Margaret (Wehrheim) JONES
WEHRHEIM, JONES
Posted By: Sarah Thorson Little (email)
Date: 10/8/2007 at 20:06:44
Margaret W. Jones was born March 3, 1926 in Eagle Grove, Iowa to Michael and Gertrude Wehrheim. She attended Eagle Grove High School, graduating in 1944. From there, Margaret attended Eagle Grove Junior College. After graduation, Boxholm, Iowa was Margaret's next move, where she taught Kindergarten classes until 1952. In 1953, Margaret moved to Winterset, Iowa, where she taught Kindergarten classes until 1960. At this point in her life, Margaret was married to Charles W. Jones. The wedding took place in the smallest Church in the World, located in Festina, Iowa. After they were married, the two moved to Ames, Iowa, home of Iowa State University. This is where Margaret decided to continue her education, enrolling in Sociology. She earned her Bachelor of Science degree in 1962. She was a member of Alpha Kappa Delta, and the Sociology Honor Society. In 1964, a daughter named Rebecca Anne joined the family, and in 1966, a son named Michael William. In 1975, Margaret began working for the university as a librarian at the Iowa State University Library. Here she worked until 1986. Margaret and her family enjoyed life together on an acreage outside of Ames, until June 22, 1987, when Margaret died of cancer.
Margaret's husband still lives on the family acreage outside of Ames. Her daughter Becky lives in Roland, Iowa with her husband Dennis and two sons, Jesse and Jordan. Margaret's son lives in Grimes, Iowa with his wife Sharon and three children, Samantha, Sabrina, and Jacob.
-------------------------------------------------My memories of Margaret are filled with the blessings we shared in our married life. Our time together was far too short, only 27 years, but they were wonderful years. We were blessed with two children, Becky and Michael, to whom Margaret devoted her life. Margaret filled the role of grandmother for children of many of our friends, unfortunately, she died before our five grandchildren were born. She was an active member of our church, St. Thomas Aquinas of Ames, Iowa, as well as our Appalachian committee. She was a true patron of the Arts and the top supporter of the Speech and Drama Department at United Community High School. She was a devoted daughter, sister, wife, mother, adopted Grandmother, and a friend to all she met. My life, as well as many other lives, is less rich since God called her home.
Margaret's loving husband,
Chuck
-------------------------------------------------Since my mother's death in 1987, I find myself looking for her guidance often when I pray or encounter problems. My mother still remains a tower of strength for me in my life. I can best describe my mother as a loving mom, a true Christian, and a friend to all. I sometimes thought she knew everyone in Ames, as when out walking, she would often stop and say Hi to others. Mom also loved kids and especially enjoyed the high school and college kids and the school and community spirit that could be generated by them through athletics and the arts. Some of my fondest memories with Mom were attending sporting activities with her and seeing her enjoy the excitement of the football team running on to the field or the band marching with pride at half-time. Mom truly enjoyed the good things in life and did many wonderful things for St. Thomas Aquinas Church, ISU, United Community High School and the Ames Community. My wife Sheri and my children Samantha, Sabrina, and Jacob, never got to meet my mother, but I sure hope I can give them the unconditional love she would have offered. My mom set a standard for how all people should be courteous, respectful, and caring towards each other. I hope I can do my part to carry on that standard. I love you Mom.Love your son,
Michael
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Mom, so often times I think of you, and pray that you will suddenly appear .... and we will have the chance to develop a relationship beyond mother/daughter - the friendship that I know we'd have now. So often times I remember something you did for me growing up that made me feel loved and supported. You're presence when I was sick or when I had a bad dream. The way you and dad made the house feel safe & warm on snow days. I remember all the countless gifts of thoughtfulness and support that you gave to my friends & classmates. When I was in college and in need of my mom, I would lay in my dorm room and cry for you.... because you always made me feel better when I needed to feel better. I remember all the care packages of candy, socks, underwear, flowers, and special cards that you sent to me ... so many times. All my friends thought you were the best mom! I thought so too.... but I never told you that. I wish I could tell you that now. I grasp every chance to share you with my two sons. I tell them different things that you said, things that you liked, things that you did.... like cinnamon pies, gardening, dog biscuits, cats, home-made clothes, leaving the hall light on, scratching my head while I fell asleep, helping me play the piano..... always being there for me when I asked. My oldest son Jesse says his Grandma Margaret is an angel in the sky. I believe that you are my falling star. I wish you were here to share my life - to share all he "Firsts" with your grandsons. I miss you so much, and I long for the chance to tell you how I really felt about you then, and now.Words from a song written by Larry Henley and Jeff Silbar
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I’ve got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth,
Of course I know it,
I would be nothing without you.Did you ever know that you’re my hero,
And ev’rything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle
‘Cause you are the wind beneath my
wings.Thank God for you,
The wind beneath my wings.I love you Mom,
Becky 12/13/94Source: Plaza of Heroines, College of Arts and Sciences, Iowa State University
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