Mary Ann Madden

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Mary Ann (Marion) Madden


Marion Madden, of Westminster, Colorado, passed away November 22, 2015.   Her husband, Robert F. Madden, preceded Marion in death.  They were married in 1952 in Binghamton, NY and had lived in the Boulder area since 1966.  Mother of Vickie (Andy) Ross of Georgia, David (Teresa) Madden of Boulder, Holly (Duane Taylor) Simon of Conifer, Gail (Phil) LaRocco of Ohio, Peter (William Polkinghorn) Madden, Robert J. Madden, of Westminster and Peggy (Rob) Snider of Boulder.  Preceded in death by son Gary; siblings Andy Katusak of Florida, Teresa Jane Wall of California, Evelyn Katusak of New York and Robert Katusak of Texas.  Survived by nine grandchildren, four great-grandchildren and nieces and nephews. 

A reception to celebrate and remember the life of Marion will be held from 2-4 PM on December 4, 2015 at The Stratford Lakes Clubhouse, 11400 Grove Street, Westminster, CO  80031.



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  1. There are certain moments in your life when your mind seems to take a snapshot.  And that snap shot is as clear in your mind today, as it was when it was the moment it was taken, regardless of how many years have elapsed.  One such snapshot was clicked nearly fifty years ago.

         I was seven years old.  My parents, my brother and I had just moved into our new house, in a new neighborhood, on a quiet little cul-de-sac, named Cheyenne Court.  It was August.  And we had only been living in our new house perhaps a day or two.  I happened to be playing outside.

         It was then that I saw a simple sight, yet a sight that made a profound and a lasting impression on me.  I looked up and saw a woman walking on the sidewalk that curved slightly around the perimeter of our cul-de-sac.  She was walking towards our house.  Lapping at her heels was a cute, energetic, little boy with dark brown hair.  He was about two years old.  He was enthusiastically tagging along right behind his mother.  The woman was very, very pregnant.  Perhaps seven or eight months.  As she walked, she had her hands out in front of her pregnant tummy, and she was carrying a pie.  

         She got to our house, introduced herself, and presented my mother with a pie she had baked – from her family to ours.  “Why did she do that?” I whispered to my mom.  My mother explained to me that sometimes people do such nice things to welcome people to the neighborhood.  

         The neighbor lady introduced her little boy, Bobby.  She also said that she had six more children at home!  

         The woman was warm and friendly, and I took a liking to her the moment I met her.  But it was more than that.  Through my eyes, this woman represented the quintessential woman – for she was the quintessential mother.

         She was welcoming and gracious and sincere.  She was positive and capable and maternal.  She was so beautiful.  As a little girl of seven, I looked up to her, and placed her on my pedestal of role models.  She was the kind of woman I aspired to be someday when I grew up.  That moment will be forever in my mind, as it captured the picture, the essence, and the beauty of Marion Madden.  


    In sympathy and with affection,

    Barbara Miles        

    P.S. Peter, I really think that I saw that rabbit (huddled in the corner of the neighbor's front porch) first!  However, I'm finally coming to grips with the possibility that perhaps you may have actually seen it first!  Another fond memory!

  2. "BLITZ!!"

    Although I knew Marion only during this last year of her life, I cherished every moment. We played cards, and she would always be clear and aware of what was going on in my life. An infectious little laugh — we all had fun around Rob and Peg's table. She is missed.

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