Margaret Mary "Peg" Bromfield, 94, died peacefully at home Tuesday, Nov. 13, 2018, surrounded by her adoring children.
Born Feb. 13, 1924, Peg was a life resident of Ashley. She was a coalminer's daughter and eldest of eight children to the late Patrick Joseph Clarke, an immigrant of County Mayo, Ireland, and Ellen Magdalene Nealon, Ashley.
Peg attended St. Leo's School. She was a faithful member of the Church of God for 48 years and was the beloved and respected matriarch of her Quakertown congregation.
She married her childhood sweetheart, the late Edmund Leo Bromfield, on Jan. 20, 1945, and remained a loving and dedicated wife until she was widowed at the age of 48, on Sept. 18, 1970.
She remained a full-time mother and homemaker, who reared her eight children with boundless love and devotion. She was happiest in her kitchen, cooking and baking various breads and pies. She loved canning season. Every year, she filled her pantry closet, top to bottom with canned fruits, pickles, and tomato sauce, most of which she gave away as gifts.
She could be found, almost every evening, in her living room, watching the sunset out her window. She always said, "Sunsets are God's way of giving her a kiss, 'goodnight.'"
In addition to her parents and husband, Peg was preceded in death by her son, Raymond Thomas Bromfield; three great-grandchildren, Faith Buff, Corbin McIntyre and Isla Everett; her brother, Frank Clark; sisters, Kitty and her husband, Ed Harkins; and Eleanor and her husband, Dave Williams; and sister-in-law, Mrs. Jimmy (Kathryn) Clarke.
She is survived by seven of her eight children, Ed (Murph) and his wife, Kay, Danielsville; Joe and his wife, Ginny, Allentown; Judy and her husband, Chet Buff, Mountain Top; Bonita and her husband, Bob Kipa, Wilkes-Barre; JoAnna and her husband, Jude Buckwalter, Ashley; John and his wife, Ida, Hellertown; Peggy and her husband, Bob Wentz, Nanticoke; and her daughter-in-law, the widow of Ray, Debbi and her husband, Ed Degosky, Nanticoke.
Peg was the loving "Gram" to 26 grandchildren and delightful "Great Gram" to 29 great-grandchildren with two more expected in the Spring.
She is also survived by her siblings, Joe (Irene) Clark, Ray (Jane Ellen) Clarke, Mary (Bill 196850084, who died one day short of three months of her passing), Bly and Jimmy Clarke; and sister-in-law, Mrs. Frank (Rosemary) Clark, all of Ashley. She had numerous nieces and nephews, cousins and countless friends.
Funeral services where held on Monday the 19th at Desiderio Funeral Home, 436 S. Mountain Blvd., Mountain Top, with Kevin Epps, of the Church of God awa officiating. Followed by the interment at Oak Lawn Cemetery, Wilkes Barre.
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My "Facebook" tribute to my mother on her 95th birthday.....
Three months ago today my dear Mother closed her beautiful blue eyes one last time. Since then, not a day has gone by that I have not thought about her or thought to call or visit so I could tell her about what has been going on, what prayer has been answered or to see how she is feeling. Is she warm enough in the frigid temps, is she letting her water run so her pipes do not freeze? Is she eating? I miss her every day.
But most importantly, on this day; February 13, 1924, ninety-five years ago, this beautiful lady was born. And this little section of the world became a much better place because she was in it. I don't need to tell you why. You who had the pleasure of knowing her and those of you who read my posts, all know the remarkable woman she was. However, I will say this…
As my sisters and I sift through Mother's things over the past three months it has come more and more evident (not that there was ever a doubt), that Mother was very true and faithful. She was the woman who we saw on the surface, on a daily basis. She wasn't a closet slob or hoarder (aside from saving every love letter we have ever given her). Her closets were as clean and organized as her home so meticulously always was. We found cards and little gifts intended for future giving…she was always so generous. As stated, she saved every card, picture and love note we ever gave to her or our father. Even to personal arrangements, making sure we were all taken care of in our youth in the event anything ever happened to her.
