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- [S986] This Week, by J.M.Buck, Aunt Marg died, 100 yrs old.
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From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net]
Sent: Wednesday, June 08, 2016 3:00 PM
To: ,,,
Subject: This Week
Just four months ago I wrote a column about our aunt, Marguerite Wolfe, who celebrated her 100th birthday on February 9th of this year. Now, because my heart and mind will allow nothing else, I must write about her one last time.
Aunt Marg left this world for the next on May 30th. She had been well-cared for by her son Jim Lehman and his wife Daphne in their home in Ohio.
Aunt Marg was one of a kind, to say the least. She was smart, kind-hearted, hard-working and one of the funniest people I have ever known. She grew up in Gold and always considered it her home, although she had not lived here in over 75 years.
My sisters and I had occasion to be together for a while recently. We sat around a table in a small restaurant and after we had finished our lunch, we visited for nearly two hours. Among other things, we talked about Aunt Marg and our family. We talked about our parents and the good life they gave us and the large cloud of aunts and uncles from both sides who surrounded us. We took them all so much for granted when we were young. These days, we realize how much they colored and influenced our lives. When the family got together, we knew that there would be story after story, a great deal of laughter and, of course, now and then a few tears.
Our parents’ generation grew up during the Great Depression. They knew what it was to pinch every penny; to appreciate every hot meal and to make their clothes last the entire school year. They hung up their shoes once school was out and went barefoot throughout the summer.
Dad and his sisters, Marg and Marie had to board away from home in order to attend high school. They were determined and hard-working and each one graduated. Many young people at that time were not so fortunate.
And just as the country began to come out of the depression and they were beginning their own families, the Second World War began. Marg, Marie and Dad had to watch as their “little” brother Jim was sent off to war.
But to us, they always seemed to come up laughing. Most of the time. Only now and then did we catch a glimpse of the fear and worry that rode on their shoulders every day until Uncle Jim finally made it home.
Aunt Marg lost her first husband Keith Lehman to cancer in 1972. Four years later she married Ralph Wolfe. Her son Jim and his wife Daphne had given her three grandsons to love. In time, both Jim’s family and the Wolfe’s moved to Ohio. My husband and I took my parents there to visit a few times. Sitting around the table late at night snacking on cheese and crackers, I listened to Dad and his sister talk about their childhood. In many ways, it had not been easy. I finally began to appreciate the immense love my Dad shared with his sisters and brother.
Aunt Marg was the last surviving one of the four. As the saying goes, life didn’t always hand her a bowl of cherries. She experienced great love but also dealt with heavy disappointments and heartbreaking losses. Through it all, she shared her big-hearted love with each and every one of us. And she always, always, found a thousand ways to make us laugh.
We will all miss her. But we know we have been blessed beyond words to have known her.
L - R. Jim Morley, Marg Morley Lehman Wolfe, Chet Morley, Marie Morley Truax
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d. 30 May 2016 (Age 100 years) 
