An Ave for Aunt Marguerite...

Requiescat in Pace

Margaret M. Feeney McGarrity

The daughter of the late Thomas and Margaret O'Malley Feeney and is survived by her loving husband of 62 years, John J. McGarrity, Sr.; three sons, James T. McGarrity and wife, Jane L. of Middletown, John J. "Jack" McGarrity, Jr. and wife, Mary Ellen R. of Linglestown, and Thomas P. McGarrity and wife, Jennifer A. of Harrisburg; one daughter, Helen M. Fuhrman and her husband, Daniel L. of Linglestown; ten grandchildren and four great grandchildren.

Aunt Marguerite was born in Fr. Rader's Parish (Holy Name) on the East Mountain of Scranton and graduated from Scranton Central High School before she moved to the Swampoodle section of North Philadelphia (St. Columba's) with her family. She and Uncle John made West Philadelphia (Transfiguration) their home before the Pennsylvania Railroad (all aboard!) took them to Harrisburg. I'm sure Mom was there, along with the Dolly sisters, when the Lord welcomed her to Heaven. I just hope He was prepared for the Blackfeet Tribe of O'Malleys that threw the party when she arrived. Uncle Buddy Feeney and Aunt Molly Sweeney are probably singing 'Danny Boy' as I write. Good luck getting them to stop ;-)

Wake and Mass of Christian Burial:

St. Catherine Laboure Roman Catholic Church

4000 Derry Street

Harrisburg, PA

May her soul, and all the souls of the faithfully departed, through the Mercy of God, rest in Peace. Amen.

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling'
Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For ye shall bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.