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Marjorie Hoover died unexpectedly at home on September 15, 2006. She was born in Washington, D.C. in 1951, graduated from Walt Whitman High School, and held degrees in Veterinary Technology, Medical Technology, and Molecular Biology and Microbiology. Although most recently employed by Franklin Square Hospital as a medical technologist, Marjorie spent most of her life pursuing her true vocations: veterinary science and working with horses. Marjorie attended Horsemaster’s School, the National Outdoor Leadership School, enjoyed drawing, baking and motorcycles, and was a Subaru aficionado. She will be remembered for her passionate opinions and arid humor. Her twin, Mary Anne, her brother, John and a host of devoted friends in Wyoming and the Baltimore-Washington area, survives her. A memorial gathering will be held at a later date. In lieu of shrubberies, the family asks that donations be sent to the Thoroughbred Retirement Foundation or the Humane Society.
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Polly Webb (Rogers)
I am sad to just learn about Marjorie on this site.Mary Ann and Marjorie are a good memory for me.
James L. Kaler, Jr, Esq.
The twins from Wood Acres loved horses. I'm glad that she pursued her love in her professional life. It's something that many talk about but few do. I have memories of playing at their house on Mass Ave. (2d, 3d grade?). Always remembered,even though we all grew up. All my best to Mary Ann. It must have been very hard losing her. Jimmy KalerJo H. Schneiderman
I just learned of Marjorie's death via this website. She was a great person and I enjoyed being in several classes with her. Her photo is beautiful. I am sad to learn of her passing.Cynthia O. Shryock (Blank)
I am so sorry to learn about Marjorie's death from our 69 website and am shocked and saddened. I have so many great memories of going horseback riding, going to classes, sleepovers and going on that crazy trip to the Eastern Block countries. Marjorie's great sense of humor and love of commenting on whatever was going on, her joy and passions made her a great friend from junior high through high school. I always thought we would meet up again at a reunion and laugh over our shared memories. Cindy (Shryock) Blank
Leland Gamson
Marjorie and I ran into each other at Glen Echo Park in the mid 70's. She was back in the area for a brief time between living and working in the rural countryside world with her passion, horses. She wanted to make the most of her short return to urban living, resulting in our going together to hear Irish music, hike the canal, explore Clara Barton's house, eat at Tastee Dinner (which was retro even back then). I look back fondly at my time spent with an animated, inner directed, pretty, young lady.
"With rue my heart is laden for golden friends I had
For many a rose lipped maiden, for many a light foot lad.
By brooks to broad for leaping, the light foot lads are layed.
The rose lipped maids are sleeping by fields where roses fade."
Being a lesser lyrical poet than A.E. Housman but having a more optomistic view of death, I add the following lines
The light foot lads are leaping over brooks that never run dry.
The rose lipped maids are dancing in fields that never will die.
Victoria Brown (Crawford)
I'm so sorry to hear about Marjorie's passing. I have such good memories of her and Mary Ann.