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In Memory

Anita Lynne Strosnider (Machlin)

 
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11/01/09 02:02 PM #1    

Debra Baylis (Kallmeyer)



Anita and I used to wait for the bus together when we attended Sligo. She was one of my first friends in the U.S. Her death so soon after the last reunion I attended was heartbreaking for me. She loved all things Celtic/Gaelic, especially the songs. Her husband and daughter were her life. She is missed greatly.

11/17/09 05:59 PM #2    

Judy Atkins

Anita did not actually graduate from Northwood, but she did attend NHS and always considered herself part of our high school even though she officially graduated from Springbrook HS. Anita and I lived on the same street growing up and we spent alot of time together. We lost touch after she moved to the White Oak area, but we re-connected shortly before her death. She died in a car accident when her family was taking her daughter back to Frostburg College. Her husband and daughter survived the crash, but Nita did not. She was one of the most creative people I know and proud of her Scottish heritage. She loved to write, had a book of prose printed, played music, and enjoyed making all kinds of crafts. I'm grateful that we were able to re-connect. Many thanks to Melanie S. for making that possible.

03/15/20 09:27 AM #3    

Oren Kaplan

On the eve of our 50 year reunion; fond memories of the way we knew you:



03/15/20 09:55 AM #4    

Oren Kaplan

*Margaret Walton wrote: “I know we do book reviews etc but thought this might be a nice article. Nita was a friend of mine and I had encouraged her to come to work at NSWC. She ended up working in U30 (can't remember the branch code). Well about 10 yrs ago she and her husband were taking their daughter Erin back to college. They had an accident and Anita was killed. It is so sad. This is a post that her daughter Erin wrote on her Mother. I have become close to Erin and her family.

"My Mother…Anita Lynne Machlin" 

A little over 10 years ago, my Mother was the only fatality in a head on collision that we were in. 10 years seems like a long time but I still remember the day like it was only yesterday. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about how things maybe could have gone differently. What if we left later, earlier, what if the rescuers got me out instead of worrying about cutting the top of the car off? Then the other question is why do people have to be so stupid on the road? Your actions do have consequences. Then I wonder how is that guy living with himself? Does he still have physical problems from that accident 10 years ago? Does he ever think of that day? Has he realized that he was guilty? I could go on about this, I won’t. So I find myself doing things I guess as a way to keep my Mother alive. She was a wonderful person. So incredibly talented. Any medium she worked with she did something amazing with it. She did everything from playing guitar, to wood working, ceramics, quilting, poetry and more. She could sit down and sketch an idea or sketch a scene and it would be amazing. Her craft name was reThreads. She liked to recycle materials, using both new and old, giving something a new purpose. So as a way to keep my Mother alive I have taken over the name. Though I have added a little twist to it with foxy style. I too like to recycle materials. For a number of years I had a hard time being crafty. I went to college and studied technical theatre focusing on costumes and scenic artistry. The accident happened halfway through my junior year of college. I did everything I had to get through college and graduate. After that, I had a hard time being artsy/crafty. I slowly came out of my shell and here I am today. Walking in my Mothers foot steps. Though I have a long way to go and a lot to learn before my feet fill her shoes. I am having a fun time working my way there. I don’t know the reason for it, but in my Mom’s minivan on her dash she had a Ty beanie baby, his name was Snort. Snort was a red bull. As long as I can remember she had Snort. That particular Snort now lives in my Aunts suburban. Earlier this year, I finally got my very own minivan. So I started keeping my eyes open for my very own Snort. Sure enough I finally found one at a yard sale. The lady had a bunch of beanies she was trying to sell. After talking to her to see if she had Snort and telling her the reason I was looking for Snort, she went inside and looked she apparently had a ton more beanies inside that she hadn’t brought out. Sure enough she came out with Snort. Then proceeded to give me Snort. So now I have my very own Snort.

THE LEAF, VOLUME XIII ISSUE III, Summer 2011, pp4-5

https://web.archive.org/web/20170301041606/http://www.wolaa.org/files/Summer_2011_LEAF.pdf

 

 


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