Marjorie V. Parks

October 19, 1920 - January 31, 2014

Obituary

MARJORIE V. PARKS

Marjorie V. “Stevens” Parks, age 93, of Burien, Washington passed away Jan. 31, 2014.  

She will be interred in the Tahoma National Cemetery, Kent, Washington joining husband Vernon R. Parks.  

Marjorie was born in Middle Branch, Nebraska on Oct. 19 1920.  She was the first child born to Bryan H. and Mable A. Stevens. Marjorie is survived by son Ronald and his wife Barbara.  Sisters Lorna of Seattle, Wanda of Gold Bar, Washington.  Three grandchildren, Six great-grandchildren and two great-great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her parents, brothers Elvin and Kenneth, sisters Barbara and Carol.

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Ron Parks
Ron Parks
5 years ago

Miss you Mom!

Wanda Hanneman
Wanda Hanneman
5 years ago

I will greatly miss my dear sister. My spirits were always lifted when I was around you. Will miss you greatly

Jennifer Hicks
Jennifer Hicks
5 years ago

Thank you for being such a wonderful grandma. I imagine you are holding grandpa’s hand again and smiling. Love you bunches!

Lynne
Lynne
5 years ago

I feel blessed to have had you close growing up. You and Uncle Vernon will always have a special place in my heart with memories of back yard parties and camping. I will think of you both when the moon shines bright and know you are here in spirit -always. Until next time.

Lorna LaFave
Lorna LaFave
5 years ago

Marge held an important and respected place in our family–our big sister. She was loyal and protective of all of us. I will miss our conversations and remembrances of our Stevens families and the little town of Page,NE,where we grew up. Thanks,Ron,for being such a good son and easing her life in these last difficult years. She was loved by all of us,and will always be in our thoughts and hearts. Lorna and Dennis

Marty LaFave
Marty LaFave
5 years ago

Wil always bring a smile to my face when I think of the fun times camping and weekend family get togethers. Whenever I’m out in my yard, which is frequently I can just look at on of the many patches of hens and chicks that I’ve spread in five or six places, reminds me of you and Uncle Vernon. from that one clump he dug up for me. I always thought your backyard rockery off your deck was cool. was always relaxing to sit on your patio. glad you are not suffering anymore. WE all can only hope we lead a happy, full life as you. My love always.