Marion Rush Swayze

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Marion Rush Swayze

Birth
Death
28 May 1995 (aged 49)
Burial
Jackson, Hinds County, Mississippi, USA Add to Map
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"I met Rush in 1974. He sang bass in a chamber choir that JoAnn conducted with Wes McAfee, and sometimes I sang with them as well. Later that year, I moved to Brooklyn to JoAnn's brownstone on Lincoln Place. Rush was a neighbor and eventually, we both began to sing every Sunday in JoAnn's church choir. Meanwhile, the inside and outside of the brownstone began to go through major renovations. Rush tried to chronicle some of the changes by taking photos of our work. I am fortunate to have some of these photos and I have brought a few today to share with you.

"Rush was a man who could entertain himself, three cats and anyone else present for hours, by the careful placement of a red sock amid the various green components of a 30 by 90 foot Brooklyn back-yard. The red sock would appear around the neck of Amy (the calico cat), hanging on the shiny green leaves of the 100-plus year old, four-story-high pear tree, on the stump of the big Ilanthus tree, next to a frosty mug of Miller beer, in the tomato plants...you name it."

from a eulogy by Ruthie McGonagil
"I met Rush in 1974. He sang bass in a chamber choir that JoAnn conducted with Wes McAfee, and sometimes I sang with them as well. Later that year, I moved to Brooklyn to JoAnn's brownstone on Lincoln Place. Rush was a neighbor and eventually, we both began to sing every Sunday in JoAnn's church choir. Meanwhile, the inside and outside of the brownstone began to go through major renovations. Rush tried to chronicle some of the changes by taking photos of our work. I am fortunate to have some of these photos and I have brought a few today to share with you.

"Rush was a man who could entertain himself, three cats and anyone else present for hours, by the careful placement of a red sock amid the various green components of a 30 by 90 foot Brooklyn back-yard. The red sock would appear around the neck of Amy (the calico cat), hanging on the shiny green leaves of the 100-plus year old, four-story-high pear tree, on the stump of the big Ilanthus tree, next to a frosty mug of Miller beer, in the tomato plants...you name it."

from a eulogy by Ruthie McGonagil