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Margaret E. Hilgart

Phoenix, Arizona

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Hilgart, Margaret E. Margaret E. Hilgart died on April 8, 2011 in Peoria, AZ. She was born in Chicago, IL on Sept. 8, 1924. Her first husband was Bob Egner and after his passing she married Leonard (Bud) Hilgart in 1960. Bud preceded her in death in 1997. She lived in Chicago,...

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Dear Tommy and Kathy,
I'm sure you don't remember me but we were children together. Bud and your Mom, Ann were my parents dear friends, Mae and Joe Quinn. I am their daughter Pat and I remember you both well. I was a few years older than you both. Our families took vacations together and I remember you, Tom had an alter in your bedroom as you were religious. I loved your Mom and Dad. Then your Dad married Peg and our family thought the world of her. Your gramma Mrs. Hilgart, and...

Tom and Kathy,
Both of you, and the entire extended family, are in our thoughts. Aunt Peggy's honesty, perserverence, sense of humor, joy of life and unrelenting kindness will remain with us always as an example of life well lived.

Burke sisters: Peggy, Nancy, and Barbara with Carroll 1982

Dear Kathleen and Tom,

We are deeply saddened by the news of our Aunt Peggy's passing. We will always hold her fondly in our hearts and treasure the memories of her lively presense in our lives-- the long phone conversations with Mom, Barb, Patsy, and us. We'll always remember the sparkle in her eyes and her hearty laugh and the way she told it like it is. We still hang her handmade Christmas bags on the mantle, and will keep that tradition going for our kids. She was skilled...

Peggy, Nancy, Barbara, with niece Carroll wearing Peggy's wedding gown 1982

Dear Kathy and Tom,

My most sincere condolences on the loss of your mother. Aunt Peg was such a kind, caring, loving woman. Thank you for the kindness of remembering us in this obituary. She was such a special woman in our lives. The list of memories is so long and so rich.

I can still hear her voice in my head. the many rich textures of it. The gentle story teller of the family history, the times her Irish brogue would break through, her firm but caring voice when we...