Margaret Haws December 9, 1937 – May 23, 2017 (Age 79)
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Margaret Ann was born on December 9, 1937, the youngest of three children, to Marcella and Arthur Sixberry in Casper Wyoming. When she was 3 years old, her family moved to Bremerton, where her Dad worked in the shipyard. Summers often were spent back in Casper at her grandparent’s. The Kerr Ranch was a riding stable.
After graduating from Bremerton High School in 1955, at the age of 17, she got her first paying job in downtown Seattle at the Texaco Gas & Oil Company in the credit department. During this time, she became roommates with lifelong friends Donna, Shirley, and Ruth.
At 19 she was married, and over the next 5 years had two children, Jeff and Jennifer (Hovik), who survive her today.
She later moved to Boise Idaho, where she lived for a short time before moving to West Seattle. She had deep roots in that community for 36 years through both Holy Rosary, and many business connections.
In 1967 her brother Bob tragically passed at the age of 33. She mourned this loss greatly. A year later her brother-in-law died, which brought her older sister, Pat Stewart, to relocate in Seabeck. They had many years together until her passing.
After her divorce in 1970, she became the iconic, dedicated single mother, working hard to raise and protect her children in a time where women were underpaid and discriminated against. As a matter of fact in 1972 she put a bid on her own home under M. A. Haws. When they found out she was a divorced woman, the Bank was not going to let her have it until a loving friend at the Bank intervened. Margaret has always been an advocate for equal rights because she took the brunt of the lack of equality.
Blessings continued as soon, she was working for Olympic Pipe and Fabrication, and became the Office Manager, though, she was so much more than that. She was treated very well and retired from there.
She moved to Port Orchard, WA in 1996. A year after that her daughter, Jennifer, moved in the same development, with her family. That’s when Margaret became the grandmother we all dream off, just two blocks away, to love and adore Kate and Sami. She met them after school, and helped them become the young women they are today. Because of her, they can set a proper table, sew, clip coupons, make Valentine’s cookies, and much more.
She was an excellent cook and baker, and created picture perfect meals, and tables, for every family meal, especially for holidays. She was the original “Martha”, before there was a Martha Stewart. She decorated unbelievable cakes like Rockets, trains, lambs, and the greatest masterpiece of all… Jennifer and David’s wedding cake.
Over the years, she did many crafts, from tole painting to sewing, but she shined at quilting. She later embraced technology with the purchase of an embroidery machine. Where well this happened – the entire family in matching red embroidered tee-shits. She knew how to make family memories.
She enjoyed her trips to Oregon, because everything from produce, art, and even the air were “just better in Oregon”. For years she was convinced that Sunset Magazine was following her travels. Everytime she went to some out of the way place in Washington or Oregon, weeks later Sunset Magazine would publish a story about that same place. One day they actually caught up with her on a story about Coupeville.
For the last 15 years she has been the #1 fan of Lyrica Ladies Choral Ensemble of Puget Sound as her daughter is a member. She frequently joined the ladies on Summer Tours. So it’s no wonder that Lyrica sang at her funeral. She will be missed by all.
At her essence, she deeply loved her family, was a person of integrity, a protector of her children despite the stigma of divorce in the 70’s, knew how to laugh, and was a woman way ahead of her time. In the final years she made sure her granddaughters heard the stories of discrimination against women so they don’t tolerate it one bit. She is a symbol of endurance and strength in their (our) lives.