Margaret B.-McMahon-Obituary

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Margaret B. McMahon

Utopia, Texas

Jan 22, 1952 – Apr 30, 2020 (Age 68)

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BORN
January 22, 1952
DIED
April 30, 2020
AGE
68
LOCATION
Utopia, Texas

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Porter Loring Mortuary McCullough Obituary

Margaret Bowman McMahon, 68, passed away surrounded by her family on Thursday, April 30, 2020 on her family ranch. She was born on January 11, 1952 in San Antonio to Ruth McLean and Jack Tibaut Bowman. Margaret attended Saint Mary's Hall, then went to Grier School in Pennsylvania her freshman...

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Having only known her son, Bowman, who is one of the best people I had the fortune to meet in my life, I have to imagine that she was a great person full of compassion and warmth.

I am sure she is leaving the world a better place than when she arrived here and that her absence will be missed by everyone fortunate enough to have known her.

My deepest condolences go to the entire family.

Jamie--I will always remember the staunch support that you and Margaret gave to your employees and to the land. Although we worked together only a couple of times over the years, Margaret was someone i always recalled. Take care of yourself. Nancy Taylor Shivers

Jamie, Corrie, Bowman and Shaw, our heart breaks to hear of Margaret's passing. We have such fond memories of all of the years associated with her and her ranching endeavors. We will always treasure her friendship and the way she made us feel like we were one of the family. Thoughts and prayers to all of you at this time. Kenny and Kay Oliphant

Margaret's passing brings a sadness too often felt in this day and time. Fond young memories with Margaret & Jeannie Donnell. Whenever I would see Margaret on her rare visits into SA, it was as if no time had passed between old childhood friends. She was her own person...and true to her heart. Rest in peace dear Margaret.

I am so very sad to learn of the passing of my dearest high school friend. What a perfect picture of her. She was the kindest, gentlest, most modest person. I regret not having been in touch with her lately and will hold warm memories of her in my heart always. I will never forget my visit to Paint Creek when I was 13. Mogie driving across a creek when picking up her roommate Siggy and me, riding and falling onto a cactus; in our nightgowns searching by moonlight on horseback for the...