Marjorie walked toward me with a hair brush in her hand. I smiled and took it from her and began to brush her thick brown hair back away from her face. I thought of my mother who is long gone now. When I was a little girl, I would stand at the end of the davenport as my mother lay there resting. With the old bristle brush I’d stroke her hair back away from her high forehead. The memory left a lump in my throat and I hugged Marjorie and my mother all at the same time. Hand in hand, Marjorie and I made our way down the hall and I began to sing the old song “Margie”. Marjorie has difficulty at times forming the words that she wants to say. She tried her best to sing the song that she has owned for many years. When we were done, we stopped a minute and I asked Marjorie, What’s my name?. She looked at me so lovingly and tenderly tapped me on my bosom: Pretty, she replied. I laughed a hearty laugh and told her that my name means “pretty” in Scotland. So, you see, Marjorie knew my name all along!
– Contributed by Bonnie Rowley, Activities Director
Margie
My little Margie
I’m always thinking of you, Margie
I’ll tell the world I love you,
Don’t forget your promise to me
I have bought a home and ring and everything
For Margie, you’ve been my inspiration,
Days are never blue,
After all I said and done,
There is really only one,
Oh Margie, Margie, it’s you
Margie
I’m always thinking of you, Margie
I’ll tell the world I love you,
Don’t forget your promise to me
I have bought a home and ring and everything
For Margie, you’ve been my inspiration,
Days are never blue,
After all I said and done,
There is really only one,
Oh Margie, Margie, it’s you
Songwriters: Benny Davis / Con Conrad / J. Russel Robinson
