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Earlier Obituaries and Rememberances

Below are remembrances of classmates we lost between 2012 and 2017. From 2017 to 2022, our website was inactive, but the 60th reunion record book provides those obituaries and remembrances.

Sally Crawford Fox – January 3, 2017

From Sarah herself – for this Record Book

I’ve suffered from an auto-immune disease, scleroderma, for years. This year, I did the classic thing: tripped over the dog and fell down the stairs, breaking a hip along the way. Really! After surgery that went badly, I was rescued from rehab by my son, who left his work in New York to come and live with me so that I can manage in my own home once again. Medicare has generously paid for home health care for two years. I’m grateful for that and for my son.

Tribute from Jennifer Carden Rogers

She was a dear friend at college...kept a guinea pig in a hole in the wall in her room in Navy...went out with my brother for a while...an old-time Quaker...this has hit me hard. RIP, Sally.


Mary-Louise Serri Murray-Johnson – December 6, 2016

From her daughter, Louise Murray

I am sad to inform you that my mother, Mary Louise Murray-Johnson, died on Tuesday (December 6) due to complications from breast cancer. I was with her at the hospital in Landstuhl, Germany. 

The memorial for my mother, Mary Louise Murray-Johnson, was held on Wednesday December 21 at 10 am at the Church of the Resurrection, 910 Boston Post Road, Rye, NY. Following the ceremony she was buried at the Calverton National Cemetery in Riverhead, Long Island with her husband Lewis Johnson.

Postscript: She didn't tell anyone about her breast cancer and, in fact, told her oncologist that she wanted to be like Nora Ephron, who didn't tell anyone about her cancer. She told me she didn't want people to see her differently.

Tribute from Martha Reardon Bewick writing back to Mary Lou’s daughter, Louise

I am shocked by your news since your mother was such a happy and frequent correspondent about life in Germany.  She never mentioned her illness.  I held a hope that I would get together with her to enjoy a Christmas market one day.

She was like an exotic flower as a classmate - beautiful, elegant, graceful, and with such a lovely voice.  I have enjoyed her recipes and her notes about her discussion group in Heidelberg.  May you share many happy memories during these next days. I am so happy you could be with her in her last days, and know how important that is for both of you. 

Tribute from Karen Capriles Hodges

I did not  really know Mary Louise, except to notice how beautiful she looked (mostly in white linen and lace) at our early reunions, and because of interchanges in connection with the 50th Reunion Record Book.

I can only say that I too am shocked.  Just from the little I knew of her, she seemed to me a force of nature, never to be quelled or felled. She was also, I believe, a woman who persevered and did not let go of something until it was just as she wanted it! How brave of her to have kept the news of her illness to herself, though many of her friends/classmates, no doubt, would have wanted to know. Following in Nora's footsteps?

Tribute from Joanne Couch Cogar writing back to Mary Lou’s daughter, Louise

I'm shocked and saddened. Mary Lou and I have been sending email messages back and forth all month but never a peep about health problems. She was such an intellectual force right to the end, firing off editorials to the NY Times and running her German-American political discussion group in Heidelberg. It’s hard to believe she is gone.

Of my memories of Mary Lou as a young woman, the one that best captures her essence involves opera, of course. She had been preparing an aria with the teacher of Anna Moffo in New York. When it was being performed in Philadelphia, Mary Lou and her husband, Martin, came to Philadelphia to join my husband and me for dinner and the opera. As always, she looked beautiful with her shiny, dark hair, fine jewelry, and a white mink coat. We arrived at the opera venue just minutes after the opera had begun and were denied entry until the intermission. This meant Mary Lou would miss the very aria she had come to hear. In a flash, Mary Lou broke past the guard, who pulled on the sleeve of her coat. She smiled sweetly and said to him, “You wouldn’t hurt a lady in a white mink, would you?” whereupon he yielded, and she went rushing up the stairs to her seat. Mary Lou was pretty and charming, smart, ambitious, and impassioned. She and I both laughingly referred to her as a “tiger.”

Tribute from Joan Foedisch Adibi

I too am shocked and saddened. It's hard to believe. Mary Lou was such a vibrant and strong-willed person. I lost touch with her. I feel badly. She would reach out now and then about Iran and/or her problems with men. Everything was always so dramatic. She was a consummate opera singer! She loved Siamak and he her. Oh dear. How can it be? I am truly shaken. It puts life in perspective, doesn't it?


