To move on, you gotta be strong. To be strong, you gotta be happy. To be happy, you gotta love like you never been hurt.UnknownThis memorial website was created to remember our dearest
Marion Ansley who was born in
New Mexico on
August 24, 1961 and passed away on
December 3, 2011. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.
Marion Ansley (age 50), of Sun City, AZ passed away on December 3, 2011. She was preceded in death by her sister, Alice Ansley. She is survived by her parents, Robert and Suzanne (Leegard) Ansley, her children in Albuquerque, Suzanne Siglock and Bryan Siglock, her sister, Linda Monsanto (Scott), her brothers Terry Ansley (Diana) and Bobby Ansley and many nieces and nephews. Marion attended Apollo High School in Glendale, AZ and graduated from Los Alamos High School in Los Alamos, NM. She loved gardening, crocheting, writing and playing with her dogs. Most of all, she loved being a homemaker and raising her children. Most recently, she was a loving great aunt to Parker and McKynlie.
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Heart felt memories from Suzanne Ansley
Marion Lois Ansley came into this world on August 24, 1961, weighing 7 pounds.. She was my fourth child of the five I ended up having. Her two sisters, Alice and Linda, came first and then came Terry, my first boy, next came Marion, and then came Bobby (all in 5 years).
Marion was a beautiful little girl (like her two sisters and her two brothers). I often said I kept having children because they were so beautiful. Marion had long beautiful blonde hair as she grew up and grey/green eyes (that changed with the colors she wore) - they were like her father’s eyes.
As a small toddler she loved to rock in a rocking chair She used to visit an elderly gentleman next door (Uncle Ben) and rock on a chair there. He loved Marion just as we did. As she grew older she loved to play school either with her sisters, friends or with dolls. She was, of course, the teacher. Our 5 children played a lot together in their youth. They used to like to watch scary shows like “Dark Shadows” on television after school. As they grew older, each chose their own friends but still would enjoy being together as a family.
Marion liked to practice gymnastics out on our front lawn in Glendale, AZ, with her sisters – cart wheels, splits, headstands, somersalts, you name it - they did it They came by gymnastics quite naturally as my grandfather (I was told) was heavy into gymnastics - he could walk up and down stairs on his hands. I never got to meet him as he died before I was born. Because Marion was so good at gymnastics, she was chosen as one of the Mat Maids for the Apollo High School Wrestling team. This she enjoyed very much.
Marion loved animals. It seemed we always had a dog and sometimes cats living with us. The children even got to watch animal birthing which was a fascinating thing to them as well as to us. She loved her dogs-- Bounder, Bingo and Pooka–in her adult life. More recently we shared a dog, Toby, who is a mixture of Chihuahua and Dachshund. She loved him with all her heart as her father and I do also..
Marion became a housewife when she married Mark Siglock directly out of high school in Los Alamos, NM.. She always disliked the fact that I worked and didn’t stay home with the children. Raising 5 children I felt the additional money was necessary. Looking back I realize we should have found a way for me to stay home to be a full-time mother. I do think kids benefit from their mother’s being home to teach and love them. Mark and Marion spent 25 years together and raised a girl (Suzanne Marie) and a boy (Bryan Anthony). They were her pride and joy (just as my 5 children are to me).
Marion enjoyed Colorado’s climate - where you get 4 different seasons. She spent a couple years with us following her divorce and then went to Colorado Springs for a year. Her unfortunate fall in Colorado Springs, fracturing her left ankle in two of the major bones
was tough, especially since she was all alone, except for her dogs. When she finally got help and was recuperating in the hospital, RSD (reflex sympathetic dystrophy – neurological problems) set in to her ankle and continued to cause her great pain for the rest of her life. So far there is no cure for this condition (to our knowledge anyway).
Marion tried her best to write articles, poems, and novels, but sadly was unsuccessful in getting them published. I do know she had a flair for writing. She loved English and literature and would have been a marvelous teacher. She also enjoyed decorating her home up especially at Halloween and Christmas time (outside as well as inside). She was a good hostess when Mark wanted to hold parties for his friends and coworkers. Marion was a good cook too and often took homemade soup to friends or family who were sick. She treated others like she wanted to be treated. She loved people and animals. Marion helped me out so much when she moved back home with us following her divorce.. She often helped with the cooking, the dishes, and the laundry. She did the gardening in our small patio area, and kept her own bedroom and bathroom neat and clean. She enjoyed crocheting afghans every now and then and they were beautiful. Marion seemed to be good at everything she tried to do.
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I remember one day up in Los Alamos when Marion was a senior there at Los Alamos High School and we were walking down Trinity Blvd. We glanced up at a car driving by us and noticed a young man staring at Marion – he was so engrossed he almost ran into the car ahead of him. Marion was just that pretty and sweet. She was absolutely beautiful inside and out.
Sometimes life does not seem fair. Marion just had her 50th birthday. Since her birthday was 2 days after mine, she did not get the “grand” birthday she should have had because I turned 75 on August 22nd (her birthday was August 24) and the children planned a nice birthday for me with my brother and sister and their spouses here. So basically she was cheated out of a grand 50th. However, her father and I promised we would buy her round trip ticket to Albuquerque to see her two kids around Christmas as her birthday present from us. Sadly she never got to make the trip. She spent a week in the hospital and then passed away at 10:00 pm on December 3rd at hospice. We miss her terribly but we carry many memories of her in our hearts..
