Lizbeth Folger

December 23, 1958 - July 2, 2023

Lizbeth spent the entirety of her childhood living in a home for children, and moved to Camphill Village at the age of 20. This existence of hers set her on a quest for “home” throughout her 60 plus years.

“Where is home?”

“Is this your home?”

“Will you visit my home?”

Over the years here and in her travels, she began to finely distinguish the house, the hotel, the home.

Lizbeth dove into life in Camphill with laughter, humor, and some grumpiness. She had a tender side, a loyal and faithful side. She loved music, bell choir, and singing. Her work in the woodshop was described by Kerst de Jong.

“She came late but once she got onto ‘her machine,’ drilling the holes for the trivets, she was reluctant to leave at lunchtime!”

Lizbeth swam easily and naturally. Helen Wolff told the story of her husband Carl taking her to the swim pond. Lizbeth jumped right in and swam to the other side, and it was clear she possessed a great skill. Vacations to Lake George, and to Cape Cod with Matt and Ingrid, allowed Lizbeth to indulge in swimming.

Lizbeth also worked in the weavery. She was always willing to fill in on different jobs when needed.

She and her mother, Rita, developed a closer relationship as they grew older. Lizbeth, whose speech was difficult to understand, spoke eloquently on the telephone, especially with her mother.

Her home in this intergenerational intentional community allowed her to develop all kinds of relationships, including her connections to friends on the other side—she knew when her friend Camilla had died, for instance, and her mother. Her quest, her question of “home” is now to be answered as she finds her way to her spiritual place of origin. May she rest there, welcomed into the arms of love.

*The information in thebiography above was prepared by Reverend Mimi Coleman from the Christian Community in Hillsdale, and edited for this publication.