But what inspired us the most, were the little index cards, backs of envelopes and scrap paper secured with rubber bands or paper clips which had names of family & friends, ministers (each one by name), the church, neighbors and complete strangers who she had been praying for…you often hear the phrase, "you are in my prayers." And although the person who says this means well, they do not always follow through. But if Mother said she would pray for you, you knew you were on her very long list and stayed there until she was told otherwise.
Mother had several Bibles and everyone of them were worn and tattered with use and church literature with earmarks & notes. Binders filled with personal notes on how she needed to grow & ways that she could become a godlier person. She worshipped God in both sincerity and in truth (John 4:24), She was constantly working on herself, striving to grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior (2 Peter 3:18).
Mother has been both friend and mentor to so many over the past 94.9 years. To me, she was my Mother, a strong firm hand when I needed it, but more so a shoulder to cry on, and arms of affection and love even when I didn't know that I needed it. She was my friend and she was my hero. Even though in my younger years, I feel that I was one of her greatest trials, like God, she never gave up on me. And through Him, she is the reason I am the woman I am today. She taught me all I need to know to be a godly person. I still have a LONG way to go, but I am still learning from her example and I know that what she taught me these many years is and always will be the foundation to me becoming the woman I was meant to be. I am so BLESSED to have the honor of being raised by this amazingly lovely human being-My Mother.
Today, as we have for about 30 years or more, my sisters and I will be going out to celebrate Mother's life. The only difference is that Mother will not be there with us, or will she? Judy has Mother's generosity and peacemaking spirit. Bonnie has Mother's sweetness and always the perfect lady. JoAnna has Mother's spunk and her strength to soldier on no matter what comes her way. And me, well I wish that I could say that I have it all (hopefully someday soon) …but realistically…I guess I have her sense of hospitality…like her, I never met a stranger. So yes, I guess in a way, she will be with us, living in each of us in our own little way…what a legacy…we certainly have large shoes to fill, but it is through her example that we have learned to be up to the task.
We didn't have her for as long as we wanted, but we DID have her & that makes us very blessed. So today, we celebrate this beautiful woman who lives on in us… her children, her grand & her great grandchildren. Well done dear Mother, you taught us well.
Happy Birthday my darling, we raise a glass to you and to that glorious day that we will meet again
"Is brea liom tu chun piosai"
Born Feb. 13, 1924, Peg was a life resident of Ashley. She was a coalminer's daughter and eldest of eight children to the late Patrick Joseph Clarke, an immigrant of County Mayo, Ireland, and Ellen Magdalene Nealon, Ashley.
Peg attended St. Leo's School. She was a faithful member of the Church of God for 48 years and was the beloved and respected matriarch of her Quakertown congregation.
She married her childhood sweetheart, the late Edmund Leo Bromfield, on Jan. 20, 1945, and remained a loving and dedicated wife until she was widowed at the age of 48, on Sept. 18, 1970.
She remained a full-time mother and homemaker, who reared her eight children with boundless love and devotion. She was happiest in her kitchen, cooking and baking various breads and pies. She loved canning season. Every year, she filled her pantry closet, top to bottom with canned fruits, pickles, and tomato sauce, most of which she gave away as gifts.
She could be found, almost every evening, in her living room, watching the sunset out her window. She always said, "Sunsets are God's way of giving her a kiss, 'goodnight.'"
In addition to her parents and husband, Peg was preceded in death by her son, Raymond Thomas Bromfield; three great-grandchildren, Faith Buff, Corbin McIntyre and Isla Everett; her brother, Frank Clark; sisters, Kitty and her husband, Ed Harkins; and Eleanor and her husband, Dave Williams; and sister-in-law, Mrs. Jimmy (Kathryn) Clarke.
She is survived by seven of her eight children, Ed (Murph) and his wife, Kay, Danielsville; Joe and his wife, Ginny, Allentown; Judy and her husband, Chet Buff, Mountain Top; Bonita and her husband, Bob Kipa, Wilkes-Barre; JoAnna and her husband, Jude Buckwalter, Ashley; John and his wife, Ida, Hellertown; Peggy and her husband, Bob Wentz, Nanticoke; and her daughter-in-law, the widow of Ray, Debbi and her husband, Ed Degosky, Nanticoke.
Peg was the loving "Gram" to 26 grandchildren and delightful "Great Gram" to 29 great-grandchildren with two more expected in the Spring.
