Samuel Norman McCain

I met The Reverend Samuel McCain when I moved to Peaks Island, Maine, circa 2000. We had several interesting conversations and he was a much respected and appreciated presence on that beautiful island in Casco Bay. I had had something of a traumatic memory loss and although I was able to find, buy, and begin to renovate a ramshackle old pile..I had to relearn some finer points. I appreciate that Rev. McCain gave me a gentle lesson on always asking first before attempting to pet even an...

In 1998, Sam joined the joint EPF and APF (Anglican Pacifist Fellowship) pilgrimage to Canterbury as part of the Lambeth Conference. He was the second oldest pilgrim - but the first one up every morning. He was a real contribution to the group and even had us doing exercises early one morning on the lawn of a Friend's Meeting House! His commitment to social justice was clear to all. His quiet manner and radiant smile were such a part of that wonderful pilgrimage for me. The condolences...

On my second visit to Peaks Island I was introduced to Sam at a Brackett's church luncheon by George and Jan Smith. What pleasure it was to have met such a fine, fine person. We talked regularly on my subsequent visits over the past few years and I always knew that I had spent time with a very special soul when our visits were over. I always left with the thought of "I'd like to be like him when I grow up." He will be missed and remembered for a great long while.

The world is a sadder place without Sam. Such a thoughtful, warm, involved gentleman. I will miss him on the island, will miss his smile, seeing him on his scooter with his little dog and his "War is failure" sign.What a wonderful man.

Our hearts and prayers go out to the family and friends of Sam. He was a living example of kindness and concern for all mankind. Peaks residents will miss seeing his motor cart, dog and signs for peace.He was truly an inspiration to all.

When I first moved to Peaks Island in - what? - the late 1990's, Sam immediately knocked on my door with a "Welcome to the neighborhood!" grin and offered to escort me to church the next Sunday. Much to my surprise, we went first through my back yard to the Catholic church, then, same day, we hustled along the foot path next to Sam's house and climbed the hill to Brackett UMC. Thus the stage was set for a friendship that deepened with time. Brackett's became my spiritual home, and Sam one of...