Margaret Ingram

I knew Margaret as Aunt Mag. I am her eldest niece. I've been trying to sort through my thoughts and feelings about her life. These are some things I remember about her.

When I was 5:
Seeing her run around laughing with Uncle Tim. Much later I learned that around that time they had painted our childhood tiny-sized table with a sun on it. I loved that table.

Going to her house in College Station and it was elegant, with big windows and a bright green yard. Her huge dog...

I met Margaret at the council as well. We were friends and neighbors for many years and we were in book club together. She welcomed me to Texas and was one of the first people I connected with here in Austin. I valued her kindness, intelligence, skill and wit. I will miss hearing her wonderful voice, her thoughtful insights and her laughter. She made my world richer and I am glad to have known her.

I worked with Margaret (MI at TLC) for many years. She had a wicked sense of humor and was a good friend. Margaret was interested in my graduate thesis and offered to read it, over and over, and her input and revisions were so valuable to my work. She also continued to bring us ice cream long after her retirement! We will miss her.

I worked with Margaret for many years at the Texas Legislative Council. She was so kind and helpful. Always available to answer questions, of which I had many. Her smile could light up a room. She will be greatly missed.
JLC

I met Margaret in 1990. She introduced me to, among many other things, the Pedernales River at Johnson City, Monhegan Island off the coast of Maine, the music of Sidney Bechet, the Aubrey-Maturin novels of Patrick O'Brian, and Myers's Dark. She had a singular sense of style, a sense that prompted my husband, Eric, and I to christen a palette "Margaret Colors" and a playlist "Saturday Night at the River." She taught me to love language and to recognize and be wary of patriarchy. She stood...

I met Margaret in 1990 when I started working at the Texas Legislative Council. The council had hired more attorneys than it had offices for, so I was put in Margaret's office while she was vacationing in Italy. "Don't touch anything!," they warned me.
Margaret came back to work earlier than expected and was surprised to see a strange guy sitting at her desk.
Despite that awkward beginning, we became good friends, sharing movies, music and books. My husband Les and I had many...