path of yellow moonlight
    to bring you safely home.

    May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
    may the clarity of light be yours,
    may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
    may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

    And so may a slow
    wind work these words
    of love around you,
    an invisible cloak
    to mind your life.

  5. I was so very saddened to hear of Anna Maries passing, I have such fond memories of Anna as a neighbor, friend, mentor, fellow cat lover, and gardener. I was new to a lot of experiences Anna was well versed in, and spent time teaching me, We spent many hours talking life and sharing tips on motherhood,.She introduced me to the garden, and it stuck, for life, with myself, my son, and now, my daughter. I will miss her. May she have found peace in her passing, her health struggles were long and sometimes hard to deal with but she handled them well. Rest well Anna.. You are missed and thought of dearly.

  6. Annamarie was a wonderful friend and mentor. We talked many, many times about parenting– it was evident to all how very much she adored Ally and how fully devoted her heart was to her daughter. She shared many words of wisdom with me and was an inspiring example of finding joy and delight in spite of considerable challenge. She was strong in the very best way, with softness. I am blessed to have met her and found her as a friend at the time in my life that I did, and I will always carry a little bit of her light within me. Sharing wishes for peace, gratitude, love.


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