OBITUARY

Peggy Shetz

January 10, 1925October 25, 2018
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Peacefully and surrounded by family on 10/25/2018 Margaret “Peggy” Shetz; beloved wife of the late Raymond F. Shetz; loving mother of Mike and his wife Cathy, Skip and his wife Lynn and Bill Shetz and his wife Barb; cherished “Grandmom” of Joseph, Stephanie, Matt and his wife Megan and Megan Shetz.

The family will receive friends in the LEMMON FUNERAL HOME OF DULANEY VALLEY INC., 10 W. Padonia Road (at York Road) Timonium, Maryland 21093 on Sunday, October 28, 2018 from 2:00 pm to 6:00 pm. A Funeral Mass will be celebrated in St. Joseph Church, 100 Church Lane, Cockeysville, Maryland 21030 on Monday, October 29, 2018 at 11:00 am. Interment Dulaney Valley Memorial Gardens.

Expressions of sympathy may be directed in Peggy’s name to Our Daily Bread, 725 Fallsway, Baltimore, Maryland 21202 and/or Little Sisters of the Poor, St. Martin’s Home, 601 Maiden Choice Lane, Catonsville, Maryland 21228.

A Guest Book is available at www.lemmonfuneralhome.com

Services

  • Visitation Sunday, October 28, 2018
  • Funeral Mass Monday, October 29, 2018
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Adrienne Walicki Tate

October 29, 2018

I was lucky enough to meet Peggy at 12 o’clock mass on Sundays. She was always smiling and spunky. I hadn’t seen her for A while and found out that she was at Brightview. My sincere condolences and sympathy to your entire family.

wynter curtis

October 29, 2018

To the Family of Mrs. Peggy Shetz,

I'm so so sorry for your loss,

My name is Wynter Curtis . I had the pleasure of Serving Mrs. Shetz, at Brightview Mays Chapel . She was a funny lady, and I will miss her a lot in the dinning room. Plus I will miss her Beautiful smile too.


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Biography

Peacefully and surrounded by family on 10/25/2018 Margaret “Peggy” Shetz; beloved wife of the late Raymond F. Shetz; loving mother of Mike and his wife Cathy, Skip and his wife Lynn and Bill Shetz and his wife Barb; cherished “Grandmom” of Joseph, Stephanie, Matt and his wife Megan and Megan Shetz.

The family will receive friends in the LEMMON FUNERAL HOME OF DULANEY VALLEY INC., 10 W. Padonia Road (at York Road) Timonium, Maryland 21093 on Sunday, October 28, 2018 from 2:00 pm
to 6:00 pm.

A Funeral Mass will be celebrated in St. Joseph Church, 100 Church Lane, Cockeysville, Maryland 21030 on Monday, October 29, 2018 at 11:00 am.

Interment Dulaney Valley Memorial Gardens.

Expressions of sympathy may be directed in Peggy’s name to Our Daily Bread, 725 Fallsway, Baltimore, Maryland 21202 and/or Little Sisters of the Poor, St. Martin’s Home, 601 Maiden Choice Lane, Catonsville, Maryland 21228.


Megan's Eulogy,

For those of you who don’t know me, I am Meg Shetz, Peggy’s youngest granddaughter.

My Grandmother, or more lovingly known as, “Granny”, danced her way up to heaven Thursday night. We were all so lucky to have her for as long as we did, but that unfortunately doesn’t make it hurt any less. Granny is remembered by her friends as one of the most caring, thoughtful, and loving people they have ever met. She is all of those things, but being a part of her family, I saw the sassy, spunky never-takes-crap-from-anyone part of her too.

My Grandmom and I had a very different relationship when I was growing up- if you met her even just once, you know that she always favored boys over the girls, after all she did only raise boys. But this made our relationship different than most relationships granddaughters have with their grandmothers. I spent a majority of my life being challenged by her, forcing me to become something that would make her proud, and last but not least butting heads more frequently than I would like to admit. Over the past 3 years, our relationship took a turn for the better, having pizza parties at her house, just the two of us, a majority of that time spent talking about her relationship with my late Grandpop, learning about their love story and their love for traveling the world, something I aspire to have one day. Granny also became one of my biggest fans over the past 3 years. At both of my graduations from Towson University, she was there, beaming and telling me how proud she was. Did I fully believe it? Not really. But about two months ago, I finally realized it. I landed my dream job in a hospital, something that almost everyone knows I have worked so hard for over the past few years. When Grandmom found out, I could hear it in her voice how truly proud she was of me, so proud that she tracked down one of my professors who also lives at Brightview, and told her immediately, because she “just had to tell someone”.

Whenever families lose a loved one, the most common comment to hear is “The holidays are never going to be the same” but I truly mean it, in a much different way than most. You see, Grandmom loved buying food in bulk, so much, that all of us would not-so-subtly check the expiration dates of everything, trying to avoid getting poisoned by salad dressing that expired in 2014. There is also a slightly infamous story about a one-legged turkey that was served to us on Thanksgiving at her house one year. Let’s just say, Granny was never allowed to host a holiday again, and if you want more details, find a Shetz later and we’ll tell you. Grandmom was also the queen of giving the most bizarre Christmas gifts. I’m not kidding when I say some of these “gifts” were upwards of 50 years old and were on proud display in my dad’s old bedroom of the house until she decided one of her grandkids would benefit from it. This might be a tradition that we have to keep going, out of curiosity of what we can find.

