Lillia Marguerite “Maggie” Allen Pearson, 95, of Waco, passed away Tuesday, November 19, 2013. Funeral Services will be held at 2:00 pm, Monday, November 25th at St. Alban’s Episcopal Church, 305 N. 30th Street in Waco, with interment to follow at Oakwood Cemetery. Visitation will be from Noon to 2:00 pm, Sunday, November 24th at Lake Shore Funeral Home, 5201 Steinbeck Bend, Waco. Thoughts and memories may be shared in the online Guest Book at www.LakeShoreFuneralHome.com.
Maggie was born December 19, 1917 to Cyrus Bryant and Minnie Mae (Steinbeck) Allen in Waco. She was raised in Bosqueville and Waco. She worked at the McLennan County Courthouse until she married Brooks Pearson in December of 1946. They lived in Waco where they raised their daughters, Pamela and Peggy.
She was a homemaker, and was very involved in her children’s school activities. She and Brooks provided their daughters many choices to pursue their interests. She liked to sew, grow flowers, and was an excellent cook. People still ask for her recipes. Maggie’s and Brooks’ home was always a welcoming place for family and friends. When the girls grew up, Maggie began working with her nephew and his wife, who started a business in Bosqueville called The Farm House. She worked there with her sister Floy, using her nimble fingers to learn yet another talent, needlepoint. She also helped with her great nephews and nieces.
In September of 1976, she and Brooks were blessed with the birth of their beloved grandson, Brooks Hill. Maggie was very involved with his upbringing after Peggy and grandson Brooks returned to Waco. She served many years on the board of The Earle-Harrison House (Pape Foundation) until she was 75 and was a member of St.Alban’s Episcopal Church in Waco.
Maggie, the youngest of five was an especially thoughtful, caring person who took her older sisters under her loving wing as they progressed in years. Pamela and Peggy worked together to return the loving care she had given them. She was fortunate to remain independent and lived in her own residence the remainder of her long life. Maggie is known to her family as a faithful, true friend through her participation in our everyday lives. She shared her love of simple things colorfully. Her legacy of steadfastness will remain a strength, and we will return there within our hearts and minds.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Brooks Pearson, who passed away in March of 1979; her parents; a brother, Clifton Allen; and three sisters, Floy Sherman, Johnye Willingham, and Sybil Lester.
She is survived by two daughters, Pamela Pearson of Waco, and Peggy Pearson-Lindeman and husband, David, also of Waco; grandson, Brooks Hill and wife, Kristy of Crawford; two beloved great-grandchildren, Kaden and Kinley Hill; one sister-in-law; one nephew; and five nieces.
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Dear Peggy and family, I am so very sorry to hear of your mother’s passing. Please know that I am thinking of you at this very sad time.
What a joyful, sweet soul! Love to all.
Dear Peggy & Pamela & Family,
How sad I am to lose an angel from this earth to her Heaven Home. I know how much you will miss her. She was a truly beautiful lady who left a beautiful legacy. God Bless.
Debbie
Peggy, Pam, my sincere condolences. Maggie was the most precious sweet lady I have ever known!! Know that you and your family are all in my thoughts and prayers. Love all of you as I loved Maggie.
Hope Rouse
I am sorry to hear of your loss.
Maggie was a sweet, sweet lady!
Pam and Peggy, Aunt Maggie was such a kind,wonderful person, and the last of the "girls," the sisters who loved each other so much, and for so long.
I am so sorry for your loss my prayers are with you and your family in this time of need.
Peggy,
Please know that we are thinking of you at this difficult time.
My heart goes out to you for the deep loss you must be feeling for your beloved Mrs Marguerite Pearson. How sad to lose someone so loved and so needed. May you find comfort in prayer and in one another. (Jeremiah 29:12,13).
Peg and Pam I am so far away but in my heart I’m right there! I love you both and know Maggie and beryl are together again at last!
I’m sorry for your loss. Peggy you are my second mother and I love you dearly, I know to lose such a beacon in your life is difficult but know that the love you’ve given to me was shown to you by your mother and I am a better person because of both. I love you with all my heart and my thoughts are with you.
Go Down, Death
by James Weldon Johnson
(A Funeral Sermon)
Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband–weep no more;
Grief-stricken son–weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter –weep no more;
She only just gone home.
Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
Looking down on all his children,
And his eye fell on Sister Caroline,
Tossing on her bed of pain.
And God’s big heart was touched with pity,
With the everlasting pity.
And God sat back on his throne,
And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand:
Call me Death!
And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice
That broke like a clap of thunder:
Call Death!–Call Death!
And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven
Till it reached away back to that shadowy place,
Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.
And Death heard the summons,
And he leaped on his fastest horse,
Pale as a sheet in the moonlight.
Up the golden street Death galloped,
And the hooves of his horses struck fire from the gold,
But they didn’t make no sound.
Up Death rode to the Great White Throne,
And waited for God’s command.
And God said: Go down, Death, go down,
Go down to Savannah, Georgia,
Down in Yamacraw,
And find Sister Caroline.
She’s borne the burden and heat of the day,
She’s labored long in my vineyard,
And she’s tired–
She’s weary–
Go down, Death, and bring her to me.
And Death didn’t say a word,
But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse,
And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides,
And out and down he rode,
Through heaven’s pearly gates,
Past suns and moons and stars;
on Death rode,
Leaving the lightning’s flash behind;
Straight down he came.
While we were watching round her bed,
She turned her eyes and looked away,
She saw what we couldn’t see;
She saw Old Death. She saw Old Death
Coming like a falling star.
But Death didn’t frighten Sister Caroline;
He looked to her like a welcome friend.
And she whispered to us: I’m going home,
And she smiled and closed her eyes.
And Death took her up like a baby,
And she lay in his icy arms,
But she didn’t feel no chill.
And death began to ride again–
Up beyond the evening star,
Into the glittering light of glory,
On to the Great White Throne.
And there he laid Sister Caroline
On the loving breast of Jesus.
And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,
And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
And the angels sang a little song,
And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
And kept a-saying: Take your rest,
Take your rest.
Weep not–weep not,
She is not dead;
She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.
This poem was given to me by Rev Cotton Timmons. I share with you. My deepest sympathy for the loss of Marguerite..She was loved. Peace, Sara Ratliff