I had a chance to sit at
Marcie’s bedside and reminisce with her about her 54 years or life and would like to share some of the
highlights she mentioned with all of you. Marcie Cole Call was born March 26, 1961 in Salt Lake City, Utah
and lived most of her life in Bountiful, Utah.…1st born daughter to
Lyle and Sheri Cole, . She always looked like
dad’s mom…. but she always acted more “spiffy” like Mom’s mom, Eulala Butters.
From the beginning it was
always Marcie and Melinda…”Sarcie” and “ La”--- Being only a year apart, mom
dressed us as twins for years…she made us matching outifts and coats, …. but
Marcie got the long hair and I had the short since Mom only wanted to do one
head of hair.
We did everything together……we
were pretty inseparable. We thought we
were “in charge” of the 1200 south Bountiful neighborhood where we grew up…and
made dirt filled gutter water root beer floats for the neighbor kids. We
sold my mother’s cherries without her knowledge up and down the street in our
red wagon and put on her blue nightgown set, stood on our dresser, called ourselves the “Blue
Birds” and sang Donny Osmond songs at
the top of our lungs. Sarcie and I shared a bedroom for 10 years, and could
drive each other nuts with our clean side/
messy side tape down the middle
of it. We slept under a quilt made by
our Grandma Cole out of all sorts of fabric and loved playing “I spy” with the
quilt blocks as we fell asleep. We also played
“Timber” and chopped our “tree” arms down on top of each other. Uncle Brad taught us this…. We had a golden childhood with parents who
loved each other, grandparents right up the hill, a swimming pool to spend all
of our summer days in and plenty of cousins around.
When Adam, Liz and Angela
joined us as siblings, Marcie took her responsibility as oldest very
seriously. We now had the big girls, Adam
and the little girls. Marcie was that
perfect-and-right-oldest-know-it-all child. One quintessential moment from our
childhood is one night we were all setting
the table with Dad, Marcie was being her
bossy-sassy self… and instead of Dad pouring the water into the cups he threw
the contents in Marcie’s face. We all gasped…and knew not to do or say whatever it was she just did.
Our family move to 800 East.
Bountiful, in 1972, (the house my dad
still lives in), was difficult for Marcie. She was going into 6th
grade and felt like she had “no friends” and I remember so many talks on the
stairs with Marcie crying and my mom putting her back together with her
wonderful words of wisdom. Marcie was so happy when Teresa Toone moved in and
it helped that her favorite Bountiful elementary school 5th grade teacher
,Mr. Todd was in the ward.
Marcie did theatre, choir and
debate at Bountiful High School, with me-her little sister tagging along of
course, and we shared Choir trips to Canada complete with nude beaches, Senior Crimes and productions of Kiss me Kate and Irene. Infact, Marcie’s first kiss was during Funny Girl…. At BHS…back stage as a
sophomore… she fell for the “I bet you a nickel I can kiss you with out
touching you” routine.
Marcie is a Red color code
personality and she met another Red, Gary Call during her 2nd year as a
Theatre Major at Weber State. The Bill and
Mary Call family had moved into our ward when their son Jeff was a Senior in HS
. Jeff shared a seminary class with
Marcie.…and he always told Marcie , “you would like my brother”…. “I need to
set you up with my brother”…and Marcie always thought…”why would I like your
brother?… I barely like you. “ Well Jeff
was right.
On their first date in the fall of 1980… after talking in Gary’s car
for hours and hours, Marcie came in crying that she met the guy she was going to marry and now he
was going to ruin all of her plans. They
got married June, 12 1981…. On a beautiful sunny day that in an instant turned
into a windy, hail storm and chased the whole “Somewhere in Time” themed out
door wedding, indoors. It was memorable.
I was her maid of honor…and she was mine
of course.
Marcie had a knack for
creating beautiful, magazine worthy spaces out of interesting old houses and
apartments wherever she lived….She and Gary lived in Roy above the old Roy
movie theatre, in an old house in Salem while
they ran the Spanish Fork Main Street movie theatre, In a Provo condo when Gary went to Beauty
School, in an old House in
Farmington, and finally settled back in
Bountiful in their current home on Davis Blvd….just when they were thinking of
moving out of this home, it burned down in a terrible- after Christmas-
fire on Dec. 28, 1992…..they lost everything, but each other. They
lived in a condo for a few months, then
at my parents home for 2 years…during which time their home was expanded and
rebuilt and Hayden was born. They feel so blessed to have stayed in the 14th
ward for the past 27 years.
Our time singing in the Cole
Collection…was wonderful…all of us sisters, and Mom and sometimes Grandma
Butters.. sang at Christmas time from 1988 to 2001 We later had Megan and the Cole girls join as
well. One of our favorite times as
sisters…was being in Nunsense with
Mom directing and Marcie as the Mother Superior…..this was the perfect part for
her…
Marcie helped run the Call family
owned Kaysville theatre. She designed and costumed dozens of shows for
Bountiful High School. Marcie loved to
throw a great party, sew, paint, cook, decorate, travel around the world with
her sweetheart and be with her children,
Jordan and his wife Laurie, Megan, Nelson and Hayden. Marcie was an avid Red
Sox baseball fan, traveled to NYC many times to see Broadway shows and attended
the temple weekly with her children. She
was the perfect grandmother called “gra-marcie”
and adored Ryan, Carson and baby Drew
who was born on Marcie’s birthday this past March.
Marcie loved our Cole family
Bear Lake week…and we all treasured the time spent with her this summer. Marcie enjoyed her many church callings, and
couldn’t decide if Relief Society, Young Women’s or Primary was the best place to be…she just
loved them all while she was doing them....especially girl’s camp. Marcie
enjoyed her book club ladies, birthday lunch friends and her scripture group.
Marcie was diagnosed with Cancer
on May 1st…she passed on 3 ½ months later On August 13, 2015 in
Bountiful Utah --a fighter to the end ,with her “it is what it is” attitude in tact.
Ryan loves his grandma and made sure she had some taffy to take with her to heaven. At the cemetery he hugged the casket and sang, "Are you lonesome tonight " to her.
Having a swig at the after luncheon was "love, true love"
My kids have all been so supportive and helpful through all of this and the time I've spent away from them all summer. Life is sweet because they are in it.
Adam dedicated the grave and spoke about a time when we had just moved when Marcie was in 6th grade and Adam was a 2nd grader and was scared one day and went to Marcie's class room and asked for "Mousey" since he couldn't say his "r's". Everyone laughed but Marcie stood up and comforted him. It was sweet.
So many people came to this funeral. She was loved by many. We had a great luncheon after with family. This is Wayne, Zmelinda, Cindy Sweeten, Darlene Ostlund, Gary and Diane Hill.
This is on the top of Marcie's casket as they lowered it into the ground.
I was proud of all of Marcie's children today. Their talks were beautiful and they have great testimonies and love for each other.
I love this big sister of mine! Marcie did everything first and I just
followed after her. She was born first,
she broke her arm first, she wore glasses first and contacts first, she did
school first and theatre and choir first, she went to Weber state first, she
got engaged and married first, she had the first child and bought a house in Bountiful first ,
had grandchildren first ….and she died first…. I'm counting on my angel momma and my angel sister to be my cheerleaders now.
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I was hoping you would post something like this today. I've thought of you throughout the day.
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