Marshall, Millard B. – d. 2001

ANDERSEN, KINION, MARSHALL, SCHRADER, THOMPSON

Posted By: Donna Sloan Rempp (email)
Date: 7/25/2016 at 12:57:06

Services Held
M. B. (Millard) Marshall passed away September 25, 2001, in Niceville, Florida.
Services were held September 28, 2001.
The son of James and Maye Marshall, Millard was born in the Monroe area and graduated from Monroe High School with the Class of 1931.
He is survived by five children and their families: Gerald, Sandra, Kenneth and Doug of Florida, and Donna of Mississippi. Also surviving are a brother, Maurice, of Lexington, Kentucky, and his sisters – Rosamond Thompson of California, Lucille Andersen of Newton, and Cecile Kinion and Violet Schrader of Monroe.
He was preceded in death by his wife, Edna, his parents, and a brother, Frank.

The Passage of Millard Marshall by Gerald Marshall
As a youth on the farm close to Monroe, he dreamed of the faraway hills and the treasures to be found there. He ran the scales that weighted the corn in the wagons from the Iowa earth. He also weighed the coal that was drawn from beneath those rich fields. He dreamed of richer fields far to the west. Perhaps it was in the blood, as his great grandfather had discovered the gold in New Zealand. Then there was the other Marshall who had started the great American stampeded in California from a nugget in the millpond.
His was not a grand time to start, as the country ground to a dismal halt in the thirties. One found work where they could if their luck held out. He took to the rails in search of the promise of a day’s wages. He did not pay the usual fare; rather he took the “Stolen Passage” which was the title of his book in much later years. As he honed his machinist trade he still spent his special time in the hills on one side or the other of the continental divide. The treasure of the earth was elusive, as he searched for the uranium and the gold concealed in those hills.
As he saw his three boys and two girls mature, he turned to the earth to raise his garden as his mother before him had done. He loved the earth, and it responded to him in his sandy Florida plot. I feel he was not alone in the garden, as the Christian song goes. He being a rather a quiet man he dreamed of those far over to the next. He knew the riches of this world would soon pass with the promises of a new life to come. He watched the life of the wife of his youth slip away a year before his. He lived eighty-five good years and struggled for two, and I miss him. He was my dad.
Source: Monroe Legacy; 18 October 2001