Mrs. Margrette George passed away on April 6, 2014 at the age of 95. Margrette was born in Portland, Tennessee. As a young woman she moved to Nashville finding employment in a florist. Later she worked for a printing company operating one of the big printing presses. The other operators of the large presses were all men. When they would kid her about it, her answer was “It is all in a day’s work.” While in Nashville she met Jessie Edward George, she called him Ed. Upon marrying Ed, her home became one of the most beautiful home sites in all of Mt Juliet. Just off Nonaville Road was a beautiful knoll with an authentic log home nestled under majestic trees revealing the finger prints of a Mighty God. This was all colored by carefully maintained flowers and vegetable gardens. Visiting this home was almost like receiving a gift of tranquility. This farm had originally belonged to Ed’s parents. In 1941, it was so far out in the country that when Margrette moved from Nashville to the countryside she said to herself, “What have I gotten myself into. I might just go buy a home on Trinity Lane.” But she grew to love dearly her home in Mt Juliet.
Margrette has been described as a very smart lady, passionate, generous, well organized, industrious and nurturing. She loved to work in her flowers, vegetable garden, and especially her blackberries. Even in her last few days she still was talking about her blackberries. She loved to sit in her front yard swing listening to the peaceful sounds of nature. She would say, “Just listen.” Years ago, she loved to sew her granddaughters dresses. She loved those girls deeply.
Margrette was a child of God. She passed knowledge of God down to her grandchildren also. She helped them learn of her Lord. Tracie Ferguson, one of her granddaughters, tells of “Memaw” taking her to church every Sunday when she was little. The girls would walk up to her house. Margrette would dress them and off they would go. Tracie pulls from this faith as she speaks of her grandmother’s departure; “She was a Christian. This is a time we can be happy. She is new again. She will have hands that will not be bent or shake. She and we can have peace and joy.” What a blessing to have such faith and hope. Tracie was good to serve her grandmother until the end. To all Margrette’s family we extend our deep sympathy and prayers. We loved her and miss her.
One of the last concerns Margrette addressed was “I need to go home and pick my blackberries.” By faith we believe she went home!
Written by David Shannon