Published December 7, 2023 at 6:00 a.m. | Updated December 7, 2023 at 7:20 a.m.
Ferguson McKay, 91, devoted husband and loving father, sadly left us
on December 2, 2023, after a brave battle with Parkinson’s disease.
He passed peacefully in his sleep at the Meadows of East Mountain in
Rutland, Vt.
A Renaissance man before that was a thing,
Ferg was an English professor, a delicate writer, a tender soul, a
pragmatist, and a lover of classical music, good food and L.L.Bean
plaid flannel shirts. He was sensitive, witty, refined, and both
generous and frugal. Mostly, he devoted his life to his family and
was the undisputed chief of our little family tribe, caring for our
mother even with Parkinson’s and the loss of most of his eyesight
from glaucoma.
Born in Belmont, Mass., on June 21, 1932,
Ferg loved classical music, particularly the piano and the recorder,
and initially wanted to become a concert pianist. He went to Phillips
Exeter Academy, attended Harvard University and graduated from
Amherst College in 1957, then received a master’s degree in English
from Yale University.
Ferg met Jane Coyle at a church
singles’ group in Cambridge, Mass. Jane had grown up in Cabot, Vt.,
attended Radcliffe and was teaching elementary school. They married
on June 20, 1959, and moved to Albany, N.Y, where Ferg taught in the
State University of New York system, then back to New Haven, Conn.,
where he pursued a PhD in English at Yale.
The family
moved to Vermont in 1967, and over a 24-year career at Lyndon State
College (now Vermont State University-Lyndon), Ferg taught English
and served as dean of faculty, then acting president. As dean in the
1970s, he helped bring the nationally renowned meteorology program to
LSC from a defunct college in New Hampshire. As an English professor,
he most wanted his students to learn to write effectively, and he got
a master’s degree in writing from Northeastern University in the
early 1980s. He is fondly remembered by his students as a thorough,
caring professor who taught them to express themselves fluidly
through the written word.
Although raised in the ivory
tower of academia, Ferg had little tolerance for elitism. He judged
people by their character, not by their titles or stock portfolios,
and was at ease talking to tradespeople and academics alike. He could
quote Shakespeare, expound upon the problems of a septic system,
figure out why a car wouldn’t start and wonder aloud what
astrophysicists knew about dark matter. He also loved a good dirty
joke.
Once in Vermont, Ferg cast aside his suits and ties,
preferring white Hanes undershirts, flannel shirts and dungarees. He
cultivated a huge and well-kept vegetable garden and embraced organic
food decades before it was a trend. His daughters had to eat organic
peanut butter sandwiches at school while their friends got
marshmallow fluff. Much to his daughters’ dismay, he foraged for
fiddleheads in the spring, then served them steamed with butter —
the cause of a few mealtime stare-downs.
Ferg stood out
for his thriftiness, even by Vermont standards. He carried his lunch
to work every day in the same reused Walnut Acres granola bag. During
the energy crisis in the 1970s, he turned the heat down so low that
even the cats were cold. “Wear a hat!” he told his wife and
daughters when they complained. But he made the house feel warm, safe
and secure for all of us, the greatest gift a parent and spouse can
give. He installed a woodstove in the kitchen and spent summers
chopping wood.
The only thing he readily spent money on
was good food, and he loved cuisine from around the world. An
all-you-can-eat buffet was money well spent. On Jane’s 100th
birthday in November, he ate heartily at his favorite Rutland
restaurant, Roots.
Ferg’s biggest fix-it project was
Jane’s family home in Cabot — a Victorian mansion built by her
great-grandparents. After retiring from Lyndon State in 1991, he
renovated and rewired half the house and jacked up its sagging
foundation, and he and Jane spent summers there for the next 26
years. They enjoyed concerts at the Adamant Music School and plays at
the Unadilla Theatre in Marshfield and Lost Nation Theater in
Montpelier.
After living in retirement in Chapel Hill,
N.C., and Brunswick, Maine, Ferg and Jane moved to the Gables at East
Mountain in Rutland in 2018 to be closer to family, and finally to
the Meadows. The family would like to thank the wonderful staff at
the Meadows for their love and care and the devoted caregivers of At
Home Senior Care, who helped Ferg and Jane live at home as long as
possible.
Ferg is survived by Jane, his beloved wife of 64
years; his two daughters, Betsy McKay of Woodbridge, Conn., and Peggy
(McKay) Shinn of Rutland, and their spouses, Neil Bainton and Andrew
Shinn; his three grandchildren, Larisa and Andy Bainton and Sam
Shinn; and his grandson-in-law, Kevin Hernandez. He is also survived
by his younger brother, Donald McKay Jr., of Decatur, Ga. He is
predeceased by his parents and older sister.
A memorial
service will be held on Friday, December 15, 2023, 1 p.m., at Grace
Congregational Church in Rutland, with a second memorial and burial
service in Cabot, Vt., this coming June. In lieu of flowers,
donations in Ferg’s memory may be made to the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research Arrangements are with Tossing Funeral
Home in Rutland.