She is also survived by her siblings, Joe (Irene) Clark, Ray (Jane Ellen) Clarke, Mary (Bill 196850084, who died one day short of three months of her passing), Bly and Jimmy Clarke; and sister-in-law, Mrs. Frank (Rosemary) Clark, all of Ashley. She had numerous nieces and nephews, cousins and countless friends.
Funeral services where held on Monday the 19th at Desiderio Funeral Home, 436 S. Mountain Blvd., Mountain Top, with Kevin Epps, of the Church of God awa officiating. Followed by the interment at Oak Lawn Cemetery, Wilkes Barre.
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My "Facebook" tribute to my mother on her 95th birthday.....
Three months ago today my dear Mother closed her beautiful blue eyes one last time. Since then, not a day has gone by that I have not thought about her or thought to call or visit so I could tell her about what has been going on, what prayer has been answered or to see how she is feeling. Is she warm enough in the frigid temps, is she letting her water run so her pipes do not freeze? Is she eating? I miss her every day.
But most importantly, on this day; February 13, 1924, ninety-five years ago, this beautiful lady was born. And this little section of the world became a much better place because she was in it. I don't need to tell you why. You who had the pleasure of knowing her and those of you who read my posts, all know the remarkable woman she was. However, I will say this…
As my sisters and I sift through Mother's things over the past three months it has come more and more evident (not that there was ever a doubt), that Mother was very true and faithful. She was the woman who we saw on the surface, on a daily basis. She wasn't a closet slob or hoarder (aside from saving every love letter we have ever given her). Her closets were as clean and organized as her home so meticulously always was. We found cards and little gifts intended for future giving…she was always so generous. As stated, she saved every card, picture and love note we ever gave to her or our father. Even to personal arrangements, making sure we were all taken care of in our youth in the event anything ever happened to her.
But what inspired us the most, were the little index cards, backs of envelopes and scrap paper secured with rubber bands or paper clips which had names of family & friends, ministers (each one by name), the church, neighbors and complete strangers who she had been praying for…you often hear the phrase, "you are in my prayers." And although the person who says this means well, they do not always follow through. But if Mother said she would pray for you, you knew you were on her very long list and stayed there until she was told otherwise.
Mother had several Bibles and everyone of them were worn and tattered with use and church literature with earmarks & notes. Binders filled with personal notes on how she needed to grow & ways that she could become a godlier person. She worshipped God in both sincerity and in truth (John 4:24), She was constantly working on herself, striving to grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior (2 Peter 3:18).
Mother has been both friend and mentor to so many over the past 94.9 years. To me, she was my Mother, a strong firm hand when I needed it, but more so a shoulder to cry on, and arms of affection and love even when I didn't know that I needed it. She was my friend and she was my hero. Even though in my younger years, I feel that I was one of her greatest trials, like God, she never gave up on me. And through Him, she is the reason I am the woman I am today. She taught me all I need to know to be a godly person. I still have a LONG way to go, but I am still learning from her example and I know that what she taught me these many years is and always will be the foundation to me becoming the woman I was meant to be. I am so BLESSED to have the honor of being raised by this amazingly lovely human being-My Mother.
Today, as we have for about 30 years or more, my sisters and I will be going out to celebrate Mother's life. The only difference is that Mother will not be there with us, or will she? Judy has Mother's generosity and peacemaking spirit. Bonnie has Mother's sweetness and always the perfect lady. JoAnna has Mother's spunk and her strength to soldier on no matter what comes her way. And me, well I wish that I could say that I have it all (hopefully someday soon) …but realistically…I guess I have her sense of hospitality…like her, I never met a stranger. So yes, I guess in a way, she will be with us, living in each of us in our own little way…what a legacy…we certainly have large shoes to fill, but it is through her example that we have learned to be up to the task.
We didn't have her for as long as we wanted, but we DID have her & that makes us very blessed. So today, we celebrate this beautiful woman who lives on in us… her children, her grand & her great grandchildren. Well done dear Mother, you taught us well.
Happy Birthday my darling, we raise a glass to you and to that glorious day that we will meet again
"Is brea liom tu chun piosai"
Margaret Mary "Peg" Bromfield, 94, died peacefully at home Tuesday, Nov. 13, 2018, surrounded by her adoring children.