Nancy Jane Davidson Shestack – September 20, 2016

Nancy Jane Davidson Shestack passed away on September 20, 2016 in Washington, D.C. Nancy had suffered from physical disabilities in recent years, which didn’t curb her commitment to immigrants, or her enthusiasm for life.

From Diane Churchill

Decades ago, at a reunion, I overheard a bit of conversation as Nancy discussed her job as as an immigration lawyer with a classmate. I eavesdropped. I wanted to hear more, admiring her voice and passion for her work.  After that, I sought her out and reveled in our conversations, in person or on the phone.  

At first it was the nobility of her work tirelessly helping immigrants that moved me. Then it was her prodigious intellect. Then it was the sparkle in her eyes and voice when she spoke of her beloved husband Alan. Finally, at the last reunion, 2012, it was her bravery, her heart searing bravery, celebrating life and all of us in spite of severe pain and her diminished physical state. Maybe others remember her grand spunk at the parade when she walked, smiled and danced, cane and all, lifted up by her devotion to life and to her husband Alan, and lifting me (us) up in the process.

That breathtaking spunk, was evident when she was young too. She spoke of her Peace Corps time in India and marvelous travels as a young woman alone throughout the East and Mideast.

 She was intensely proud of her husband’s illustrious career as a curator and Museum Director. I never visited their home in D.C., but I know it was filled with art and friends from all over the world, many of whom Nancy had befriended when they needed her legal help.

In the Fiftieth Reunion Record Book she beautifully describes her life and goals, and her “wonderment at the many ways the threads of life can be woven…” plus her concern “about the future of our nation, the enrichment of our lands, the diversity of species, and the fullness of the choices before us.” The world deeply affected her, and, in turn, she affected the world for the good. Such a bright light in this world, and in our Wellesley world!  I am grateful to have known her. With love and admiration, Nancy.

From Lucretia Slaughter

Nancy was an attentive friend. She loved to cook for everybody, loved to throw a party, and tried always to stay in touch. When Nancy and Alan were in the Boston area, Nancy would come over to my house for Christmas Eve tea. She and Alan did not have a big tree, whereas my family always did. Our pleasure in the holidays was magnified by Nancy’s enjoyment of our Christmas tree, and my children still remember her Christmas Eve visits.

From Martha Reardon Bewick

Nancy suffered from rheumatoid arthritis from her high school days, and lived in constant pain. She passed away unexpectedly after asking her husband if he could bring her a sandwich as she rested in bed. Alan has been so grateful to receive messages from classmates.

Nancy taught for a number of years, and then at 35, audited law courses. After law school she decided to focus on immigration law. Alan said that she represented immigrants in a range of complex problems over the years in more than 200 cases. He was very proud to observe that she didn’t lose one. 

From Barbara Schlesinger Paul

Nancy was a close friend at Wellesley, and we remained friends afterwards. Nancy was a force. She always impressed me with her sincerity, her values, and her ability to put into action her deep interest in making other peoples’ lives better. At college we shared our reverence for philosophy, and later we both enjoyed collecting unique handmade textiles from around the world. I admired her without bounds for compartmentalizing her own problems in order to focus on her work helping other people survive obstacles. What a legacy! I am proud to have known Nancy. Her presence remains strong in my mind and heart, and I’m sure that holds true for many others she knew and helped.


Ann Heyman Caplan – July 18, 2016

Ann Heyman Caplan, a lovely and gracious person, passed away on July 18, 2016 in Northampton, Massachusetts. She spent many years as a psychologist, helping children and families in need.

Patricia “Trish” Trotter Pazdral – May 24, 2016

Patricia “Trish” Trotter Pazdral of Victorville, California, was a person full of life and enthusiasm. 


Susan Dorrance Kopecek – August 16, 2015

From Sarah Kopecek ’96

Susan loved her years at Wellesley, excelling at English and forming lifelong friendships with her professors, fellow English majors, and classmates. Perhaps her most cherished Wellesley memories were climbing to the top of the bell tower and playing the carillon bells. She is, and always will be, greatly missed by her family and friends.

