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William Marcy

Clifton, New Jersey

Age 90

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DIED
August 13, 2020
AGE
90
LOCATION
Clifton, New Jersey

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William Marcy William Marcy passed away at home on Aug. 9, 2020 at the age of 90. He was born in North Bergen, N.J. to Paul and Martha Marcy(nee Blohm) and lived most of his life in Wayne and Pompton Plains, N.J. He attended Pompton Lakes High School and Paterson State College(now William...

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Dad, I can hardly believe it has been two years since you passed. Our world has changed in so many ways since then. Sometimes I wonder what you and Mom would say, or think about the way things are and what insight you would offer. I often remember your advice to me, the times we spent together and the adventures we had. I would say that we had lots of good times together. I want to thank you for the life you gave to me. My life has been filled with fond memories and I am lucky to have had you...

William Marcy definitely ahead of his time aka the Quaker I met bill I was 18 years old and lost I alway loved the automobile business so I answered an add 6 dollars hour to sell cars image that. But what I did get from bill is an college education on life. Not only did he truly teach me the business but who knew how to talk to people. I truly am blessed to have met him at that point of my life for. As lost as I was. He made me a leader there was something he said to me that I have taught my...

August 13, 2020

What a sad day it is when my sister called me from New Jersey to tell me that my foster Dad has passed away. I came to the US in 1987 and Bill Marcy and his wife Sally Marcy took my sister and I in as a foster children. I can remember when we arrived at the airport and stepped on the American land. They asked us if we were hungry and we said yes. So Dad got us Burger King. Funny thing was we did not know how to eat a burger. So dad ended up eating both of our...

My father and I had a strong bond. I can remember as a young boy that I wanted to be with him, go with him everywhere he went and do what he was doing. When I was eight years old, my father and Uncle Rudy opened a used car lot in Little Ferry, NJ, I was in my glory. I spent every vacation day, every Saturday and my entire summer at the lot, with my Dad. When I started getting paid in 1970, my father gave me words to live by and fifty cents an hour. He informed me that since I was the son of...