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PATRICIA L. MURPHEY 1937-2008
Patricia Louise Murphey, 71, (Patty) a resident of Morenci MI., passed away at Hospice of N.W. Ohio – Toledo, on Dec 18, 2008 after an extended illness.
She was born Apr 26, 1937 in Cleveland OH. Daughter of George Junior Murphey (27May04-27May68) and Fay Leora (Santemire) Murphey (24Jan06-17Jan93). On 13 Aug 1955 she married Myron LeVeck and to them were born two sons and a daughter; Mark Allen, Steve Lewis & Pamela Joy LeVeck. Following their divorce, she married Jon Green and to them was born one son; Patrick Dale Green. After that marriage ended, she took as her final husband Lynn Elarton on 12 Jul 66 and to them was born one son; Nathan Lynn Elarton.
Preceding her in death are; her parents, a Step-Father Harley G. Ford, (16Apr12 -21Dec90), a son Patrick Green (07Oct63-18Oct85), and two Grandchildren; Amber Darcy Fee (20May80) daughter of Pam (Kevin Fee) Arquette, and Joshua Mark LeVeck (28Jul83-08Feb04) son of Mark and Tricia LeVeck.
She is survived by; one adopted brother Ben (Barb) Santemire, Four Children; Mark (Tricia) LeVeck, Steve (Darlene) LeVeck, Pam (Kevin) Arquette and Rev. Nathan (Wendy) Elarton. Eleven Grandchildren: Abigail, Gabriel & Levi Elarton, children of Rev. Nathan & Wendy Elarton. John & Brent Fee, children of Pamela Arquette and Mike Fee by previous marriage. Rachel, Heidi, Holly, Seth & Ethan, Children of Steve & Darlene LeVeck. Matthew Beck, Son of Tricia and Step-son of Mark LeVeck. Seven Great-Grandchildren: Regan & Addison, daughters of Heidi (LeVeck) & Aaron Robeson. Lance & Brady, sons of Holly (LeVeck) & Brad O’Brien. Tyler & Jason, sons of Matthew (Megan) Beck and Jennifer Johnson.
Patty as she was known to most friends and family, enjoyed her gardens, her pets and her home, wherever and whomever they were at the time. She was an avid reader and correspondent throughout her life, spanning the Great Depression era of the 1930’s to the Internet age. She lived life with a strong passion, humor and curiosity for “What makes the Universe Tick”, lead by an inner spiritual desire to better herself, her family and those around her.
She made sure that all her children valued a good education, and went to church on Sunday, had something to eat each day, and had clean clothes to wear. Patty grew to be an apt student of all things metaphysical. A student of Clara Darr , Patty was herself an accomplished Astrologist. Patty was also an avid reader of interesting places throughout the world, having grown up on National Geographic, she was a consummate arm-chair traveler and could speak about many peoples and places throughout the world, and was very proud of all her children, their lives, loves and travels. Patty had a knack for and cultivated architecture and drafting, spending many a winter day drafting new ways to arrange or rebuild the perfect home. I recall that she had done a Home layout once, that contained “Moving walls of Light” so that a small space would look larger, could serve more than one purpose, and let light into the interior. Funny that twenty years later, as I watch a HGTV show, I see the very same thing actually built in some lofts in NYC, built out of opaque panels on sliding tracts, that store energy and transfer light. Patty also could write letters, boy don’t we know that! Anyone who has ever received one of her crafted letters, knows what we mean when we say “She did Scrap-booking before it was called Scrap-booking” because her letters were so much more than printed word on the page, but also as likely as not, would contain, drawings, diagrams, pictures cut out of a favorite magazine, or newspaper articles to prove a point, or simply something beautiful that caught her eye that she shared with us all. We never got just ‘letters’ from Mom, from Patty … we got BOOKs!
It is her hearty laugh, her ready smile, her welcome hug, her helping hand, her protective arms, and her love of life, family and community that we remember now. There was always room in her home for a wounded baby bird, or puppy, rabbit, piglet, fish or snake. The possum you snuck into the Coal Bin, well it had to go, but the fish could fit just fine on top of the refrigerator thank you, and remember that white mouse that you bought to feed to your garter snake? (before you thought to see that garter snakes don’t eat mice) … well it just had babies, and you really shouldn’t have let them all escape in the attic (much to Dad’s chagrin, as the next three years mouse traps were full of very colorful house mice). In her later years, it was her cats who kept her daily company, and were as much a part of her life as all of us.
I might try to forget; The “Irish Boiled Dinners” (although they did feed us when times were tight), or the way she tried to dress my brother Steve & I as twins till we were like five or six (although we always had clean clothes to wear), or the way she would round us kids up in the car for Sunday Drives (although they did instill a passion for ‘what lay around the next bend’), or when we would come home from School to find all our clothes and toys in the middle of the room (although she did teach us that you have to make a mess to clean one up). Or the way that our bedrooms could be Basements or attics (but they always held sturdy beds, clean bedding and cozy rooms after she fixed them up).
I will never forget that; She taught us how to play cards, dance, share, care for others, read to yourself and try new things. She sent us outside to play & watch after each other, and don’t be late for dinner and be in by sunset. She taught us to know and care about our neighbors, and to be good friends in our communities. She taught us to wash our hands, our faces, and the grubby marks on our elbows. She taught us it’s alright to cry, but not to pity ourselves in the process. She encouraged learning, loving, politeness, and common courtesy. As we grew, she shared our lives and dreams, and hers with us, through long talks, or letters or emails. A vacation could be as simple as a day’s drive through Fall colors. A treasured present could be a cigar box full of dirt holding new Bulbs for next spring’s planting. She taught me how to say the Lord’s Prayer before I even knew the alphabet. She taught us that Holidays can be celebrated whenever family can gather, and she never stopped reminding us that wherever our lives took us, we were all family.
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