Born Feb. 13, 1924, Peg was a life resident of Ashley. She was a coalminer's daughter and eldest of eight children to the late Patrick Joseph Clarke, an immigrant of County Mayo, Ireland, and Ellen Magdalene Nealon, Ashley.
Peg attended St. Leo's School. She was a faithful member of the Church of God for 48 years and was the beloved and respected matriarch of her Quakertown congregation.
She married her childhood sweetheart, the late Edmund Leo Bromfield, on Jan. 20, 1945, and remained a loving and dedicated wife until she was widowed at the age of 48, on Sept. 18, 1970.
She remained a full-time mother and homemaker, who reared her eight children with boundless love and devotion. She was happiest in her kitchen, cooking and baking various breads and pies. She loved canning season. Every year, she filled her pantry closet, top to bottom with canned fruits, pickles, and tomato sauce, most of which she gave away as gifts.
She could be found, almost every evening, in her living room, watching the sunset out her window. She always said, "Sunsets are God's way of giving her a kiss, 'goodnight.'"
In addition to her parents and husband, Peg was preceded in death by her son, Raymond Thomas Bromfield; three great-grandchildren, Faith Buff, Corbin McIntyre and Isla Everett; her brother, Frank Clark; sisters, Kitty and her husband, Ed Harkins; and Eleanor and her husband, Dave Williams; and sister-in-law, Mrs. Jimmy (Kathryn) Clarke.
She is survived by seven of her eight children, Ed (Murph) and his wife, Kay, Danielsville; Joe and his wife, Ginny, Allentown; Judy and her husband, Chet Buff, Mountain Top; Bonita and her husband, Bob Kipa, Wilkes-Barre; JoAnna and her husband, Jude Buckwalter, Ashley; John and his wife, Ida, Hellertown; Peggy and her husband, Bob Wentz, Nanticoke; and her daughter-in-law, the widow of Ray, Debbi and her husband, Ed Degosky, Nanticoke.
Peg was the loving "Gram" to 26 grandchildren and delightful "Great Gram" to 29 great-grandchildren with two more expected in the Spring.
She is also survived by her siblings, Joe (Irene) Clark, Ray (Jane Ellen) Clarke, Mary (Bill 196850084, who died one day short of three months of her passing), Bly and Jimmy Clarke; and sister-in-law, Mrs. Frank (Rosemary) Clark, all of Ashley. She had numerous nieces and nephews, cousins and countless friends.
Funeral services where held on Monday the 19th at Desiderio Funeral Home, 436 S. Mountain Blvd., Mountain Top, with Kevin Epps, of the Church of God awa officiating. Followed by the interment at Oak Lawn Cemetery, Wilkes Barre.
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My "Facebook" tribute to my mother on her 95th birthday.....
Three months ago today my dear Mother closed her beautiful blue eyes one last time. Since then, not a day has gone by that I have not thought about her or thought to call or visit so I could tell her about what has been going on, what prayer has been answered or to see how she is feeling. Is she warm enough in the frigid temps, is she letting her water run so her pipes do not freeze? Is she eating? I miss her every day.
But most importantly, on this day; February 13, 1924, ninety-five years ago, this beautiful lady was born. And this little section of the world became a much better place because she was in it. I don't need to tell you why. You who had the pleasure of knowing her and those of you who read my posts, all know the remarkable woman she was. However, I will say this…
As my sisters and I sift through Mother's things over the past three months it has come more and more evident (not that there was ever a doubt), that Mother was very true and faithful. She was the woman who we saw on the surface, on a daily basis. She wasn't a closet slob or hoarder (aside from saving every love letter we have ever given her). Her closets were as clean and organized as her home so meticulously always was. We found cards and little gifts intended for future giving…she was always so generous. As stated, she saved every card, picture and love note we ever gave to her or our father. Even to personal arrangements, making sure we were all taken care of in our youth in the event anything ever happened to her.
But what inspired us the most, were the little index cards, backs of envelopes and scrap paper secured with rubber bands or paper clips which had names of family & friends, ministers (each one by name), the church, neighbors and complete strangers who she had been praying for…you often hear the phrase, "you are in my prayers." And although the person who says this means well, they do not always follow through. But if Mother said she would pray for you, you knew you were on her very long list and stayed there until she was told otherwise.
