Wanda Stewart Graff
Marsha was my oldest and dearest friend. Although we were separated by the miles and situations of life, we still held each other dear. It all began the day she started her life in a new home, with a new family. I was invited to share that first family meal Through the next 19 years we were almost always together-playing, school, church, going to movies, ball games, vacations at Buckeye Lake-you name it. We both celebrated our marriages in 1949, so life took precedence over other things. She moved away to college and worked in her chosen field of ministry with Harold. I had my family of nine to care for, so no spare time there. But all the time our hearts were drawn to remember our early days and the wonderful friendship we shared. I shall miss her, but I know I shall join her in Heaven where she is singing with another choir. Marcie, I love you. Wanie