Menu
- Home
- Search▼
- List▼
- Add▼
- My Relate▼
- Admin▼
ViewsWatchersBrowse |
Family tree▼ (edit)
m. 26 Nov 1925
Facts and Events
Norman L. Pinetto was Margaret's godfather, godmother unknown. Margaret Mary Clark was born appropriately on Christmas day in 1930. Her Mom died when she was 7. She loved most any music and learned to play the piano. Most of the time she listened while her little sister Lois played. She grew up being tormented by three older brothers and playing with her sister when she could. She attended Winterport school in Maine and graduated in 1948. She worked at Dow Airfield in Bangor Maine. Most of her professional life she was a Ward Clerk. She retired from the Veterans Memorial Home in Yountville California in 1995 as a supervisor. She loved listening to the veterans telling stories of there lives. Her greatest love was having family home for Christmas. She would go all out on presents and making a feast for all to eat. She had phone calls and visitors from all over the country on Christmas day. Her favorite was the midnight calls from her big brother Norman. Most people with a birthday on Christmas would sit back and get waited on, not Mom. Her time was best spent playing with her grand children. Either having a tea party or just dancing in the living room, she didn’t sit in front of the tube, she spent it with them. You could not be in the house for 20 minutes before she would challenge you to a game. What I didn’t know at the time was she wasn’t interested in the game, she was interested in us. Mom was a life long dedicated Democrat. She always rooted for the little guy and when some politician would do something dumb, she would make sure and point it out. Never pointed out your faults, she would be positive when others were negative. She spent her life taking care of others. Her favorite was bingo. She could play 30 cards and identify a number you missed on the three you were playing. She made heavy investments in the bingo parlor. When I found out that she was working at the bingo parlor, I assumed it was to pay off her debt. She just loved being there. Not one for drinking, one time at a casino in Reno she was offered a Root Beer. She liked that. Didn’t know it had booze in it, or at least that’s what she said. Mom had a God given gift to listen to every word you would say, understand the problem, and put a positive twist on it. She would spend an hour telling stories and turn your bad day into a fantastic experience. She built confidence in the weak, made you laugh at yourself, and made you proud to be an American. She died peacefully with her family at her side December 7th, 1997 and she has been really missed. References
|
||||||||||||||||||||||