From Anne Ruhoff Turtle

Hailing from New Hartford, N.Y., Susan lived all four years in Bates. An English major, she had a quick wit and a ready smile. She taught at the American School in Alexandria, Egypt, and studied English Lit at Syracuse University. She married Thomas A. Kopecek on August 29, 1964. They moved to Otley, Iowa, after Tom received his Ph.D. from Brown University, and they continued to reside there throughout their married life. Susan is survived by Sarah Tsai, Wellesley ’96, and Peter Kopecek and their spouses and one granddaughter, Chloe Kopecek, in whom Susan delighted. For many years Susan suffered with significant health challenges about which she wrote me earlier this year, “I’m finding aging to be difficult!”


Grace Yap Chan - January 27, 2015

Grace was born in Sukabumi, Indonesia


Betty Jane “BJ” Diener – January 23, 2015

The Honorable Dr. Betty J. Diener, 74, of Fort Lauderdale, Florida and Eastham, Massachusetts died peacefully of pulmonary fibrosis on January 23, 2015 in Fort Lauderdale. She was born in Washington D.C. to Edward and Millie Field Diener on September 15, 1940 and attended Arlington, Virginia schools. Dr. Diener received her B.A. from Wellesley College in Massachusetts, and was one of the first women to earn an MBA and a Doctorate from Harvard Business School. She had a successful 50-year career in business, academia and politics, serving as the Commonwealth of Virginia’s Secretary of Commerce and Resources under Governor Chuck Robb from 1982-1986. In that position, Dr. Diener overhauled Virginia’s advertising and image, advanced the state’s wine industry, oversaw the state role in the cleanup of Chesapeake Bay and promoted the sale of Virginia-made products. The Virginia Press Association named her Newsmaker of the Year in 1983.

Dr. Diener worked for Young & Rubicam and American Cyanamid prior to obtaining her DBA from Harvard in 1974. She then entered the most fulfilling phase of her life as a teacher and administrator at various universities. She was Assistant Dean at Case Western Reserve University, Dean of the Business School at Old Dominion University, Provost and Professor at the University of Massachusetts-Boston, and upon retiring to Florida, she was Professor of Management at Andreas School of Business at Barry University in Miami Shores, finally retiring from that position in 2012. Dr. Diener was an exceptional teacher, eager and devoted to training future business leaders.

An international expert on environmental management/sustainability, Dr. Diener was one of the first to teach the strategic importance of sustainable growth. She was twice a Fulbright scholar conducting sustainability research and training in China and India. She developed curricula on sustainability, and published in academic journals and served on editorial boards. She also served on a number of corporate and non-profit boards, including the Council for a Sustainable Florida, the Bainbridge Graduate Institute, the Environmental Business Council of New England, and the Provincetown Repertory Theater.

She was a long-time advocate for the advancement of women in business and for gender equality. She was recognized twice by Glamour magazine as one of the outstanding Working Women of 1979 and of the decade in 1983. An avid traveler, she visited every continent, and loved sports, politics, and Texas “hold-em”. She was predeceased by her husband Robert Bell. She leaves a wide circle of friends, particularly in Massachusetts, Virginia and Florida, and she is sadly missed by all.

From Susan Bloomenthal Maynard ’63

In 1975, Betty, as a dean at the School of Management at Case Western Reserve University, developed “Women in Management”, a curriculum aimed at women with no undergraduate business background who wanted to pursue an MBA. She sent information to Wellesley alumnae in the area and, being ready to rejoin the work force, I enrolled. Betty taught marketing and generated enthusiasm, optimism, and a Wellesley spirit of camaraderie. She acted as mentor and cheerleader. Because of her bold venture, I overcame my fear of statistics and then pursued a successful IT career. Thanks, Betty!

From Martha Reardon Bewick

BJ was an early class president for Wellesley ’62, and brought some of her incredible energy and invention to our programs and reunions. At the time of our 10th reunion, she was immersed in marketing for Breck shampoo, and we each found a bottle of Breck in our reunion swag, which I thought was great, even though I could never hope to look like one of the golden-haired Breck girls. She left Wellesley at one point because of grades, and transferred to American University where she did so well, she was able to transfer right back to Wellesley, where she graduated happily in 1963. BJ broke all sorts of academic, work and professional barriers, one glass ceiling after another, and flourished in her roles in government and academia. She added great pizzazz to her work environments as well. You can get some sense of that in various interviews she granted over the years. Nothing was impossible to BJ. I think of her as another fearless Southerner, like Peggy Snowden Gill, who had a great public impact, and  who rang a lot of bells!

