My mother's best friend, Marguerite Silverthorne, was a close friend of Ned's during the time she lived in that beautiful retirement community. I absolutely love the book he had her send to me several years ago. I've read "In these my 90 plus years" at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Fresno" a few times. I miss my mother, I miss Marguerite, and I miss hearing about your father. Peace!

Ned, we miss you. The Peonies that you and Joyce gave us are blooming now. They are in the front yard beside the ones that used to grow in my Mother's garden when I was growing up,

My mother's best friend, Marguerite Silverthorne, lived in the same place as Ned in MD where they became friends. I never got to meet Ned, but I have enjoyed his book "Points of View" so much. What a wonderful man! I wish I could have met him.

I was Ned Bayley's eye doctor. He had poor vision for many years, but always kept such a positive attitude. He continued to do activities that were surprising given his vision impairment. He always sent me a holiday card. He was one of only a handful of "truly inspirational patients" that I have had the privilege of caring for. I will miss him.

TO Ned--a long-time friend and neighbor. Luther and I were made to feel so welcome when we moved into our house on July 1, 1983. You used to put vegetables from your wonderful garden over the back fence which we shared . When you moved to Leisure World and then to Riderwood Village, you continued to order flowers from my shop. You will be missed...............

Ned,
My friend when my advancing years gave opportunity to gain wisdom beyond knowledge. I shared precious minutes at the fence doing my best to express thanks for Ned's incredible generosity from his garden. He loved and respected the life all around him - his neighbors and their shared fortunes and misfortunes; even the life of his property from when his family moved to Colesville and changed a small acreage to the most incredible garden of vegetables, fruits, plants, flowers and fish in the dam built on the stream passing through. I don't believe he ever saw a day without promise of someway to make life better. Me? I love every spring, because his flowers bloom in my front yard with more splendor each year and I hope to show more of the seeds of his wisdom in me. I will never forget Ned Bayley.