MARINDA MAY (SHEPARD) BICKFORD was born in Providence Rhode Island on March 7, 1926 to Arthur Marshall Shepard and Marinda (Griffin) Shepard. She spent most of her life in Providence, Rhode Island. Her formal education was in the Rhode Island School System. She was married to Herbert Bickford; together they were blessed with five children.
In her early years Marinda Bickford was a member of Ebenezer Baptist Church, and in later years, she became a member of C.O.G.I.C Church of Providence; in Providence, Rhode Island under the leadership of Presiding Elder Nathaniel Witcher.
Marinda M. Bickford, at the age of 92, went home to be with the Lord on Monday, January 7, 2019 at her daughter’s home in Chester, VA. She was preceded in death by two sisters and a brother; Emma Robertson; Elaine Shepard and Arthur Shepard. She leaves a loving sister, Muriel Jacks of California. She was preceded in death by two daughters: Sandra M. Williams and Nancy L. Bickford-Anderson. She is remembered by her two sons: Herbert L. Bickford Jr. of Pawtucket, RI and K. Marshall Bickford of North Attleboro, MA; one daughter, Cheri L. (Bickford) Beverley of Chester, VA; four grandchildren Damian Anderson of Florida, Tiffany Anderson of Florida, Brandon Beverley of Florida, and Brianda Beverley of Maryland; and three great grandchildren.
Marinda was loved by all who knew her. She was a woman of God with a sweet spirit and a warm smile for all.
A MOTHER’S LOVE
A Mother’s love is something that no one can explain. It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain. It is endless, unselfish and enduring come what may. For nothing can destroy it or take that love away. It is patient and forgiving, when all others are forsaking and it never fails or falters, even though the heart is breaking. It believes beyond believing, when the world around condemns and it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems. It is far beyond defining it defies all explanation and it still remains a secret, like the mysteries of creation a many splendored miracle, that man cannot understand and another wondrous evidence of God’s tender guiding hand.
---Helen Steiner Rice