John N. Marsh

Dear Allison and family, We are holding you up and....your family today and forever into God´s provision. We remember and treasure your wonderful husband John Marsh, as we celebrate our fortieth year of marriage. He married us and we very often.... recite the statemement he said....on our wedding day..... forty years ago. "A good marriage is not about marrying the right person....it is about being the right person". His statement still draws tears to my eyes....aside. His wise and kind...

John was our interim minister at May Memorial Unitarian Universalist in Syracuse NY. He was a wonderful person.

In my opinion, John Marsh was the best minister we ever had at May Memorial Unitarian Universalist Society in Syracuse, NY. Although he was an interim, we wanted him to be our permanently called minister. John was kind, understanding, and always took time to listen to you.

Dear Alison and family, I am sending you our deepest condolences on behalf of the UU Retired Ministers and Partners Association. John was one of our remarkable colleagues and his dedication and gentle spirit will be missed. May his memory be a blessing.

Dear Alison and family, I just heard of John's death, and I am so very sorry to hear this. I always liked and respected John, and I loved his story-telling! My sincere condolences to all of you, Liz

Dear Alison, James, Aidan, and Robin: I was so sorry to learn of John's passing. He was a dear man, cherished by so many. I enjoyed getting to know all of you when you lived in Rochester, and John and I continued to touch base on occasion. You've all been in my thoughts. Sending love and hugs.

We are so very sorry to hear of John's passing. Our hearts and thoughts go our to Alison, James, Aidan and Robin. Love & Hugs

John was so kind to me. Though I hadn't seen him in decades, I often thought of him. One gift he gave me was "movie criticism". That a social justice critique was vital but not all. Whether playing chess or making soup, whenever I saw him, his smile always seemed to be starting; you would be caught in his happiness wave and wait for the smile to crest and return but so captivated by the swell of joy, you did not notice it go away. Maybe it didn't. Maybe it just leapt off his face to...