24 August , 1921 – 31 October , 2019
Ida May Marshall, 98, of Annapolis, passed away on Thursday, October 31 2019 at her home in Eastport.
Visitation will be held at 12 PM on Sunday November 10th at the John M. Taylor Funeral Home, 147 Duke of Gloucester St., Annapolis.
Funeral services will be held immediately after the visitation at 3 PM Sunday November 10th at John M. Taylor Funeral Home, 147 Duke of Gloucester St., Annapolis. Burial will be conducted at a future date at Arlington National Cemetery.
Ida was born in Orange Vermont to Charles and Laura Beaulieu on August 24, 1921. She was a prolific volunteer in the Annapolis area, giving more than 25,000 hours of service to the Anne Arundel Medical Center over 42 years, as well as volunteer support at the information booth at City Dock, an Annapolis city tour guide, and countless hours quilting with the Annapolis Quilting Guild. She married Charles G. Marshall on October 17, 1969 in Upper Marlboro, MD. She was previously married to Marcell Rene Gough, until his passing in 1965.
Ida is preceded in death by her parents, Charles and Laura Beaulieu, her husbands, Charles Marshall and Marcell Rene Gough, and her siblings Maurice Beaulieu, Adrian Beaulieu, Elizabeth Granger, Loretta Raub, Bertha Boudreau, Meaurill Beaulieu, Lawrence Beaulieu, and Eugene Beaulieu, Florence Beaulieu.
Ida is survived by her children: Kit and Yaneth Barroso Gough, Elonie Gough, Mickey and Aidee Rondon de Gough and Nat and Lori Gough; Her 18 grandchildren and 8 great-grandchildren.
The Life, Times & Travels of Ida May Marshall (from a son’s perspective)
I am Nat Gough, the youngest son of Ida Marshall. This is my attempt to share with you the life, times and travels of my mother, that shaped and defined the qualities and characteristics that made my mother such a unique, loving and giving person.
Lineage Ida’s maiden name was Beaulieu. Her parents, Charles and Laura LeClair Beaulieu were of French Canadian decent. The earliest ancestors that we have found is Jean Hudon (b. 1621) and Francoise Durand (b. 1624) in Angers, France. Pierre Hudon dit Beaulieu, the son of Jean and Francoise, first came to Quebec Province in 1665 serving in the Regiment of Carignan-Salieres, protecting the settlers of New France from the Iroquois Indians. After his tour with the regiment, Pierre settled in the southeastern region of Quebec Province near the towns of Riviere-du-Loup and Riviere-Ouelle, on the St. Lawrence river.
The Early Years Charles arrived in Vermont from Quebec Province around the turn of the 20th century and worked as a stonecutter in the granite quarries. Charles married Laura LeClair in 1905, in Barre, Vermont near Montpelier. Charles and Laura proceeded to build their family adding children over a period of 16 years, that included Mary Elizabeth, Florance, Lawrence, Eugene, Marie Alberta, Maurice, Meaurill, Lorretta, Adrian, and the youngest, Ida born in 1921.
In 1923, when my mother was 2 years old, Charles packed the family up and moved them to McCleary, Washington, just west of Olympia. Charles traded in his stonecutting hammer and chisel for a saw to cut timber. Ida’s life during the early years were characterized as rural and self-subsistent. The family lived on a small farm raising cows for milk, chickens for eggs and meat, pigs for meat and a garden for vegetables. When the depression hit in 1929, the family struggled, like everyone else; but they were able to subsist on the farm and doing odd jobs.
The Naval Engagement
In 1945, while working at the Bremerton Puget Sound Naval Shipyard, Ida met, fell in love with and married my father, Marcell Rene Gough, a dashing Navy Seaman who was stationed on the USS Saratoga. Ida and Rene had their first son, Kit while in Bremerton. In 1946, my father separated from the Navy and moved to Meridian, Mississippi, where they moved in with his parents, Oscar and Sarah Jane Gough. Evidently, finding worthwhile employment was difficult, my father re-enlisted in the Navy and moved the family to Naval Station Great Lakes near Chicago, in 1947. My sister, Elonie, was born there in 1947. In 1948, my father was transferred to Norfolk, Virginia where my brother Mickey and I were born, 1949 and 1950, respectively. While stationed in Norfolk, my father was assigned to and joined the Underwater Demolition Team (UDT). The UDT were pioneers in underwater demolition, closed-circuit diving, combat swimming, and midget submarine (dry and wet submersible) operations. Commando training was added making them the forerunner to the United States Navy SEAL program that exists today.
