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Dear Dave,
I got your web address from Mina a couple of weeks ago. She told me about the video on your web site, and I wanted to see it. Thanks so much for sharing your words, pictures and the video, and for what I just now found on your website after going back there again for your email address - the phone message. As you can imagine, it breaks my heart to hear her voice again. But it's a sweet kind of heartache. That's the best way that I can describe the feeling at the moment.
A friend stopped by today with some pictures of Margo, and I wanted you to see them. They're really beautiful. They're here:
http://home.twcny.rr.com/patburke/margo.html
I loved Margo very much. I'm so sorry for your family's loss and grief. My brother Eddie died recently. I know how hard it is to lose a sibling, and to witness a parent's pain.
And only weeks ago, my very good friend's 17 year old daughter died in a car crash, while out shopping for prom dresses. Another amazing, beautiful person that I loved is gone.
But I know that I, and many others, will carry a part of Margo's spirit close to our hearts for as long as we live. I know I was really blessed with her friendship.
Peace and love,
Pat
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Hi Dave,
I'm so sorry to hear about Margot.
Even though I didn't know her well, I have a few good memories of her to share.
If you can find the time, please do expand the Margot page on your site.
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Memories of Margot:
I met Margot at the Middlesex Festival in 1993 at her booth. I spent the better
part of a half hour trying on hats. I loved all of them, but I could only buy
one that day, so I settled on the cool brown black and tan velvet jester cap
which I still have today. I also wanted to get one of her blue and purple
striped hats, so she wrote down the names of the ones I liked on her card so I
could get one later. She spent a minute thinking of an apropriate name for the
hat which turned out to be, "Margot's blue & purple striped knit mini munch
Medium" which I thought was a pretty cool name.
Unfortunately, I never did get another Ofta Hute. Later that year I moved out
west, and it wasn't until the late '90s that I made it back to the east coast
festivals again. My band played at Middlesex in August '99, but Margot wasn't
there that year. I always hoped that I'd catch her somewhere. Every year around
May I look around on the web at all the different festivals, and that's how I
came to find out about her death. It's hard to decribe why I was so affected by
the passing of someone I knew all of 20 minutes almost a decade ago. Margot was
one of the most genuinely together people I've ever met, and I've always
remembered her as a pure example of a true artisan, and kind spirit.
I can only imagine how many people deeply miss Margot.
Sam
sam@heysam.com
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Dear David:
Hi. Every once in a while I do a web search to check up on Margot and see how she’
doing.
We spent a great deal of time together – practically living together – back in Asheville
around 1990-91.
Of course, I fell totally in love with her, and have remained largely so the rest of my life.
She was truly one of the most magical creatures I have met on this earth. I’m totally
stunned by this news. They say that those whom the gods love die young, there is no
question that they might have grown impatient waiting for her there.
I feel blessed to have had her in my life, and saddened for all who had not yet met her.
My heart is with you.
Mat
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hey maggie, I just found this page - I have been wearing my margot hat
having heard of her passing only a few months ago.. seeing the pictures,
I was amazed to notice that she was last photo-ed wearing the shawl I
wove and traded to her for hats.. and I too am in love with Quintana
Roo, as well as my husband David who is best friends with Mat Jacobson..
big small world.. I am so sorry for the loss of this beautiful woman and
so happy tht she found joy in wearing my work. take good care. Kelly
Smith Barham
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Hello, Dave,
I just wanted to let you know that so many of us here in
Trumansburg felt very, very heavy hearts this morning, as we thought
back to one year ago. We will never forget Margot, we can't STAND it
that she's not here, and it's one of those things that we will never be
able to assimilate.
Thank you so much for the website---it helps. My heart weeps with
your family. Love and best wishes-- Katie
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Thank you for putting up this web page, it laid to rest some years of wondering what happened to Margot, after I opened the paper to find her obituary one day. I am very sad to have found the website after finding what I thought must be her sister's in my Ithaca Journal today. I didn't know Margot well at all, she was a friend of a woman my mother mentored at Cornell (my mother is/was a weaver since well before getting a PhD and I grew up in her booths at craft fairs). But Margot made such a strong impression on me that I always hoped to see her again and get to know her. I had talked with her about the business of craft fairs, about keeping chickens (she was amused to find someone else who had always wanted to do this), and Minneapolis, where I grew up, much into the folk scene (Boiled in Lead included!). She had a combination of qualities I had never met before in someone my own age, only in my mother's aging beatnik/flower child friends, this wry humor, common sense, practical ability and level headedness, along with a depth of sweetness, warmth, loving kindness, generosity, and creative vision in work and life. This impression is based on a handful of times spent in her company. I can only imagine what she meant to those close to her. I ran into her perhaps a year before her death and remember it vividly - she said hello in Greenstar, having recognized me, she remembered my name, was surprised that I was still in town, and chatted with me a little before we both went back to shopping. I had wondered if she had left town as well, and hoped I might have another chance at making her acquaintance. I regret never really getting to know her, but I am grateful to have met her.
