Marian P. Fox
21 August, 1924 – 21 May, 2020
Marian P. Fox was born on August 21, 1924 and passed away on May 21, 2020 and is under the care of Hines-Rinaldi Funeral Home.
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Marian P. Fox
Laurel Brain Brotman
July 8, 2020
I’m sorry to hear of your loss. My mother, Mary Ellen Brain & your mother were friends and worked together at the state level of PTA. (I remember meeting you, your brother and father at my parents house at a large party)
I think of your mother as a brilliant woman who was extremely accomplished and had a good sense of humor.
Many years ago I worked with Dale Verbits and heard a little about your mother through her.
People like Marian Fox worked very hard to make this world a better place.
May 24, 2020
My Mom, Marian Fox, passed away on May 21, at age 95. She was truly a part of Tom Brokaw’s “Greatest Generation.” She worked tirelessly with the PTA and the League of Women Voters for decades. She forgot more about Maryland politics than I will ever know, and I always sought her counsel about who to vote for in local races. She loved to garden and was an award-winning grower and arranger of chrysanthemums. She was passionate about Colesville Presbyterian Church, where she was a founding member and served for six years as an elder. She took great pride in its interfaith activities with a Muslim congregation. She had a real love of the Boy Scouts – when I was eight, she was my first Cub Scout Den Mother. When she was 88, she insisted on sewing the patches onto a new Scout shirt I had bought, and helped stuff envelopes with advertising flyers for a charity bike ride the Scouts and a local Rotary Club were organizing.
She traveled – not until she was in her late 80s did she fail to visit me at a Peace Corps or Foreign Service posting. To hear her talk about her three grandchildren, you would think they all were “above average, even by Lake Wobegon standards.” Friday morning breakfast at the Dutch Country Market with friends was a ritual for decades – with as much emphasis on flirting with kids as on the sausage and cheese omelet she ordered every week. She was feisty – when she tumbled down the stairs at my house at age 88, she called it “doing her imitation of a Slinky” and reveled in the jokes while she was in rehab. She knitted. She quilted. She sewed. She loved family camping. She was raised as a really good midwestern cook; as an empty-nester she mastered a lot of international cuisines. But she was always the reliable source of a great pot roast dinner (“stringy beef”) on my first night back in the US after an overseas posting.