Janice Meissner Murray – August 25, 2014

Janice Lynn Murray died in her Sarasota, Florida home


Elizabeth “Liz” Fielder Lloyd – February 4, 2014

Elizabeth “Liz” Lloyd, age 73, of Little Rock, Arkansas,


Mary Baskerville Sobernheim – October 11, 2013

A graveside service for Mary Neal Baskerville Sobernheim of Greenwood Village, Colorado,


Sara Clift Jones – May 12, 2013

From the Boston Globe, May 23, 2013

Sara Clift Jones, who was a nurse at Boston Children’s Hospital for more than 20 years and who co-founded an after-school program for Roxbury children, died May 12 in her Weston home. She was 72, and was diagnosed with ALS in 2009. Mrs. Jones never had the kind of schedule that accommodated a diagnosis such as amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. A nurse, a mother, and a woman in perpetual pursuit of knowledge, her hands were more than full at the moment Lou Gehrig’s disease began to curtail her ability to use them. “When she got her ALS diagnosis, she was undaunted as usual,” said her husband, Hugh R. Jones Jr., a past president of the Boston Bar Association. “She resolved to make the most of the time that was given her and saw this as a new opportunity to help others. She described it to friends as a challenge, not a tragedy.” Rather than wait for ALS to subtract from her physical abilities, she added duties, such as offering insights to medical students and launching a fund to support research into finding biomarkers for the disease.

 “She was an amazing contributor to this institution, both to the families and, obviously, to the children she took care of,” said Sandra Fenwick, the hospital’s chief executive. “She took her amazing personal abilities, her drive, and her experiences as a mother, and poured them into her profession. I think she was just an extraordinary person.” While working at the hospital, Mrs. Jones noticed that many children from families with limited financial resources had nowhere to go at the end of the school day. Along with her friend Joan Fortune, and with assistance from others, Mrs. Jones co-founded On TRAC, an after-school tutoring and mentoring program that has since become part of the BELL program, or Building Educated Leaders for Life.

Sara Jane Clift was born in Melrose, the oldest of three children, and graduated from Andover High School in 1958. She was the first in her extended family to attend a university, and her four years at Wellesley College were life-changing. “She would say that she would walk across the campus at any season and any time of the day and just wonder at her good fortune at being there,” her husband said. “It empowered her.”

With her husband working as an attorney in Boston, where he is now a retired partner from Wilmer Hale, Mrs. Jones raised their children in Weston. When the youngest started first grade, she returned to school, graduating from Lasell College with a nursing degree. Doing so allowed her to augment serving on the board of Newton-Wellesley Hospital with volunteering on the Bridge Over Troubled Waters medical van, which offers free services and advice to homeless youths and young adults on the streets of Boston and Cambridge.

“She wasn’t at all interested in having it all,” her husband said, “but she was really interested in doing it all. Life was not about her. It was about her causes. Fortunately, her four children, her 12 grandchildren, and I were at the forefront of her causes.”

In addition to her husband , Mrs. Jones leaves a daughter, Allison Elvekrog of Weston; and three sons, Tripp of Wayland, Clift of Cambridge and Dan of Weston; a sister, Janet Rose of Wellesley; a brother, John Clift of Manchester Village, Vermont.; and 12 grandchildren.

From Martha Reardon Bewick

Sara Clift Jones was my idea of a perfect Wellesley graduate – beautiful, intelligent, kind, welcoming, happy, a wonderful wife and mother, accomplished, hard-working and dedicated, doing good, and always there for others.  She was one whose core value was “sed ministrare.”  Her life was one of service.  The amazing Boston Globe article talks about her wonderful after-school program for Boston children, but also captures her heroic management of her disease. She turned herself into an opportunity for others to explore how to approach a cure for ALS.  I remember several moments with Sara especially. 

Before our 45th reunion, Annie Smith came down from Ontario to deliver a lecture to doctors and nurses at the Massachusetts Medical Society, based on her book Bearing Up with Cancer. Sara gathered a great collection of classmates in her lovely home for a delicious and beautifully arranged luncheon with Annie, and then we all went to hear Annie speak.  It was a magical luncheon, and Sara was our warm and welcoming host, at the head of the long table. This was before we lost Annie, and some time before Sara learned about her own illness, in 2009. Annie was inspiring, and, as I think of it today, may have inspired Sara to share her illness with the caretakers and medical profession. They were both heroic.

The other memory I have is of her bringing her immediate family of twenty-two (!) each year to Holiday Pops to celebrate Christmas time together. They sat in the first balcony up on the right from where I could see them from the stage, and I would sing to them all. Even when she was ill they were there. It was so special to share this music of hope and joy and light with Sara and her family.  I still think of her when I’m singing there today.