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Suzanne Ansley (Marion’s mother)
December 18, 2011
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Heart felt memories fom Linda Ansley:
Growing up with Marion
Gosh! Growing up with Marion was a great joy! We spent many, many a day playing school and Barbies when we were younger. We used to have a “pick-in” for Barbie clothes. We both wanted the prettiest dresses for our Barbies. We both loved the party dress that was neon pink and green! Since she was 2 years younger than me, I would manipulate Mare so that I could pick first! And, I always wanted to be the teacher first! She kept telling me, “Linda, you were first last time. It’s my turn to be first!” Many times I had to say, “Ok, you go first.” We would get Kleenex boxes and place wash cloths over them for our Barbies’ beds and place another wash cloth over the top as pillows because we didn’t have real Barbie furniture. Oh, the fun we had with our imaginations together. We would play forever on weekends.
We also used to roller-skate down the sidewalk that we lived on (46th Avenue) inGlendale. Holy Cow! Our 5 Ansley family kids had a blast when the houses around us weren’t built yet. We’d play football out in the street into the evening with neighborhood kids and when a car was coming we’d run back to the sidewalk. We’d play Red Rover and Red Light-Green Light in our large front yard. We had so much fun.
I also remember doing gymnastics with Marion on our front lawn. She was so limber it was unbelievable. She could roll up like a pretzel. We would do walk-overs, backbends, splits and the perfect cartwheels. She could do the “boys’ splits” and I envied her because I could only do the splits with my left leg forward.
In high school we were obviously into ourselves, dating and trying to look pretty for the boys.
I remember many times passing her between classes and seeing that she had MY CLOTHES ON! I got so mad at her because I babysat to earn money for my clothes and she didn’t. We would have many arguments over clothes as all teenagers do.
I envied her long blonde hair, how it swayed back and forth and her beautiful face. Marion was beautiful. We would share make-up--all 3 of us girls and spend large amounts of time in the bathroom prettying ourselves up.
When I turned 18, my family moved to Los Alamos,NM, while I stayed in Phoenix and got married at 19. Marion graduated high school in Los Alamos and met Mark Siglock, whom she married and had 2 beautiful children with. I remember going to her house spending time at Williams Air Force Base with her family as I was going through my own hard times. Marion was there for me 100%. She would do anything for anyone. She was such a caring, loving person. She definitely was a caregiver. She stayed home most of her adult life raising her 2 children. Her kids meant EVERYTHING to her.
After her divorce, she came to Arizona and briefly Colorado and back to Arizona. She spent her last 6 years in Arizona living with our parents. She and I would get together and go play Bingo and shop.
She loved to crochet and my God, could she crochet. She would come up with some really beautiful Afghans. She crocheted me an afghan for my 50th birthday and it was absolutely beautiful.
Marion was a wonderful Great Aunt to my 2 grandchildren, Parker and McKynlie. She babysat them 1-2 times a week and taught them many things while she babysat. It was very difficult to babysit the kids, as she had RSD, which was very painful for her body, but she willed herself to get to those 2 babies and comfort them, take care of them, play with them and, yes, even teach them a thing or 2. She would send little videos of the kids playing and laughing. She would send many texts to us all of the things Parker would say. We would have a great laugh. I still have this text on my phone from Marion, “I asked Parker 2 help me carry some things. He replied, Mare...I have ALL 2 arms. Lol! Instead of ONLY! Too funny!” These 2 kids were EVERYTHING to her. She looked forward babysitting so she could see these little guys. They cheered her up each time. She always had good things to say about these kids.
Marion was also so very helpful with Scott and my son, Matthew, who has Down syndrome. She babysat him many times and was so wonderful with Matt. He loved Marion so much.
I will miss Marion with all my heart. I will have no more sisters after she passes away and am so very sad about that. I will miss just talking to her and reading her funny text messages. She was a great sister to me and I will hold that dear to my heart.
Marion, I love you and will miss you forever.
Love your sister,
Linda Ansley Monsanto
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Heart felt memories from Terry Ansley:
Wow...my little sister. My wonderful little sister, Marion. Truly my best friend while I was in high school.
I have so many fond memories of Marion while we were growing up, especially at Apollo High School. We hung out at the same parties, had the same friends, protected each other, and most importantly, we loved each other as brother and sister.
The Ansley family kids were comprised of 5 straight years of siblings (Alice, Linda, Terry, Marion, Bobby) so I got to know and love many of my sisters' and brother's friends... Especially Marion's friends. We always hung out with each other, went to parties together, and had the same friends.
I hurt deep deep inside missing my sister, remembering those special years, memories and friends. All of our friends at Apollo High were so special and close.
Once I graduated from Apollo High, my parents (and Marion, Alice and Bobby) moved to New Mexico. My baby sister was growing up in another state and I couldn't protect her anymore.
I will forever miss my little sister...
Love you lil' sis. Terry
