I have been saddened recently to learn of the passing of a former student, Marilyn Ludwig. She began my classes as many do, an avid genealogist who wanted to leave more for her descendants than the names and dates she collected through her genealogy research. She knew that it’s stories that people remember, and she wrote a slew of them, about her family, about courting and marrying her beloved Earl, about growing up and making do during the Depression years, about some of those ancestors on her pedigree chart.
Marilyn was a beautiful woman. It was her eyes you noticed first, a gorgeous shade of blue and always sparkling. She was quick to laugh and share a joke, and it was clear to all of us that she adored her Earl. It had been a good marriage; they had fun together. The Ludwigs added so much to my classes that I truly regretted when they eventually moved far enough away that it was difficult for them to make the commute to Orange County each week. But they came to my home for class parties, always enlivening them as they socialized with friends they’d grown close to through the stories they’d shared with one another. I will miss my friend, Marilyn.