Marie was the youngest of four children of Gordon Davidson Reid and Mary Masterson Reid. She grew up in Lambertville. She was a very sensitive child. One of the nuns at her primary school once said, "Somebody run and get a bucket, Marie's crying again."
She graduated from Lambertville High School on June 12, 1931. Like her older sister Kitty, she then trained as a nurse. Marie attended the St. Francis School of Nursing in Trenton, Mercer Co., New Jersey. They were the first two in the family to get advanced eduation.
The trainee nurses used to get the worst jobs in the hospital. The 4'11½" Marie was once asked to take the amputated leg of a very tall man from the operating theater to the morgue. On her way downstairs, an orderly asked her, "Whatcha got there, Marie, leg o' lamb?" She replied, "No, leg o' man!" She was always proud of her quick retort, but she felt guilty, so she gave the patient extra special care in the ward. As he was going home, he presented her with a box of chocolates for treating him so well. Then she really felt guilty! She shared the chocolate with her fellow student nurses, and they all enjoyed a rare treat.
Marie married Harry Kitchen Shoudt on July 4, 1936 in a double wedding ceremony with her brother John Gordon Reid and his fiancée Evelyn Beck. It was a good, supportive marriage that lasted for 54 years.
Marie resided in Milford all of her married life. A Roman Catholic, she was one of the foundation members of St. Edward the Confessor Church in Milford. Her confirmation name was Elizabeth.
She was the mother of three. Her daughter Robin has since passed away. Marie was also the beloved grandmother of five grand- daughters and a deceased grandson Bobby, and she was the great-grandmother of six, whom she would loved to have met. She would have been the best great-nana.
Marie loved to shop, and it gave her great pleasure to buy new outfits for her grand- daughters. She often wore her Size 5 bright green sandals. She also enjoyed knitting, baking and drinking root beer floats.
She always kept what she called her squirrel money, which was a little bit left over from the housekeeping. She often slipped an extra $10 into the greeting cards that her husband bought for everyone.
She was the first adult to treat me, her eldest granddaughter, as anything other than a little kid, and that meant so much to me. I lived three houses away from her, and we shared a special confidence, watching 'Wheel of Fortune' together most summer mornings. We both made a big deal over the fact that I graduated from high school exactly 50 years to the day after her. In her honor, my confirmation name is Elizabeth, and my daughter's middle name is Marie.
She was proud to have retained her registered nurse (RN) status throughout her life. Marie was a caregiver for her family and friends as well as for the community. Quite a few of her extended family spent the remaining days of their lives being comforted in her home.
Like many nurses, Marie smoked for 40 years and finally quit about five years before her death. It wasn't soon enough. As she was undergoing some treatment for diabetic complications, the doctors discovered lung cancer. She quickly succumbed.
Her death was unexpected, and she is dearly missed.
She graduated from Lambertville High School on June 12, 1931. Like her older sister Kitty, she then trained as a nurse. Marie attended the St. Francis School of Nursing in Trenton, Mercer Co., New Jersey. They were the first two in the family to get advanced eduation.
The trainee nurses used to get the worst jobs in the hospital. The 4'11½" Marie was once asked to take the amputated leg of a very tall man from the operating theater to the morgue. On her way downstairs, an orderly asked her, "Whatcha got there, Marie, leg o' lamb?" She replied, "No, leg o' man!" She was always proud of her quick retort, but she felt guilty, so she gave the patient extra special care in the ward. As he was going home, he presented her with a box of chocolates for treating him so well. Then she really felt guilty! She shared the chocolate with her fellow student nurses, and they all enjoyed a rare treat.
Marie married Harry Kitchen Shoudt on July 4, 1936 in a double wedding ceremony with her brother John Gordon Reid and his fiancée Evelyn Beck. It was a good, supportive marriage that lasted for 54 years.
Marie resided in Milford all of her married life. A Roman Catholic, she was one of the foundation members of St. Edward the Confessor Church in Milford. Her confirmation name was Elizabeth.
She was the mother of three. Her daughter Robin has since passed away. Marie was also the beloved grandmother of five grand- daughters and a deceased grandson Bobby, and she was the great-grandmother of six, whom she would loved to have met. She would have been the best great-nana.
Marie loved to shop, and it gave her great pleasure to buy new outfits for her grand- daughters. She often wore her Size 5 bright green sandals. She also enjoyed knitting, baking and drinking root beer floats.
She always kept what she called her squirrel money, which was a little bit left over from the housekeeping. She often slipped an extra $10 into the greeting cards that her husband bought for everyone.
She was the first adult to treat me, her eldest granddaughter, as anything other than a little kid, and that meant so much to me. I lived three houses away from her, and we shared a special confidence, watching 'Wheel of Fortune' together most summer mornings. We both made a big deal over the fact that I graduated from high school exactly 50 years to the day after her. In her honor, my confirmation name is Elizabeth, and my daughter's middle name is Marie.
She was proud to have retained her registered nurse (RN) status throughout her life. Marie was a caregiver for her family and friends as well as for the community. Quite a few of her extended family spent the remaining days of their lives being comforted in her home.
Like many nurses, Marie smoked for 40 years and finally quit about five years before her death. It wasn't soon enough. As she was undergoing some treatment for diabetic complications, the doctors discovered lung cancer. She quickly succumbed.
Her death was unexpected, and she is dearly missed.