My father was often deployed, in training or on exercises for extended periods of time, leaving my mother to run the home and raising the four kids. My memories of my mother during this period are of her working as a seamstress, making clothes for the kids, herding us about and keeping us in line, a difficult task for four rambunctious kids. My father was a strict disciplinarian and my mother was the softer touch, but she exercised firm control and maintained an even strain.
On one occasion in the 50’s, my mother ventured to St Thomas in the US Virgin Islands to be with my father during training exercises. I remember seeing a photo of my mother and father on a Vespa scooter in St Thomas, dressed up on a date, with my mother riding side-saddle in a dress. The image stuck with me and left me with the impression of a wilder and more adventurous side of both of my parents.
In 1959, my father was transferred to the Naval Explosive Ordinance Disposal Training Center near Indian Head, Maryland, as an instructor. It was here that my mother and father decided that they wanted to live in St Thomas. So, giving in to their wilder and more adventurous qualities, they bought a 50-year-old Chesapeake Bay skipjack sailboat named the “Katie Rowe”. The boat was fitted for dredging oysters, not cruising a family of six on the open ocean. The family spent 2 years re-fitting the boat, constructing a cabin with a galley, head and six berths and installing an engine. My father retired from the Navy and in the summer of 1963, we shoved off from Indian Head to sail over 1500 miles to St Thomas.
Although there were many fond memories of this trip, two events involving my mother come to mind that illustrated her character. Early in the voyage, we were rounding Cape Hatteras when we were caught in a storm. The jib (foresail) ripped and needed to be repaired. My mother went out on the bowsprit (pole extending from the bow of the boat), wrapped her legs around the bowsprit and proceeded to sew the sail while waves were breaking over the bow. My mother did this knowing she could not swim. The second event on the voyage occurred off the north coast of Haiti. We were sailing in clear weather when we began to experience large waves from a storm further out in the Atlantic. The wave heights were on the order of 25 to 30 feet. The boat would power up one side of the waves, the bow would slam hard at the crests, and we would careen down the back side of the waves. After about 8 to 12 hours of these conditions into the night, the caulking (sealing the seams of the wood in the hull) was knocked out and we began to take on water. The gas pump failed. We were bailing water and using hand pumps to stay afloat. We were able to make safe harbor in Puerto Plata, on the north coast of the Dominican Republic the next morning. All through this ordeal, I never once saw or perceived that my mother was afraid or losing control.
We lived in St Thomas for 2 years, 1 year aboard the boat and a year ashore. I think the cost of living in St Thomas was a bit more than my parents had budgeted. So, my father took a job with the Central Intelligence Agency and sailed the Katie Rowe to Annapolis, Maryland in 1965. In November of 1965, my father was killed in the Belgian Congo while on a mission with the CIA. Throughout this ordeal my mother expressed her emotions for the loss of her husband. But she maintained control and kept the family together.
The Second Half – Volunteer and Service to Others My mother met Charles Marshall through a mutual friend. They hit it off and fell in love. Mom and Charlie were married in 1969 and lived in the house in Eastport. Charlie owned and operated a general contracting business in Clinton, Maryland. Charlie enjoyed power boating. He and mom would spend numerous weekends boating and lounging on their boat, CHARIDA, at the Kent Island Yacht Club. Mom and Charlie had a wonderful life together for 31 years when Charlie passed away in 2000.
Starting in 1969, mom took up volunteer work. Over a period of 40+ years, my mother devoted her time to helping others and supporting volunteer organizations. The list of her involvement and contributions is extensive, I will summarize them as follows: • Anne Arundel Medical Center Auxiliary (42 years and over 25,000 hours): o Chaired: Book cart Clothes Box (3 terms) Gift Shop (2 terms) Snack Bar (2 terms) Information Desk (2 terms) Financial Secretary In & Out Surgery o Remembrance Fund o Treasurer of the Designer Show Houses o Special Sewings: Baby dresses and bonnets Turbans for Oncology patients, and Stuffed bears for Emergency Room o Supported multiple Auxiliary Gala and fundraising events • Information Center of the Annapolis and Anne Arundel County Conference and Visitors’ Bureau • Annapolis walking tour guide • Tutored reading for students at Eastport Elementary School, and • Meals on Wheels
In an article in the Capital Gazette in 1999, Mom was asked why she did volunteer work. Her response was “My heart feels good to help someone that needs a helping hand to get through the day. I want to give back.” My mother exemplified the qualities and motivation of volunteerism and service to others.
Who was Ida Marshall? My mother was a caring, loving and giving person. She had an inner strength that allowed her to overcome adversity and the ordeals of life. She always had a smile to offer. She enjoyed life and had a wild and adventurous side. This is how I will remember you
Rest in peace mother.
- Anne Arundel Medical Center
- Visitation Sunday, 10 November , 2019
- Funeral Service Sunday, 10 November , 2019
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