Marjorie Ann Moore Womack

Marjorie Ann Moore was born in 1932 in Los Angeles, California. Both of her parents had been Vaudeville performers and dance teachers - her Mother danced and her father danced (soft shoe) and played banjo.

However, before Marjorie (and later) her sister were born, her parents had torn themselves away from Vaudeville to live a quiet, normal life. Things went well until Margi's dad passed away. At that point, Marjorie's mom struggled with several jobs (some at the same time) to bring up the girls. Young Margi couldn't pronounce the word Mama so she called her mother "Mimi". From then on the world knew her mother as Mimi. She couldn't pronounce her sister's name Ruth, so sister Ruth became forever known as "VeVe" (for her middle name "Evers").

Growing up in the great depression wasn't easy but they managed. Marjorie's grandmother was a concert pianist and gave lessons to little Margi. Those lessons would be one of the most important things in Marjorie's adult life. At one point, Margi really needed to buy a car, having traveled on street cars to attend school and work in Los Angeles. However, Mimi convinced Margi to buy a piano, which accompanied her throughout her life.

Young Margi was famous in junior high school for her natural rosy red cheeks. She was sent home several times because teachers were convinced she was wearing makeup.

After High School, she decided to become an executive secretary. She enrolled in a 2 year program at Woodbury College, now Woodbury University, in Los Angeles, working at the same time. After graduating at the top of her class, with job offers before she graduated, she was recruited to be an executive secretary for a top executive at 20th Century Fox. She was so beautiful, all of the Fox portrait photographers (the ones who photographed the movie stars) practiced on her. They would burst into her office with "Margi!!! We have new lighting!!! Come over and let me try it out on you!!!" Marjorie also worked in the advertising business.

In 1954, Margi and VeVe got a bug... the travel bug...

They both joined the newly-formed CIA and were immediately sent to the far east - the Philippines. Life was exciting and adventurous for Margi and VeVe, living and working overseas. Marjorie brought her piano and by this time could play anything she heard by ear. She was the life of every party. At one CIA party, she was standing with her sister having cocktails and a tall handsome man strode past them in a tuxedo. VeVe remarked to Marjorie, "Margi... THAT'S the guy you should marry!!!"

Shortly afterward, that handsome stranger, coincidentally, was re-assigned to report to her boss. His name was Bruce Womack and he was a CIA field agent.

They dated only a matter of months before they knew it was forever. They were married in 1957 in Taipei, Taiwan.

When son, David was born in 1960, Dad had a new assignment in Hong Kong. Margi left the CIA and Bruce was given permission to have Margi as his personal secretary at home. They lived in a high-rise, had friends over, listened to Margi at the piano, and daughter Tracy came along in 1962. Bruce left the CIA in 1963. At Margi's insistence, Bruce visited Los Angeles and San Francisco looking for a career but ultimately believed he would do much better in Houston. Margi never stopped loving California and though disappointed in going to Texas, she must have also known it was for the better. And it was. Bruce had a rewarding real estate career in Houston, Texas, where Mom was a member and a past president of the Houston Realtor's Wives Club.

Margi never stopped being that executive secretary. She managed the household with the utmost precision and discipline. When the kids had to miss school, she typed the notes to the teachers, often rendering suspicion among the teachers. She managed the kids, the dogs, the cat, the vacations, the schools, the lakehouse, but she didn't want much to do with the ranch. When dad brought home the first hunting dog, Rosie, Margi forebode it coming in the house. Bruce could have dogs but they were to stay outside... that was her condition (which lasted about one day until the dogs were in her lap on the couch). She quickly made the dogs every bit a part of the Womack family. Margi also volunteered at the kid's schools - the nurse's office, the library, chaperoning field trips, and little league where she was a team mom and scorekeeper. She helped her daughter Tracy's Girl Scout troop with cooking lessons so they could earn their merit badge for cooking.

She couldn't get enough of old Hollywood films... ever. She had met many of the stars, knew the directors or the producers, and always had a story about someone connected to the film.

To stay in shape in her later years, she took up walking. Every walk was an adventure around the whole neighborhood where she stopped periodically and chatted with many neighbors.

She prided herself on being an Aggie Mom (both children graduated from Texas A&M University). And every weekend at the lakehouse, she wanted to hear all the stories of what their kids were doing at A&M, interested to know how all of their friends were doing, wanted to meet Tracy's boyfriends and David's girlfriends.

Marjorie and Bruce, growing up in the great depression, in the midst of hopelessness, never dreamed that they would have the full, complete and colorful lives they grew into.

No wild songbird went unfed at Margi's house.

No cat or dog went unloved.

And no party at the Womack household was complete without Margi at the piano for an hour or two of sing-alongs!!!

Marjorie Ann Moore Womack

1932-2015

Loving Wife

Devoted Mother

Ultimate Mom