Leslie Bradshaw
I named my baby sister. A high school friend had Micki written across the front of her cheerleading uniform. I told mom how cute I thought it was and she agreed. But, she didn’t know how to spell Michelle so we ended up with Michele with one L. I was 17 and shortly thereafter graduated high school and moved away. Two years later, I had my own child, Lisa, who became Micki’s biggest fan and follower.
Micki had a heart as big as her smile. She opened up her clubhouse to host Barry’s 40th birthday party and Lisa’s college graduation party. Later, she and Michelle opened their home to host the family for thanksgiving dinners. I’m sure my grandchildren have fonder memories of thanksgiving than Lisa claims she and Micki had eating dinner in the cold in the little blue pinto.
When Michele and Michelle got married, I was the supportive sister reading I Corinthians “Love is patient.....” etc., but I went a step further and accompanied them on their honeymoon. Along with 18 other Guthrie clansmen.
Micki was instrumental in my going to college in my 50s. She was a TA teaching English Lit and one of the first to incorporate computers into the classroom. She encouraged me and helped me navigate the system. I loved her class and would visit her during office hours where she would mentor me, advise me, help me edit papers and talk for hours.
Over the years, Micki made and gave away so many beautiful things. Tapestries, glassworks, ornaments, my prized journal. Everything done beautifully and filled with her spirit. She started doing portraits and they are hauntingly beautiful, as well as bright and colorful. I have two of them hanging in my living room and they are stunning.
She was my sister but mostly she was my friend. She was so brilliant and well read that discussing ideas with her was an absolute delight, although we shared a fear of ending up as ditzy as our mom. When mom died, Micki went to the hospital and sat with her body until the coroner came, some 7 or 8 hours later. I often wondered what they talked about and what they are talking about today. Rest In Peace Michele with one L. I love you.
Micki had a heart as big as her smile. She opened up her clubhouse to host Barry’s 40th birthday party and Lisa’s college graduation party. Later, she and Michelle opened their home to host the family for thanksgiving dinners. I’m sure my grandchildren have fonder memories of thanksgiving than Lisa claims she and Micki had eating dinner in the cold in the little blue pinto.
When Michele and Michelle got married, I was the supportive sister reading I Corinthians “Love is patient.....” etc., but I went a step further and accompanied them on their honeymoon. Along with 18 other Guthrie clansmen.
Micki was instrumental in my going to college in my 50s. She was a TA teaching English Lit and one of the first to incorporate computers into the classroom. She encouraged me and helped me navigate the system. I loved her class and would visit her during office hours where she would mentor me, advise me, help me edit papers and talk for hours.
Over the years, Micki made and gave away so many beautiful things. Tapestries, glassworks, ornaments, my prized journal. Everything done beautifully and filled with her spirit. She started doing portraits and they are hauntingly beautiful, as well as bright and colorful. I have two of them hanging in my living room and they are stunning.
She was my sister but mostly she was my friend. She was so brilliant and well read that discussing ideas with her was an absolute delight, although we shared a fear of ending up as ditzy as our mom. When mom died, Micki went to the hospital and sat with her body until the coroner came, some 7 or 8 hours later. I often wondered what they talked about and what they are talking about today. Rest In Peace Michele with one L. I love you.
Melinda Gordon
It takes a minute to find a special friend an hour to appreciate them a day to love them but it takes an entire lifetime to forget them!
I met Micki in 1973 in junior high that’s when you really begin to form those long lasting loving relationships with friends, there were four of us all blonde and blue-eyed and we were force to be reckoned with walking down the hallways of junior high. for two years the “blondes” pretty much hung out every weekend we had a lot of good memorable times. high school we went our separate ways so we lost touch but alas Facebook was born and 35 years later December 29, 2011 me and Micki connected again . we chatted online shared our pictures and stories of our lives since junior high all the while talking about the blondes meeting for lunch or happy hour REAL SOON. well my friends, sad to say it took until December 8,2018 until I got to see Micki face-to-face her smile beautiful soul and bubbly self just as I remember in junior high I hugged her like there was no tomorrow, little did I know I was only to get one more chance for another hug on January 11, 2019 Micki a light like yours can’t be put out we didn’t get to say goodbye it broke my heart to lose you but you didn’t go alone for part of me went with you the day you were called home. Rest In Peace, I love you dearly !! Margaret Turner, Tracy Valentine, Micki, Sue Turn.
I met Micki in 1973 in junior high that’s when you really begin to form those long lasting loving relationships with friends, there were four of us all blonde and blue-eyed and we were force to be reckoned with walking down the hallways of junior high. for two years the “blondes” pretty much hung out every weekend we had a lot of good memorable times. high school we went our separate ways so we lost touch but alas Facebook was born and 35 years later December 29, 2011 me and Micki connected again . we chatted online shared our pictures and stories of our lives since junior high all the while talking about the blondes meeting for lunch or happy hour REAL SOON. well my friends, sad to say it took until December 8,2018 until I got to see Micki face-to-face her smile beautiful soul and bubbly self just as I remember in junior high I hugged her like there was no tomorrow, little did I know I was only to get one more chance for another hug on January 11, 2019 Micki a light like yours can’t be put out we didn’t get to say goodbye it broke my heart to lose you but you didn’t go alone for part of me went with you the day you were called home. Rest In Peace, I love you dearly !! Margaret Turner, Tracy Valentine, Micki, Sue Turn.