Mother had several Bibles and everyone of them were worn and tattered with use and church literature with earmarks & notes. Binders filled with personal notes on how she needed to grow & ways that she could become a godlier person. She worshipped God in both sincerity and in truth (John 4:24), She was constantly working on herself, striving to grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior (2 Peter 3:18).
Mother has been both friend and mentor to so many over the past 94.9 years. To me, she was my Mother, a strong firm hand when I needed it, but more so a shoulder to cry on, and arms of affection and love even when I didn't know that I needed it. She was my friend and she was my hero. Even though in my younger years, I feel that I was one of her greatest trials, like God, she never gave up on me. And through Him, she is the reason I am the woman I am today. She taught me all I need to know to be a godly person. I still have a LONG way to go, but I am still learning from her example and I know that what she taught me these many years is and always will be the foundation to me becoming the woman I was meant to be. I am so BLESSED to have the honor of being raised by this amazingly lovely human being-My Mother.
Today, as we have for about 30 years or more, my sisters and I will be going out to celebrate Mother's life. The only difference is that Mother will not be there with us, or will she? Judy has Mother's generosity and peacemaking spirit. Bonnie has Mother's sweetness and always the perfect lady. JoAnna has Mother's spunk and her strength to soldier on no matter what comes her way. And me, well I wish that I could say that I have it all (hopefully someday soon) …but realistically…I guess I have her sense of hospitality…like her, I never met a stranger. So yes, I guess in a way, she will be with us, living in each of us in our own little way…what a legacy…we certainly have large shoes to fill, but it is through her example that we have learned to be up to the task.
We didn't have her for as long as we wanted, but we DID have her & that makes us very blessed. So today, we celebrate this beautiful woman who lives on in us… her children, her grand & her great grandchildren. Well done dear Mother, you taught us well.
Happy Birthday my darling, we raise a glass to you and to that glorious day that we will meet again
"Is brea liom tu chun piosai"
Born Feb. 13, 1924, Peg was a life resident of Ashley. She was a coalminer's daughter and eldest of eight children to the late Patrick Joseph Clarke, an immigrant of County Mayo, Ireland, and Ellen Magdalene Nealon, Ashley.
Peg attended St. Leo's School. She was a faithful member of the Church of God for 48 years and was the beloved and respected matriarch of her Quakertown congregation.
She married her childhood sweetheart, the late Edmund Leo Bromfield, on Jan. 20, 1945, and remained a loving and dedicated wife until she was widowed at the age of 48, on Sept. 18, 1970.
She remained a full-time mother and homemaker, who reared her eight children with boundless love and devotion. She was happiest in her kitchen, cooking and baking various breads and pies. She loved canning season. Every year, she filled her pantry closet, top to bottom with canned fruits, pickles, and tomato sauce, most of which she gave away as gifts.
She could be found, almost every evening, in her living room, watching the sunset out her window. She always said, "Sunsets are God's way of giving her a kiss, 'goodnight.'"
In addition to her parents and husband, Peg was preceded in death by her son, Raymond Thomas Bromfield; three great-grandchildren, Faith Buff, Corbin McIntyre and Isla Everett; her brother, Frank Clark; sisters, Kitty and her husband, Ed Harkins; and Eleanor and her husband, Dave Williams; and sister-in-law, Mrs. Jimmy (Kathryn) Clarke.
She is survived by seven of her eight children, Ed (Murph) and his wife, Kay, Danielsville; Joe and his wife, Ginny, Allentown; Judy and her husband, Chet Buff, Mountain Top; Bonita and her husband, Bob Kipa, Wilkes-Barre; JoAnna and her husband, Jude Buckwalter, Ashley; John and his wife, Ida, Hellertown; Peggy and her husband, Bob Wentz, Nanticoke; and her daughter-in-law, the widow of Ray, Debbi and her husband, Ed Degosky, Nanticoke.
Peg was the loving "Gram" to 26 grandchildren and delightful "Great Gram" to 29 great-grandchildren with two more expected in the Spring.
