Margaret Carroll Hartwell

Margaret Carroll Hartwell, 85, of Gaithersburg, Maryland, passed away on Sunday, December 4. Margaret (known to her friends and family as Peggy or Peggy Ann) was the daughter of John Ellsworth Carroll, Sr. and Margaret Helen Carroll. In 1958, Peggy married John Graham Hartwell, Sr., and was the beloved mother of her three children (Margaret Catherine, John Graham and James Andrew) and grandmother of her six grandchildren (John Scott, Matthew Aaron, Robert Allen, Phillip Andrew, James Andrew and Amelia).

Peggy’s early years were spent on a working ranch near Kissimmee Florida where she had her own horse (“Pretty Gal”), and was an active part of the Silver Spurs Rodeo Club where she participated as a Flag Girl, Barrel Rider and concession volunteer. She graduated from the University of Florida in 1958 with a degree in Sociology, and worked for several years as a social worker before taking time to raise her children. Peggy later worked in various corporate roles until she retired from Microlog. When not working, she enjoyed gardening, reading, playing bridge and traveling.

Per her wishes, no funeral service will occur, but a gathering of friends and family is being planned soon to reminisce and celebrate her life and memory. In lieu of flowers, her family requests that donations be made to one of the following:

· Donate — National Lymphedema Network (lymphnet.org)

· Plant a Tree Gift - Memorial Trees - Plant a Tree in a National Forest (alivingtribute.org)

· Giving Tuesday Match Fund | The Nature Conservancy____________________________________________________________________________________________________Gone from My Sight

(by Henry Van Dyke)

“I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and startsfor the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speckof white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.”

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,hull and spar as she was when she left my side.And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me — not in her.

And just at that moment when someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!”there are other eyes that are watching for her coming; and other voicesready to take up the glad shout: “There she comes!”

And that is—“dying.”