I went to Sunday School at HP conservative Temple with Marcia Hortz. We became good friend! After she passed I never went back to Sunday School. It was so hard to fathom that a girl my age could die.
On a positive note I now live in the same building and play mahjong with her sister Paula.
In 1st grade, I was out sick for a few weeks. Mrs. Keiper sent work home to me to keep up. Marcia brought it to my house quite a few times, a long way from her walk home. A kindness. When I got back to class, I had a crush on her and a few other girls.
So, I gave rings to all the girls who had brought me homework. And Marcia got a ring.
In August before 4th grade began Marcia and a friend were in the Lafayette playground near the 7th-grade wing. She talked about starting school, and how great 4th grade would be. And most importantly.
“I still have that ring you gave me Jimmy.”
I literally hugged that poor tree they had paved around in the playground. We laughed.
Kindness, laughter, and joy were her shared gifts. And a life that was far too short.
Elaine Meyer (Broyles)
Marcia was one of my best friends, she died in 1963 while we were in the fourth grade of cancer. I think about her often.
that year wa s hard for our class, about a month after Marcias passing we lost Doug Cheetham too.
Susan Watkin (Deckman)
I went to Sunday School at HP conservative Temple with Marcia Hortz. We became good friend! After she passed I never went back to Sunday School. It was so hard to fathom that a girl my age could die.
On a positive note I now live in the same building and play mahjong with her sister Paula.
James Scott
Marcia had a soft smile and a warm voice.
In 1st grade, I was out sick for a few weeks. Mrs. Keiper sent work home to me to keep up. Marcia brought it to my house quite a few times, a long way from her walk home. A kindness. When I got back to class, I had a crush on her and a few other girls.
So, I gave rings to all the girls who had brought me homework. And Marcia got a ring.
In August before 4th grade began Marcia and a friend were in the Lafayette playground near the 7th-grade wing. She talked about starting school, and how great 4th grade would be. And most importantly.
“I still have that ring you gave me Jimmy.”
I literally hugged that poor tree they had paved around in the playground. We laughed.
Kindness, laughter, and joy were her shared gifts. And a life that was far too short.