Sometime in the 1950's Margie began suffering from the effects of Muscular Dystrophy. I remember going with my mother to pick her up and bring her to the hospital for physical therapy weekly for several months when I was young. I don't think the therapy helped much, because she continued to get worse over the years. (On a side note, I remember Mom stopping in a Hostess bakery distributor on the way home to get day-old baked goods. It was on rt 21 in Newark.)
When Frank retired, the three of them (Frank, Margie & son) moved to Heathville, Virginia. Frank died there in 1987 and she passed away in 1992. I don't know where he was buried, but Margie was brought home to Pennsylvania, to be buried in St Tikhons cemetery in South Canaan, PA, next to her sister Mary.
I remember Margie as a sweet lady who suffered very much over her life. She was kind to me and appreciated my talking to her. I think she was starved for companionship and enjoyed our visits very much. The last time I saw her was in 1990 on the way to my niece's wedding in Virginia. My husband, Mom, Dad & I had just come from another niece's wedding in the state of Washington. Mom & Dad spent a week at our house in Maryland between the weddings. We drove to the wedding with an afternoon stop in Heathville to visit. Margie was very glad to see us, but I could hear the bitterness of the years in her voice. She deserved a better life. I pray she has peace and freedom from pain now.

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