She is also survived by her siblings, Joe (Irene) Clark, Ray (Jane Ellen) Clarke, Mary (Bill 196850084, who died one day short of three months of her passing), Bly and Jimmy Clarke; and sister-in-law, Mrs. Frank (Rosemary) Clark, all of Ashley. She had numerous nieces and nephews, cousins and countless friends.
Funeral services where held on Monday the 19th at Desiderio Funeral Home, 436 S. Mountain Blvd., Mountain Top, with Kevin Epps, of the Church of God awa officiating. Followed by the interment at Oak Lawn Cemetery, Wilkes Barre.
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My "Facebook" tribute to my mother on her 95th birthday.....
Three months ago today my dear Mother closed her beautiful blue eyes one last time. Since then, not a day has gone by that I have not thought about her or thought to call or visit so I could tell her about what has been going on, what prayer has been answered or to see how she is feeling. Is she warm enough in the frigid temps, is she letting her water run so her pipes do not freeze? Is she eating? I miss her every day.
But most importantly, on this day; February 13, 1924, ninety-five years ago, this beautiful lady was born. And this little section of the world became a much better place because she was in it. I don't need to tell you why. You who had the pleasure of knowing her and those of you who read my posts, all know the remarkable woman she was. However, I will say this…
As my sisters and I sift through Mother's things over the past three months it has come more and more evident (not that there was ever a doubt), that Mother was very true and faithful. She was the woman who we saw on the surface, on a daily basis. She wasn't a closet slob or hoarder (aside from saving every love letter we have ever given her). Her closets were as clean and organized as her home so meticulously always was. We found cards and little gifts intended for future giving…she was always so generous. As stated, she saved every card, picture and love note we ever gave to her or our father. Even to personal arrangements, making sure we were all taken care of in our youth in the event anything ever happened to her.
But what inspired us the most, were the little index cards, backs of envelopes and scrap paper secured with rubber bands or paper clips which had names of family & friends, ministers (each one by name), the church, neighbors and complete strangers who she had been praying for…you often hear the phrase, "you are in my prayers." And although the person who says this means well, they do not always follow through. But if Mother said she would pray for you, you knew you were on her very long list and stayed there until she was told otherwise.
Mother had several Bibles and everyone of them were worn and tattered with use and church literature with earmarks & notes. Binders filled with personal notes on how she needed to grow & ways that she could become a godlier person. She worshipped God in both sincerity and in truth (John 4:24), She was constantly working on herself, striving to grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior (2 Peter 3:18).
Mother has been both friend and mentor to so many over the past 94.9 years. To me, she was my Mother, a strong firm hand when I needed it, but more so a shoulder to cry on, and arms of affection and love even when I didn't know that I needed it. She was my friend and she was my hero. Even though in my younger years, I feel that I was one of her greatest trials, like God, she never gave up on me. And through Him, she is the reason I am the woman I am today. She taught me all I need to know to be a godly person. I still have a LONG way to go, but I am still learning from her example and I know that what she taught me these many years is and always will be the foundation to me becoming the woman I was meant to be. I am so BLESSED to have the honor of being raised by this amazingly lovely human being-My Mother.
Today, as we have for about 30 years or more, my sisters and I will be going out to celebrate Mother's life. The only difference is that Mother will not be there with us, or will she? Judy has Mother's generosity and peacemaking spirit. Bonnie has Mother's sweetness and always the perfect lady. JoAnna has Mother's spunk and her strength to soldier on no matter what comes her way. And me, well I wish that I could say that I have it all (hopefully someday soon) …but realistically…I guess I have her sense of hospitality…like her, I never met a stranger. So yes, I guess in a way, she will be with us, living in each of us in our own little way…what a legacy…we certainly have large shoes to fill, but it is through her example that we have learned to be up to the task.
We didn't have her for as long as we wanted, but we DID have her & that makes us very blessed. So today, we celebrate this beautiful woman who lives on in us… her children, her grand & her great grandchildren. Well done dear Mother, you taught us well.
Happy Birthday my darling, we raise a glass to you and to that glorious day that we will meet again
"Is brea liom tu chun piosai"
Gravesite Details
Buried under a Red Maple, next to her son Raymond Thomas Bromfield (02 Nov 1954- 20 Nov 1976)
**Pin on Map is estimated.