Finally, I remember Sara when she came to join us for a while during our 50th reunion at Wellesley. Her hands weren’t working at that point, but she was there, looking beautiful, enjoying old friendships, bringing a big smile, and making us all so happy to share her presence. It meant a lot to know that she was living her life as fully as she could, in spite of this awful and debilitating illness. Hugh and her family and helpers were her right-hand people. What love they all had for one another.


Phoebe Hicks Hickin – July 26, 2012

From Jeannie McLane Jones

I must have met Phoebe my first day at Wellesley College. She was in a double next door to mine in Bates.  What a positive, enthusiastic, smart, attractive woman! We roomed together in Bates for sophomore, junior, and half of senior year. She was an ideal roommate – hard working, considerate, generous, fun. Married just before Christmas our senior year, Phoebe moved into an apartment near campus with her husband. While finishing her senior year, Phoebe somehow managed her classes as well as all the shopping, cooking, and cleaning. She and her husband were wonderful hosts to my husband-to-be and me.

After earning her M.Ed. at Tufts University, Phoebe taught English at the Massachusetts Hospital School for Crippled Children for one year and then taught high school English in Needham for three years, an experience she described as “tortuous” and a “hard struggle” for the first year which, in the end, became her “most exciting experience”.

With the birth of her two children, Phoebe became a full-time homemaker. Although we didn’t see each other often after graduation, we managed to get together for lunch once or twice a year. Phoebe drove to our 50th reunion from Hanover, New Hampshire, and had a chance to see Wellesley and her close friends, especially her Bates group, again. It was a sad and completely unexpected shock to learn that she died just a month later. Phoebe is survived by two children and four grandchildren.

From Anne Ruhoff Turtle and Jane Vennard

Phoebe died on July 26, just eight weeks after attending her 50th reunion. She earned a master’s degree from Tufts after her graduation from Wellesley. Phoebe was an active volunteer in her hometown of Hanover, New Hampshire, registering voters, helping with book sales, and participating in activities at the White Church. An avid reader, she spent many hours at the Howe Library in Hanover. She is survived by her children, Laura and Ben, who believe that their mother was deeply influenced by her Wellesley education. Phoebe is also survived by four grandchildren.


Nora Ephron –  June 26, 2012

Announcements of Nora Ephron’s death came as quite a shock to those of us who didn’t know that she had been suffering from myelodysplasia for six years. The news media gave her full coverage, such as the obituary from The Guardian. This is followed by remembrances from a classmate who was her friend.

The Guardian, Ronald Bergan, June 27, 2012

Nora Ephron, who has died aged 71 after suffering from acute myeloid leukaemia, brought her sharp New Yorker wit, laced with a sentimental streak, to glossy Hollywood romantic comedies, with Oscar-nominated screenplays for When Harry Met Sally (1989) and Sleepless in Seattle (1993), the second of which she also directed. They were the nearest and most successful attempts to revive the spirit of the sophisticated Katharine Hepburn/Spencer Tracy battle-of-the-sexes comedies of the 1950s, and the softer-edged Doris Day/Rock Hudson vehicles of the 1960s….

Tribute from Marcia Burick

And so, after the literally thousands of words written about Nora, it’s time for us to write about her as our ’62 classmate, colleague, friend, roommate, even “agent provocateur”. (Come on now, she’d be saying, if you can say it in English, why do it in something else – except of course her beloved “beurre”.)

Nora really did love knowing about and hearing about our classmates. A few remembrances of what she’d mentioned over the years: Jane Allison Anderson was drop-dead gorgeous; Louise Connell Mills, Sara Clift Jones, and Marcia Kinnear Townley were adorable at lunch; Susan Sessions Zuccotti and Carolyn Cline and Ros Epstein Krauss were totally brilliant; Louise and her daughter Jennifer were such fun to be with after her play; Linda Seltzer Popofsky’s death saddened her deeply; Susie’s play would open in the Berkshires in the Fall (another “hmm…”); three judges in the class – and a mayor; all those husbands many had accumulated, and children, and grandchildren.

A week ago Saturday I went to my synagogue here in Northampton and said Kaddish for Nora. She might or might not have approved. (I can’t even imagine what she would say.)  But this time it was my call – and very much my own need. We will all miss Nora – her wit, her pen, her films, her spirit, her stories, her joy, her amazing ability to light up a room, her bravery (over and over and over again). Especially, we will miss her incredible genius for friendship. That will be a gift forever.


