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Fay Inchfawn

I lived from 1881-unknown. I was from England, and am in the English category.

Apart from the possible fact that she was born in 1881 in England, very little can be found of this lady who used the name 'Fay Inchfawn' as a pseudonym for her real name of Elizabeth Rebecca Ward.
Her books were still being published in 1960 and they include:-
A Book of Remembrance
As I Lay Thinking
Having it out: Talks and readings for women's meetings
Homely Talks Of A Homely Woman
Homely Verses Of A Home-Lover
Little Donkey
Living In A Village
Not the final word: Or, A joyful tribute
Picnic On The Hill
Poems From A Quiet Room
Salute to the Village
Senior Reciter
Something More to Say: A Personal Recording
Songs of the Ups ; Downs
Sweet Water And Bitter
The Adventures Of A Homely Woman
The Beautiful Presence In The Garden Of The Soul
The Day's Journey
The Life Book Of Mary Watt
The Little Donkey
Think of the Lilies (Lakeland)
Those Remembered Days: A Personal Recording
Through The Windows Of A Little House
Unposted Letters
Verses Of A House-Mother
Who Goes Over The Sea
Who Goes To The Garden
Who Goes to the Wood

and her most famous book
Verse Book of a Homely Woman

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