One of the last long conversations I had with my Granny was when she was in the hospital for her back fractures. She told me the story of her first date she had with my Grandpop, it involved dancing, the two of them going to a local hall and spinning around the dance floor, feeling like it was just the two of them. Just a few months before that conversation, Grandmom had what was her “peak”, her last dance here on earth. Her grandson, my older brother, Matt, got married, and about halfway through the reception, he grabbed her hand, and the dance floor formed a circle around them, just those two dancing and spinning around, and I can imagine that it was just like her first dance with my Grandpop, many years ago.

Grandmom, you wrote an amazing (almost) 94-year-old story here on earth. I can speak for all of us when I say you are so loved, and we will miss your sass and spunk. You made a mark on us, and we all are finding peace knowing that you are strong, your hair is curled again, and haven’t stopped dancing with Grandpop and drinking Manhattans since you saw him waiting for you in Heaven.

I love you always, a bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck.


Joe's Eulogy,

My grandmother taught me a lot of valuable things throughout my life. One of the most important ideas that she instilled in me is that everything in this world worth doing is going to be difficult. It would be very easy for me to stand in front of all of you today and shed tears of sorrow for the loss that we have all experienced. But instead, Im going to take the difficult path of maintaining my composure and sharing a smile with you all. Because for the last 35 years I have had the absolute pleasure of calling Peggy Shetz my grandmom, and for that I am truly grateful.

The funny thing about family is that you don't get to choose them. We are brought into this world and surrounded immediately by people who love us unconditionally as we learn with age to do the same. But let me tell you: it is much easier to love someone when they are as wholesome and genuine as my grandmother.

When someone lives to be 93 (she lived 34,256 days in case anyone was keeping count) they have experienced more than most of us. Experience creates perspective, and perspective creates character. And it is hard for to me to imagine someone with more character than her.

Loving. My grandmother had the gift of being in an amazing marriage to my grandfather for 55 years. When you find that kind of love you can't help but radiate it outwards to everyone in your life. It showed in how she treated us all. She had such a unique way of making each of us feel like the most important person in the world. She taught me that love always wins.

Grit. I believe that to be the result of raising three boys. You can't keep your sanity as a woman in a household full of men without true grit. Let this be my thank you to all of mothers in this room. My grandmother showed me that the difficulties of motherhood don't end when your children fly the coop. Her ability to be resilient even when her sons were giving her a hard time (the phrase "go to war" comes to mind) taught me that with the right attitude one can always persevere.

Frugal. When you live through the great depression it becomes a part of you. I can't imagine what it would feel like to wear potato sacks for clothes or stand in the soup kitchen line for your next meal. But for her this was a harsh reality. Every time my grandmother asked for a to-go box to save half a meatball or collected all of the soap from a hotel room she would incite a chuckle from us. But knowing the things she had experienced made it easier to comprehend. I am yet to meet someone that understood the value of a dollar like she did.

Opinionated. When you have seen and experienced as much as my grandmother, one becomes very assertive in their views. She witnessed 16 US presidencies, multiple wars, the end of segregation and the list goes on. I have many fond memories of conversations with her recalling significant moments in history, and she was always sure to tell me how SHE felt about them. And don't try to persuade her: I promise you it was never worth it. I have been called stubborn once or twice in my life. I have no doubt where that trait comes from.

Devout. Her faith in God gave her strength during difficult times and allowed her to find comfort during her final days. The church was responsible for the creation of many wonderful friendships and gave her a sense of community that many of you were a part of.

Foodie. Whether it was breakfast at Panera Bread with her friends or a delicious home cooked Italian dinner with her family, my grandmother never missed a meal. And lets not forget her favorite drink: the infamous Manhattan! Some crushed ice, bourbon, Southern Comfort, all topped off with a cherry. Stirred to perfection with that infamous finger. She loved to drink one with her dinner. Sometimes two. Occasionally three. What can I say? She loved to party. Everyone that knew her could attest to that.

Sports aficionado. If the Orioles or Ravens were playing you would be sure to find my grandmother in front of a television rooting for the home team. I remember taking her to Camden Yards just a few years ago and watching her hassle an employee for a free Orioles fedora reserved only for men entering the stadium. This did not sit well with her so after having some excited conversation with a frightened young attendant she sat down in her section of the ballpark showing off her new hat. My grandmother had a way of humbling me with her sports knowledge. Her ability to recount statistics of her favorite teams made me question if I was a true fan or not. If Cal Ripken was the Iron Man then she was the Iron Woman. Up until her very last days she was sharp as a tack and never missed a beat.

Independent. My grandmother enjoyed her freedom and her excellent health provided her the ability to life live on her terms. I would be lying if the thought of her behind the wheel into her 90's didn't scare me (along with plenty of other people on the road), but she wouldn't have it any other way. And you had to be sure to give her ample notice when making plans: her socialite lifestyle kept her calendar full. I remember calling her while planning my trip from Hawaii to Baltimore for the holidays a few years back. When I told her I'd like to spend a day with her while I was in town she responded, "Let me check my calendar and I’ll get back to you."

Well traveled. You would be hard pressed to name a place she hasn't had the pleasure of visiting. Her and my grandfather traveled to all the corners of the world and was always excited to share stories and photos of their adventures together. My grandmothers wanderlust instilled in me the value of seeing how others lived and appreciating what you have when you have it.

So much could be said about my grandmother. She carried herself with grace and beauty her entire life. While we all take this day to remember such an incredible woman, I ask you all to spend less time mourning the loss and more time celebrating the life that we were all fortunate to share. We are all as important to her as she is to us. I am certain that she is dancing in the heavens with Pop, looking down at us with that giant smile that always lit up the room. Thank you.