Marjorie Lee Strader

Cont'd. Marjorie´s years in Boise were also filled with wonderful times with friends and a wide variety of activities. She was an avid gardener and an active member of the Boise Garden Club. Marjorie and James enjoyed square dancing throughout their lives Ð actively participating in square dance clubs in Boise, as well as with the Hanau Hayseeds in Hanau, Germany, and the Black Cats in Frankfurt, Germany. They were avid bowlers and were regulars in a Treasure Valley bowling league. Marjorie was an exceptional cook and baker and enjoyed painting in acrylics, oils and watercolors. She took great joy in sharing this love of painting with her grandchildren and engaged them in painting at an early age. She is survived by her son Edward Strader and his wife Jan of Nampa, Idaho, her daughter Marilyn and her husband Richard Shaw of Vancouver, Wash., her son Joseph and his wife Cynthia Strader of Nampa, Idaho, and her daughter Carolyn Strader of Boise, Idaho and her partner Ed Shimmson. Marjorie is also survived by seven grandchildren and two great-grandchildren that she loved immensely. Her grandchildren are Susan Strader of Nampa, Idaho, Jeremy Shaw of Sandy, Ore., Stephanie Shaw of Vancouver, Wash., Christopher Strader of Brooklyn, N.Y., Michael Strader of Boise, Idaho, Kimberly Strader of Boise, Idaho and La´au Castro of Honolulu, Hawaii. Marjorie is preceded in death by her husband, James H. Strader, her mother Olive Oveson Stump and father Dick Frederick Stump, her foster parents Lou and Margaret Woodmansee, her brother Dick Stump of Orlando, Florida and her sister Thelma Gumingo, of Minneapolis, Minn. Marjorie was a devout Catholic throughout her life. A vigil will be held on Monday, Dec. 18, 2006 at 7 p.m. at Cloverdale Funeral Home and a celebration of life ceremony is scheduled on Tuesday, Dec. 19, 2006 at 10:30 a.m. at St. Mark´s Catholic Community, where she was an active member during her years in Boise. Internment will be at Cloverdale Funeral home. Reception to follow. Take my hand blessed mother; hold me firmly lest I fall. I grow nervous while walking, so humbly on thee I call. Guide me over every crossing; Watch me when I am on the stairs, Let me know you are beside me, Listen to my fervent prayer! Bring me to my destination, safely along the way, Bless my every undertaking and my duties for the day, When evening creeps upon me, I will never feel alone, Take my hand and, Blessed Mother, lead me home.