One Very Special Lady. Beloved wife of Harold Seymour (1913-1997). Mother of Gary and Michael. Grandmother of Mark, Chris, Michelle, David, and Matthew. Great-Grandmother to Simone, Todd, Nykel, Mckenna, Tanner, and (Michael born in 2003 after Marian's Death. She was so afraid that her grandson Chris would never have any children, she was wrong, but never got to see it happen). Marian was the daughter of Lester Heidt (1895-1969), and Edna Heidt Blakemore (1986-1989). Sister of Florence Heidt (1919-1921), Pauline Heidt Burke (1922-2003), and Carrol Heidt (1924-2008). Marian married Harold Seymour August 16, 1936. They celebrated 60 years together on August 16, 1996. Harold died just six months later on February 18, 1997. Grandma could be gruff and lack patience, but she had nothing but love and Kindness for me. She lived in excess, She drank too much, smoked like a chimney, and was a clotheshorse, and on the other hand was very cheap. Grandma was a true "Steel Magnolia." She wanted you to think she did not have it in her, but in truth had a core of steel. She never thought she could go on without Grandpa, but she did fine. Grandpa liked everything neat and tidy, and she tried her best to keep things just that way, but one time after his death she walked in the kitchen and saw her island counter covered with paper, she paused and looked at it and said," Daddy would have just hated it, but I'm in charge now." She was in control of her life. A prime example of Grandma's guff came on October 8,1999, when a man rang her doorbell, she did not recognize him so she didn't let him in, suddenly she saw the man on her patio taking a chair. The man crawled through a small bathroom window, and entered the kitchen; he got a shock when he saw grandma. She saw him and raised her cane and said," You son of a ... Get the hell out of my house," and let him have it. He ran away and was never caught, but he learned his lesson. If the character of Scarlet O'Hara was based on anyone, it was her, a shrinking violet with a core of steel. She fell ill with a patch of pneumonia on August 14, 2001, she seemed to be in good spirits when she was admitted into the hospital. We left her to get settled and went home. It got late and we never got to the hospital during visiting hours. Her condition worsened and the hospital called that night to say she wasn't going to make it through the night. We walked in the room to see near death. The nurse said she was out of it, and just then Grandma opened her eyes and exclaimed," I am not, What are you people doing here in the middle of the night, am I going to die?" We felt better, though she sounded bad. My family went to the chapel to pray and I stayed with her. She would open her eyes and smile, but drifted in and out. The next day her son Gary came down. Her sister and brother came to see her as well. She was so tough I never thought she would go. I thought if she could only make past August 16th she would make it, I was wrong. She died with her two sons at her side on August 16, 2001 what would have been her 65th wedding anniversary. She was 85 years old. She left behind her beloved eight year old mini pincher named Ginger, who died suddenly on March 19, 2009. Grandma was truly an unforgettable person. There are people that view her as a mean old lady, but in the eyes of the people that loved her, she truly had love to give. I will miss her always, and always have her with me no matter where I am. She was such a strong personality that, like her or not, no one can ever forget her.