She left us Saturday October 1 at 11:55 p.m. She was 83 years old.
Vidy passed of natural causes in her home located in Atkinson, NH, with her husband, sisters, daughters, best friend and grandson by her side.
Vidy was born in Brownville, Maine, on April 27, 1934, to Roland and Flora Stubbs. One of five children, she had four sisters and one brother. Violet was married to H. Wayne Artus for 62 years.
Violet was always a vibrant and sparkling personality, littering her path of life with joviality, fun and love.
One of her favorite things in life was being in her “Camp My Own” on Schoodic Lake, Maine. She was an avid seamstress, loved to cook, sing, dance, boat, read, walk and garden but mostly reveled in having her family around her making good old-fashioned fun.
Vidy was an active member of the Congregational Church in Atkinson, N.H., for decades. She also regularly volunteered for Hospice and various philanthropic groups within her church.
She is survived by her husband, Wayne, her two daughters, Patricia Theall and Wanda Artus-Cooper; as well as five grandchildren, Stanley, Dylan, Michael, Cassidy and Lauren.
Arrangements will be made in the summer of 2017 for services to be held at both her son’s side in Atkinson, N.H., as well as her beloved “Camp My Own” in Maine.
In lieu of flowers, the family’s wishes are to contribute to the National Parkinson’s Foundation as a Tribute to Violet “Stubbs” Artus.
Here is a poem dad shared with us all while mom was still with us:
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “there she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout; “here she comes!”
And that is dying…..
Henry Van Dyke
We miss you mom.
Published on  October 13, 2016