Catherine, 91, died naturally in Cottonwood, Arizona after a slow decline from Alzheimer's. She spent her later years in Prescott, Arizona, and Evergreen, Colorado, and dearly loved both. But home is where the heart is and that was her birthplace, Marshall, Wisconsin, a town of 400 in the 1920s.
After graduating high school at 16, she went on to the University of Wisconsin, Madison where she met the love of her life, Ralph.
It was the war years (WWII) but he managed a military leave to marry. During their 65 years together, they called many places in the Midwest home. It was the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, however, that highlighted their life. Catherine referred to it as "holy solitude." Catherine, always a writer, blossomed in that environment. She gave "creative writing" classes to countless appreciative students, taught university level classes, published a book, wrote a newspaper column, and freelanced hundreds of articles.
Catherine was a beautiful lady in so many ways: her talent, her looks, her presence, her love of family. She has now embarked on her next adventure, most assuredly a better place, now that she has escaped the devastation of Alzheimer's.
A memorial is planned this summer in Marshall, Wisconsin. Finally back to her beloved home, Catherine's ashes along with Ralph's will be laid to rest in the little graveyard on the hill.
In one of her essays, "On Writing my own Obituary," Catherine wrote, "If, when I die, someone says, there lies a silly intrepid dreamer, an impractical idealist, a stupid fool who dwelt too much upon the difference between what is and what ought to be; perhaps that someone knew me all too well, or maybe (like myself), he knew me not at all."
She and Ralph are survived by son John (Margie); daughter Anne (all of Arizona); daughter Beth of Washington; three grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren. May a bit of her talent run through us; we would be so lucky.
Information provided by survivors.
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After graduating high school at 16, she went on to the University of Wisconsin, Madison where she met the love of her life, Ralph.
It was the war years (WWII) but he managed a military leave to marry. During their 65 years together, they called many places in the Midwest home. It was the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, however, that highlighted their life. Catherine referred to it as "holy solitude." Catherine, always a writer, blossomed in that environment. She gave "creative writing" classes to countless appreciative students, taught university level classes, published a book, wrote a newspaper column, and freelanced hundreds of articles.
Catherine was a beautiful lady in so many ways: her talent, her looks, her presence, her love of family. She has now embarked on her next adventure, most assuredly a better place, now that she has escaped the devastation of Alzheimer's.
A memorial is planned this summer in Marshall, Wisconsin. Finally back to her beloved home, Catherine's ashes along with Ralph's will be laid to rest in the little graveyard on the hill.
In one of her essays, "On Writing my own Obituary," Catherine wrote, "If, when I die, someone says, there lies a silly intrepid dreamer, an impractical idealist, a stupid fool who dwelt too much upon the difference between what is and what ought to be; perhaps that someone knew me all too well, or maybe (like myself), he knew me not at all."
She and Ralph are survived by son John (Margie); daughter Anne (all of Arizona); daughter Beth of Washington; three grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren. May a bit of her talent run through us; we would be so lucky.
Information provided by survivors.
The Daily Courier
Catherine, 91, died naturally in Cottonwood, Arizona after a slow decline from Alzheimer's. She spent her later years in Prescott, Arizona, and Evergreen, Colorado, and dearly loved both. But home is where the heart is and that was her birthplace, Marshall, Wisconsin, a town of 400 in the 1920s.
After graduating high school at 16, she went on to the University of Wisconsin, Madison where she met the love of her life, Ralph.
It was the war years (WWII) but he managed a military leave to marry. During their 65 years together, they called many places in the Midwest home. It was the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, however, that highlighted their life. Catherine referred to it as "holy solitude." Catherine, always a writer, blossomed in that environment. She gave "creative writing" classes to countless appreciative students, taught university level classes, published a book, wrote a newspaper column, and freelanced hundreds of articles.
Catherine was a beautiful lady in so many ways: her talent, her looks, her presence, her love of family. She has now embarked on her next adventure, most assuredly a better place, now that she has escaped the devastation of Alzheimer's.
A memorial is planned this summer in Marshall, Wisconsin. Finally back to her beloved home, Catherine's ashes along with Ralph's will be laid to rest in the little graveyard on the hill.
In one of her essays, "On Writing my own Obituary," Catherine wrote, "If, when I die, someone says, there lies a silly intrepid dreamer, an impractical idealist, a stupid fool who dwelt too much upon the difference between what is and what ought to be; perhaps that someone knew me all too well, or maybe (like myself), he knew me not at all."
She and Ralph are survived by son John (Margie); daughter Anne (all of Arizona); daughter Beth of Washington; three grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren. May a bit of her talent run through us; we would be so lucky.
Information provided by survivors.
The Daily Courier
After graduating high school at 16, she went on to the University of Wisconsin, Madison where she met the love of her life, Ralph.
It was the war years (WWII) but he managed a military leave to marry. During their 65 years together, they called many places in the Midwest home. It was the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, however, that highlighted their life. Catherine referred to it as "holy solitude." Catherine, always a writer, blossomed in that environment. She gave "creative writing" classes to countless appreciative students, taught university level classes, published a book, wrote a newspaper column, and freelanced hundreds of articles.
Catherine was a beautiful lady in so many ways: her talent, her looks, her presence, her love of family. She has now embarked on her next adventure, most assuredly a better place, now that she has escaped the devastation of Alzheimer's.
A memorial is planned this summer in Marshall, Wisconsin. Finally back to her beloved home, Catherine's ashes along with Ralph's will be laid to rest in the little graveyard on the hill.
In one of her essays, "On Writing my own Obituary," Catherine wrote, "If, when I die, someone says, there lies a silly intrepid dreamer, an impractical idealist, a stupid fool who dwelt too much upon the difference between what is and what ought to be; perhaps that someone knew me all too well, or maybe (like myself), he knew me not at all."
She and Ralph are survived by son John (Margie); daughter Anne (all of Arizona); daughter Beth of Washington; three grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren. May a bit of her talent run through us; we would be so lucky.
Information provided by survivors.
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