Marie was the youngest of four children of Gordon Davidson Reid and Mary Masterson Reid. She grew up in Lambertville. She was a very sensitive child. One of the nuns at her primary school once said, "Somebody run and get a bucket, Marie's crying again."
She graduated from Lambertville High School on June 12, 1931. Like her older sister Kitty, she then trained as a nurse. Marie attended the St. Francis School of Nursing in Trenton, Mercer Co., New Jersey. They were the first two in the family to get advanced eduation.
The trainee nurses used to get the worst jobs in the hospital. The 4'11½" Marie was once asked to take the amputated leg of a very tall man from the operating theater to the morgue. On her way downstairs, an orderly asked her, "Whatcha got there, Marie, leg o' lamb?" She replied, "No, leg o' man!" She was always proud of her quick retort, but she felt guilty, so she gave the patient extra special care in the ward. As he was going home, he presented her with a box of chocolates for treating him so well. Then she really felt guilty! She shared the chocolate with her fellow student nurses, and they all enjoyed a rare treat.
Marie married Harry Kitchen Shoudt on July 4, 1936 in a double wedding ceremony with her brother John Gordon Reid and his fiancée Evelyn Beck. It was a good, supportive marriage that lasted for 54 years.
Marie resided in Milford all of her married life. A Roman Catholic, she was one of the foundation members of St. Edward the Confessor Church in Milford. Her confirmation name was Elizabeth.
She was the mother of three. Her daughter Robin has since passed away. Marie was also the beloved grandmother of five grand- daughters and a deceased grandson Bobby, and she was the great-grandmother of six, whom she would loved to have met. She would have been the best great-nana.
Marie loved to shop, and it gave her great pleasure to buy new outfits for her grand- daughters. She often wore her Size 5 bright green sandals. She also enjoyed knitting, baking and drinking root beer floats.
She always kept what she called her squirrel money, which was a little bit left over from the housekeeping. She often slipped an extra $10 into the greeting cards that her husband bought for everyone.
She was the first adult to treat me, her eldest granddaughter, as anything other than a little kid, and that meant so much to me. I lived three houses away from her, and we shared a special confidence, watching 'Wheel of Fortune' together most summer mornings. We both made a big deal over the fact that I graduated from high school exactly 50 years to the day after her. In her honor, my confirmation name is Elizabeth, and my daughter's middle name is Marie.
She was proud to have retained her registered nurse (RN) status throughout her life. Marie was a caregiver for her family and friends as well as for the community. Quite a few of her extended family spent the remaining days of their lives being comforted in her home.
Like many nurses, Marie smoked for 40 years and finally quit about five years before her death. It wasn't soon enough. As she was undergoing some treatment for diabetic complications, the doctors discovered lung cancer. She quickly succumbed.
Her death was unexpected, and she is dearly missed.
She graduated from Lambertville High School on June 12, 1931. Like her older sister Kitty, she then trained as a nurse. Marie attended the St. Francis School of Nursing in Trenton, Mercer Co., New Jersey. They were the first two in the family to get advanced eduation.
The trainee nurses used to get the worst jobs in the hospital. The 4'11½" Marie was once asked to take the amputated leg of a very tall man from the operating theater to the morgue. On her way downstairs, an orderly asked her, "Whatcha got there, Marie, leg o' lamb?" She replied, "No, leg o' man!" She was always proud of her quick retort, but she felt guilty, so she gave the patient extra special care in the ward. As he was going home, he presented her with a box of chocolates for treating him so well. Then she really felt guilty! She shared the chocolate with her fellow student nurses, and they all enjoyed a rare treat.
Marie married Harry Kitchen Shoudt on July 4, 1936 in a double wedding ceremony with her brother John Gordon Reid and his fiancée Evelyn Beck. It was a good, supportive marriage that lasted for 54 years.
Marie resided in Milford all of her married life. A Roman Catholic, she was one of the foundation members of St. Edward the Confessor Church in Milford. Her confirmation name was Elizabeth.
She was the mother of three. Her daughter Robin has since passed away. Marie was also the beloved grandmother of five grand- daughters and a deceased grandson Bobby, and she was the great-grandmother of six, whom she would loved to have met. She would have been the best great-nana.
Marie loved to shop, and it gave her great pleasure to buy new outfits for her grand- daughters. She often wore her Size 5 bright green sandals. She also enjoyed knitting, baking and drinking root beer floats.
She always kept what she called her squirrel money, which was a little bit left over from the housekeeping. She often slipped an extra $10 into the greeting cards that her husband bought for everyone.
She was the first adult to treat me, her eldest granddaughter, as anything other than a little kid, and that meant so much to me. I lived three houses away from her, and we shared a special confidence, watching 'Wheel of Fortune' together most summer mornings. We both made a big deal over the fact that I graduated from high school exactly 50 years to the day after her. In her honor, my confirmation name is Elizabeth, and my daughter's middle name is Marie.
She was proud to have retained her registered nurse (RN) status throughout her life. Marie was a caregiver for her family and friends as well as for the community. Quite a few of her extended family spent the remaining days of their lives being comforted in her home.
Like many nurses, Marie smoked for 40 years and finally quit about five years before her death. It wasn't soon enough. As she was undergoing some treatment for diabetic complications, the doctors discovered lung cancer. She quickly succumbed.
Her death was unexpected, and she is dearly missed.
