Marion Measor

MARION E. MEASOR (nee Takacs) age 82, beloved wife for 60 years of George; loving mother of Louie, George (wife Gabby), Jimmie (Pam Marcinko), Kathie Betley (husband Buck), Sharyn, Robbie (Laurie), and the late infant Karyn; devoted grandmother of Mario Measor, Karyn Spanulo, Samantha and Chloe Fielding, and great-grandmother of Lexi; dearest sister of Malvina Schwartfigure and the late Eleanor Ennis, Gene, Louis and Edward Takacs.

Marion was born June 4, 1933 in Cleveland and attended Shaw High School. She has been a resident of Mayfield Heights for 60 years, previously of the Glenville area. Marion was a parishioner of St. Clare Catholic Church. She enjoyed spending many years as a homemaker, she also worked at the Riverview Racquet Club retiring in 2009. Marion loved tennis, taking pictures and country dances. Country music was her favorite. Marion’s family gave her the most enjoyment in life, she loved always being together, especially at the Holidays. She enjoyed giving out tennis balls at Halloween instead of candy. Marion will be remembered most as a wonderful, happy, upbeat woman. Marion was loved by all who were lucky enough to know her.

In lieu of flowers contributions may be made in Marion’s memory to Hospice of the Western Reserve, 17876 St. Clair Ave., Cleveland, OH 44110.

Family will receive friends to pay tribute to and celebrate the life of Marion at THE DeJOHN-FLYNN-MYLOTT FUNERAL HOME OF WILLOUGHBY HILLS 28890 CHARDON ROAD (between Bishop Rd. and Rt. 91) SUNDAY 2-5 PM.

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Marion E. Measor
Mayfield Heights, Ohio, USA

When I created “Grievance” a long time ago, the children were growing, and I wanted them to know that I could get my point across without offending, as this was a task which was never ending. My words were posted on the refrigerator for them to share their feelings later. They could read my words as a sample, however, I guess they learned by example now they are older and on their own, doing for themselves in their own home. But no going back, no regressing, my poetry became my way of expressing.

Grievance
Who picks up after me
When I just let things be?
Soiled clothes belong down the chute,
But do you suppose they do it, or give a hoot?
Fluff a pillow, straighten your sheet,
Pull back the covers that warm your feet.
Pick up your papers from the floor,
Could I refuse to do it anymore?
Empty your ashtrays when they cool,
Why should I be made to look the fool!
Do you make my bed?
Do you care if I’m fed?
Who moves my car if I choose to sleep,
Even when the snow is ten feet deep?
Put back what you take out,
Or should I now learn how to shout?
If this sounds like I’m complaining,
You bet I am,
But I don’t like it, damn!
Rhyme your grievance if you dare,
Be a family, learn to share.

Marion E. Measor

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