Mary Elizabeth Pennypacker
Date of Birth: January 20, 1922
Date of Death: July 1, 2019
Mary Elizabeth Winfrey Frederick Pennypacker, 97, of Huntington, passed away Monday, July 1, 2019 at Cabell Health Care Center. Graveside burial rites will be conducted at 10 A.M. Friday, July 5, 2019 at Woodmere Cemetery by Monsignor Dean G. Borgmeyer. Mary was born January 20, 1922 in Huntington, daughter of Clarence Warren Winfrey and Emma Helton Winfrey. She was preceded in death by her husband Granville Owings “Penny” Pennypacker and by her son John Warren Frederick, and one granddaughter Michelle Frederick. Also preceding her in death were three sisters: Evelyn Louise Winfrey, Helen Thomas Winfrey Booton, and Mildred Hope Winfrey Spurrier. Mary is survived by one daughter, Carole Frederick Marcum; grandsons Christopher David Marcum and Kevin Granville Andrew Marcum; John Mark Frederick and Shawn Denver Frederick; granddaughter Lisa Dawn Marcum; great-grandsons Michael-James MaShawn Morton and Landyn Frederick and great-granddaughters Alina Frederick, Sabrina Marcum and Rebecca Marcum. Also surviving are several nieces and nephews and their children. Mary worked in Huntington at Huntington Dry Goods, WSAZ-TV, and lastly for Polan Industries as executive secretary to Dr. L. M. Polan for nearly forty years. The family would like to extend their gratitude to Cabell Health Care Center for their gentle care for Mary Pennypacker during her final years, as well as to Hospice for their kind assistance during her final weeks. There will be no visitation. In lieu of flowers, please donate to a charity of your choice.
From: Christopher Marcum Jul 2 2019 11:53PM Of my six Grandparents (there was a divorce with 2 re-marriages), I was fortunate enough to know 5 of them as I grew from a child to a man. Three, of these five passed before I was 17 and one when I was 26 and in Basic Training at Fort Knox, Ky. My memories of them were what one would expect from that of a boy, teenager and young man.
The last, Mary Elizabeth Pennypacker, my Mother's Mother, I knew very well. Mary, or the more fitting sobriquet "Nan-Nan" as we Grandchildren always addressed her, was a unique creature to me...kind, eccentric and always full of adoration for a Grandson who did what he could to give her worthy topics for proud discussion amongst her friends and other family. I did everything I possibly could, sometimes beyond reason, to make her always feel important and relevant...always from love, mostly from necessity and occasionally just for no other reason then to make her smile. She had a unique way of displaying her joy, and I always tried to drag it out of her...her joy gave me joy, simple as that.
I have many memories of Nan-Nan, too many to share in this forum, but there is one particular that stands above them all. It's a simple one, nothing dramatic or earth shattering, but important enough to me to share with any who may find themself reading my brief mention of my Grandmother.
Life is continuous string of lessons, most we retain, some become lost over time only to be rediscovered and then there are those that stand out. In this instance, my memory to share of Nan-Nan is that of a lesson.
I was a boy, age is uncertain, I would venture a guess of 8-10 years old. One evening, Nan-Nan took my Brother Kevin and I shopping at one of the finer department stores in Huntington, WV....Stone & Thomas. It was a surviving retail remnant of Huntington's once grand and more prosperous days and, as I recall, it was a rare occasion that we were afforded the opportunity to have a say in selecting some clothes that would, most likely be bought for school or some affair where "proper" attire would be required. It was a well known fact that Brother Kevin and I lived our lives in grass and dirt, playing care-free at every convenience....boys after all.
As memory serves, we were each given an opportunity to select something unnecessary, a toy or some other trinket. Being a fine store, the selection was seemingly endless...and I'm sure there was a dollar limit to the afforded gift to be selected. Having said that, I recall telling Nan-Nan of all the things that caught my attention and which ones I wanted. I remember saying "I want this one" or "I want that one"....ect-ect...or something to that extent, knowing full and well that there was only going to be one extra goodie in addition to boring nice clothes. Essentially behaving like I had just been given a golden ticket. Looking back, I must have put on a public display that somehow made Nan-Nan uncomfortable or had embarrassed her and she felt compelled to address that behavior once we had exited the store.
Having stepped out of the store, my Grandmother stopped and asked for my attention...looking back, I'm surprised I recognized what she was asking and something inside of me must have said I'd better give it to her. Having done so, Nan-Nan, in her own subtle way, calmly and dignifyingly (Mother, I think you will understand what I mean by that) gave me a piece of her mind in regards to the "I want..." show I had just publicly displayed moments before. That part I remember somewhat accurately. But the point of all this verbosity is the lesson she imparted to me after the beratement. My Grandmother taught me the very simple lesson of manner's and how to communicate a desire or wish without sounding like a heathen. She made it clear to me that saying "I want this or that" was a rude and less than dignified way of expressing desire. The alternative she shared with me was "May I please have..." or "I would like have..." and some how, some way, that lesson remains with me today. Whenever I ask for something, whenever I express a desire or want, I always incorporate the appropriate and mannerful alternatives she offered me that day, or a derivative thereof. It has just stuck with me all these years.
A week ago today, I had my last interaction with Nan-Nan on a visit to her with my Mother. When I sat with her, holding her hand and chatting, it was a rare lucid moment where she carried a conversation well and her memory served her favorably. Within that final exchange, she commented, as she often did, how polite I was and how happy it made her that I possessed good manners...I reminded her of that day, so many years in the past, of the lesson of manners she gave me on the sidewalk outside of the old department store. I told her, it is one of my strongest memories of my childhood. She stated she was happy she had done so because she had always made notice of it. She smiled and squeezed my fingers a little more as we finished our exchange of this memory.
Looking back a week now, I'm so incredibly happy to know my last communication with the only Grandparent I have known as an adult, was of this memory...how many souls in this World never get that opportunity?
Mary Elizabeth Pennypacker, my Mother's Mother, my Grandmother...Nan-Nan...ascended to Heaven early morning on Monday July 1st, 2019...she has left behind a grateful Grandson who owes one part of his disposition to her that is reflected back to him on a daily basis in the smiles of family, friends and strangers alike. Thank you Nan-Nan, I love you
From: Tom Jul 17 2019 2:27PM Hello - I'm the producer of the annual In Memoriam video for the Ohio Valley Regional Emmy Awards; I hope I am looking for a good high-resolution photo of Mary for inclusion in this year’s In Memoriam video; since she worked for WTAP, which is in the Ohio Valley Chapter & thus she merits recognition & inclusion in this year's video, which will be produced for the 2019 regional Emmy ceremony in August You can reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Thank you for your time & my condolences for your loss.
Lastly, what was her role at WTAP?