Catherine Connolly Eichelberger
Mama Margie has been my OM (other mother) most of my life. I was always so happy she referred to me as her OD (other daughter) but also as her daughter and I share a same sounding name she called us kathy1 and cathy2. She was so full of life with remarks that flew off of her tongue…never hurtful. Ever. Terrific sense of humor. She knew what was going on at all times. She loved hearing our jokes…she seemed to know all the twists but laughed anyways. Sometimes we stretched her patience.…joy riding in the blue VW after we thought she and RayD went to sleep…HA! (KF and CC). She opened her home to rowdy teenagers, even after they broke the closet door (Hagan). We filled the bathroom with cans of Aquanet hairspray, before dances, parties and she never mentioned if she was aware we stole her cigarettes! As teens we became a new family with the addition of Dale (McGoldrick nee Foster) girls from the beach that attended Notre Dame,who, to this day call themselves the BEACHBABES. We drove miles around our hangout called The Barrel. She never criticized us. She was a huge part of the women we became. We modeled her…it was a perfect plan God set forth. We miss you Mama…I hope to join you one day and we can party some more.
Margie had a “before kids” rich life with RayD, dancing and partying at the VFW on22nd Ave, celebrating her own mother’s long life and her rich life with her siblings. The Church of Transfiguration and it’s priests Fr Mulligan and Bolger were always welcome at her table. She even set the pace with her 1957 yellow Bellair! We never needed a good manners book as long as she could illustrate it by her everyday life.
Look this way, you’ll not see the likes of her again.
