Margaret Dean Carter
December 9, 1933 – February 18, 2020
Margaret “Dean” Miller Shockley-Carter, age 86, of Scottsdale, Arizona passed away on February 18, 2020 from complication of Parkinson’s.
Margaret was born in Bloomington, IN. She graduated from Smithville High School. She later married James C “Jake” Shockley of Springfield, MO. They moved to California and lived there 13 years. They moved back to Bloomington, IN with their 2 children. James passed away soon after (1968). A few years later Margaret met and married Robert “Bob” Carter. They lived in Bloomington a few years then moved to AZ. Margaret was a homemaker most of her life. She worked at Indiana University before moving, then at K Mart in AZ. Survivors include her children, Schyrel and James. Her stepchildren Elaine and David. Sisters Gwen, Helen and Ellen. Grandchildren Jama, Kindra, Christopher, Kyle and Divina. 6 great grandchildren- many nieces, nephews and cousins. Preceded in death by her husband James “Jake” Shockley, 2nd husband Robert “Bob” Carter and her sister Barbara, several aunts, uncles and cousins.
Services will be held in Scottsdale, AZ, March 6th, 2020 at Green Acres Mortuary www.greenacresmortuary.net
- Funeral and Graveside Service Friday, March 6, 2020
Margaret Dean Carter
February 27, 2020
I have memories of Margaret being such an outgoing and welcoming lady. I visited her both in her home and her place of work, and she always had a big smile and a friendly greeting. We met many years ago as we had mutual contacts and when some out of town friends came we were invited over for the evening meal. She made everyone welcome and was always the same whether at work or at home. Our friends had a nice visit with her as we all did.
She talked about her children and grandchildren and I know she loved them and missed them. Thanks Margaret for your steadiness and your kindness. Because of your believe in God, I know you will be in His Hands. Rest in Peace.
February 25, 2020
I remember the snowball flower bush in your back yard that I thought was magical. I remember making icing for graham crackers in your kitchen. You were the first one who taught me how to use a hand mixer. When you moved to Arizona I cried all day in the back row of my third grade classroom. I didn't see you again until 10th grade. I wish things could have been different so we could have spent more time together. May you be with our Lord and Savior, free, well and young-watching over us.
Love you, Mamaw