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Margaret M. "Maggie" Roberts

Springfield, Massachusetts

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Margaret M. Roberts 1929 - 2011 CHICOPEE - Margaret "Maggie" Mary (Babineau) Roberts, 82, passed away on Saturday, December 10th in Lakewood, CA. Born in Chicopee to the late Edmund and Mary (Des Roche) Babineau, she was a longtime Chicopee resident. Maggie was a 1947 graduate of Chicopee High...

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Dear Grandma,
Please know how we both regret not being able to honor your memory with the rest of our family yesterday. Ben was more like a son to you than anything. You helped mold him and make him a good soldier, friend, and my husband. I personally owe you a debt of thanks for your strong influence on him.
While I stayed with you, I felt like I was accepted and your love was sincere toward me. You are like the Grandma I never really had.

You had a great impression on...

Keith & Kenny, your mom was a kind, gentle and generous person. She will be greatly missed and I will cherish all the memories of her. May she be at peace now with your dad & Kevin. Donna Potvin Stratton

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I was always so grateful for all that Mrs. Roberts did for my grandmother who lived across Frontenac St. If there is anything your family needs in your time of sorrow please don't hesitate to knock on the door across the street.

keith and kenny, my deepest sympathy to you both in your terrible loss. Your mother touched my life and i have manyfond memories of summer nights spent in the strawberry patch eating strawberries and laughing . i also spend some memorable times picking blueberries too. she was the reason my kids got to attend chic high. The last time I saw her i drove her and my mother to see tony bennett at mohegan sun. I tried to thank her for her generosity and sent my mother and your mother to see the dan...

Keith and Kenny,I am sorry to hear about your mom. She was like an Aunt to me. We had a lot of special talks and laughs. My prayers are with her and your family.

Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently,...