Mary “Polly” Penrose Colby – June 17, 2012

Mary P. “Polly” Penrose Colby, died on Sunday, June 17, 2012 in Madison, Wisconsin. She was born on May 19, 1941, in New York, the daughter of Stephen B. L. Penrose II and Margaret Penrose. Her most cherished role was that of mother and grandmother. She was extremely proud of her children: William (Binks), Fredrick (Rick) and Stephen (Steve).

Polly enjoyed learning throughout her life and that passion was extremely obvious in her years as a history teacher at Madison West High School. She hoped to leave her students with a sense of pride in themselves, not just the ability to pass a test. To her, knowledge was a journey, not something that was always quantifiable. She found great joy when former students would contact her to share their success stories. History, both of the world and of her family, was of great interest to her. She spent many hours in her retirement learning and documenting her extended family’s histories. She was extremely interested to see the influences of her family as it went back through generations, and spent many hours reviewing family photos, letters, and papers in her possession as well as those found in the National Archives.

Polly was an active volunteer until health issues became more predominant. She was a tour guide for the International Crane Foundation in Baraboo, Wisconsin; worker at the Hospice Thrift Store in Madison; and tour guide and usher at the Overture Center in Madison. She is survived by her three sons and their spouses, three grandchildren, a sister, a brother, many nieces and nephews, a large extended family and many friends.

From Gladys Egge Henrikson

How lovely to remember Polly. She was blond and beautiful. And also a thoughtful soul. Polly had come to Wellesley from Lebanon, where her father had been head of the American School. When he died suddenly, Polly enrolled at Wellesley as planned, and her mother moved to California, where she had a teaching job in some university. Polly was only with us a year and then transferred to Pomona, I believe, to be near her mother.

From Cynthia Perkins Turnure

I have fond memories of Polly Penrose Colby. We were both from the same small town in California. We even ended up in the same dorm (Munger). I believe she transferred to Earlham, a Quaker college, and I didn’t keep up with her after that. Wish I had.


Mary M. Campbell – May 19, 2012

Mary M. Campbell, died May 19, 2012 at Brookside Nursing Home due to complications from Alzheimer's. Born in Hanover, NH September 14, 1940, she was the daughter of Clarence and Edith Campbell, who preceded her in death.

Mary graduated from Hanover High School in 1958 and Wellesley College in 1962 with a B.A. in art history. After graduation, Mary joined the Peace Corps and spent two years in Venezuela. Later she moved to Boston, MA where she was employed at The Architects' Collaborative and at Eisenberg and Schiffer Architects. During this time she continued her education studying architecture and planning at the Boston Architectural Center.

Mary then moved to Haverhill, NH and cared for her mother for several years. After the death of her mother, Mary was employed at the Montshire Museum of Science and later the Cold Region Research Engineering Labs. She served as a volunteer for many community programs including the Haverhill Library Association, Bedell Covered Bridge, Inc., Haverhill Historical Society, Haverhill Planning Board, Thresholds program at the Grafton County Jail, and Retired Senior Volunteer Program (RSVP).

Mary greatly enjoyed entertaining and was famous for slow cooking, with many gourmet meals served into the night. She was interested in many arts and crafts especially weaving, knitting, and sewing. At her home on the Haverhill Common she raised sheep for wool, grew plants for dyes, and spun yarn. She also collected a remarkable selection of fabric, yarn, and patterns for any occasion as well as literature on crafts and historical topics. For years Mary joined neighbors for a morning walk around the Haverhill Common and Court Street.

Mary was married to William (Bill) Koch, Jr. who died in 2009. She is survived by her sisters, Ann Campbell of Somerville MA and Elizabeth Campbell (Gregory Hill) of Seattle WA, and her niece Caroline Hill of Washington DC.

From Martha Reardon Bewick

Mary M. Campbell died on May 19, 2012, of complications from Alzheimer’s. She was a kind, graceful, gentle spirit, with a lovely humor. After two years in Venezuela with the Peace Corps, Mary worked for architectural firms in the Boston area and studied architecture. Her broad volunteer activity in Haverhill, N.H., where she moved to care for her mother, included the Haverhill Historical Society. A craftswoman, she raised sheep for wool, grew plants for dyes, and spun yarn.

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