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Hi -- You don't know me (How many e-mails start out that way, anyway.) I used to work with your sisters at Rogans so many moons ago. Together, (plus another girl) we were always called the hippie chicks. Strangers could not tell us all apart; we were just the blond haired hippie girl behind the register. Maggie and I lived together for a while, too. One time, Maggie and I drove her bus, Althea, down to Asheville to Lisa's to get Margot and get back to Ithaca. The bus broke down on the way, I had to take the bus back, and M&M bought a car to make the trip back a week or so later. I still think about that trip fondly: roll backs and push water, bagel sandwiches and chicory coffee, Lisa and Steve, Maggie and Margot. This morning I have gone on an odyssey of sorts. I was talking with a friend in Asheville through e-mail, we talked about Lisa and Blue Planet, and I found Lisa's website. It made me think of Margot, and where is she now? Last time I saw her I think it was a picture of her in the paper and she was riding a tractor. Through the years I have thought of her often and looked for her at fairs, at concerts, just... everywhere. Maggie too, I have wondered where she went to. So off to google I went, and found your page. With shock. I have been crying, uncontrollably, for the past 15 minutes. Here I am, I have not seen her in years and years, and I am just torn up. But I kow those last hours, minutes of Margot's life she was doing what she loved. She always did. Thank you for your webpages. Where is Maggie today? Is there a way I can get in touch with her? Mo Barger
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Hello, Dave. You don't know me but my name is Ingrid. I only heard yesterday of Maggie and Margot's deaths. It is ironic to me and extremely sad that today is the anniversary of Maggie's death. I have been reading your web site and my heart is in pain for you. I know that the girls are with you today and in spirit their arms are wrapped around you, holding you close. Maggie was in our circle of friends in high school in Fayetteville. She was a beautiful and fun girl with lots of spirit. We hated to see her move away. I wish there would be more for me to say to ease your pain. Just know that there will be a day when you see your sisters again. Most sincerely, Ingrid
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Dave,
I stumbled upon your web page that pays tribute to your sister, Margot,
because I was bored at work and decided to "Google" her.
Margot was a classmate of mine in Winston-Salem. My family moved to
Winston-Salem from Long Island in December, 1981. Living in the South
was quite an adjustment for me and moving to a new school was probably
the hardest part of the move.
I don't remember exactly when I met Margot, but I think we shared the same
homeroom class. I immediately noticed her Midwestern accent and if I
remember correctly, your family had recently moved to Winston-Salem from Wisconsin.
This was great news to me, because my family had spent a couple weeks
or longer in Wisconsin every summer. My grandmother lived in Milwaukee
and we would also stay at a resort in Door County. Margot reminded me
of a lot of the kids I had met in Door County. She had the same pure kindness
that I felt from my friends in Wisconsin. She was immediately familiar.
Margot and I shared a similar interest in music. I vividly remember telling
her that I had just purchased Adam Ant's "Friend or Foe" album and Margot
agreeing that it was a great album. I think she told me her favorite song
was "Cajun Twisters." My memory is a bit fuzzy, looking back 23 years, but
I am pretty sure that's what she said, because I always think of her whenever
I hear that song. I wasn't too fond of that one, and I was surprised it
was her favorite.
It's possible that I had a crush on your sister, but at the time I was
just coming out of the "girls have cooties" phase of my youth.
We attended Paisley High School together, but started hanging out with
different crowds. Then she went off to RJR high and I went to Mount Tabor,
so I didn't see her much. Once in a while I'd see her at the Marketplace
Cinema, where I worked from the summer before my Junior year in HS and well
into college. She was usualyy with her boyfriend, Jack. Both of them were
sporting a serious punk/alternative look during that time. I hid beneath
the wardrobe of a more preppy look.
I think the last time I saw her was at a party at a friend's house in Winston.
It might have been around 1992. I didn't talk to her, because we hadn't spoken
since 8th grade, really. I think she was with Jack.
Also, I remember on a class trip in 8th grade, our activity buss was driving
down Robinhood and as we passed your family's house near the corner of Stratford
and Robinhood, Margot pointed it out to me. I still pass that house and think,
"That's Margot's house."
So, today I decided to enter "Margot Marcotte" in the Google search engine and
I learned the sad news. I knew of your sister Maggie, too. She had a similar
spark to Margot's.
I did not know your sister well, although there was a time that I was a close
acquaintance. Regardless, I remember her from that time of great transition
in my life and realize that she unknowingly comforted me, just by being her.
She helped me see that I was going to meet cool people in my new town.
I was always sorry that we had drifted apart in high school, which is perhaps
why I decided to Google her today. I just wanted to see how she was. Based
on all that I read on your page, I believe she is at peace.
However, I am sorry for your loss.
It seems like you have a keen interest in learning of other people's experiences
with your sister, so I thought I'd share mine with you. It may not seem like
much, but the impression she left was strong enough that through all of these
years I still think about her. She was a very nice person and she had a glow
that I will never forget.
Thanks for reading.
Sincerely,
David Shaw
