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In loving memory of  Martha Jeanne Schwandt Chase

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In loving memory of  Martha Jeanne Schwandt Chase

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A force of nature since Sept 6 1937, the Venerable Chariot departed this plane in a cloud of sparks from a secure location in upstate New York on 12 April 2021. Haldon Chase preceded her in 2006 and is probably asking her if she would like a cup of reheated coffee as we speak.

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Hannah Pomona Chase

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Services will be held at 11 AM, May 6th, at the Saint Vincent of Paul Catholic Church of Cape Vincent, NY and at Mission San Miguel Arcangel, in San Miguel, California, May 21 at 10 AM.

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because grandma seemed too innocuous, had suffered from COPD for the last several years, possibly due to the decades of financial support of the Pall Malls (unfiltered) throughout her life. She had been lovingly cared for and attended by her eldest daughter Kate, seen together here. She was lucid to the last and was reportedly cracking jokes about not standing on her oxygen tube for too long as late as the day before she departed. People have been remembering her as a ray of sunshine, a force of nature, and a rather good cook. She had very little interest in keeping a clean house, and never met a stranger she couldn't talk to. She raised a bevy of children, she fed starving hordes regularly and doted on her many grandchildren once they started arriving. No perfectionist, she loved making music and art, singing (she sang bass), and in her youth dancing and vaudeville theater.  We are gonna miss her like crazy. Hannah Pomona Chase

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Barreling down a dusty road in an old Volvo-- that's how I remember "ma" Chase, which is what some of us freaks in black trench coats called her when we were teenagers in PR. And I remember her penetrating gaze, curiosity, humor. 💜

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Barreling down a dusty road in an old Volvo-- that's how I remember "ma" Chase, which is what some of us freaks in black trench coats called her when we were teenagers in PR. And I remember her penetrating gaze, curiosity, humor. 💜

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Somehow, my first try posted before I was done; anyway, this is a song from the sacred harp tradition that she loved to sing--one of hundreds, perhaps thousands of songs of all genres from Gilbert and Sullivan to the repertoire of Paul Robeson to old English catches that she knew and would sing with ENTHUSIASM!  She is probably now somewhere with a lot of singing, but also in a place where she can feed everybody, even those turn up unexpectedly after everyone else has eaten, and get into deep conversation about what she is reading, or simply to find out how people are.  A trip to town for a little errand or two would always take a good part of the day and involve multiple substantial and substantive conversations, and anyplace she entered, faces would light up upon seeing her.  Her time on Earth was finite, but she made excellent use of what she was given, and should inspire us to use ours to build and sustain community!  

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Somehow, my first try posted before I was done; anyway, this is a song from the sacred harp tradition that she loved to sing--one of hundreds, perhaps thousands of songs of all genres from Gilbert and Sullivan to the repertoire of Paul Robeson to old English catches that she knew and would sing with ENTHUSIASM!  She is probably now somewhere with a lot of singing, but also in a place where she can feed everybody, even those turn up unexpectedly after everyone else has eaten, and get into deep conversation about what she is reading, or simply to find out how people are.  A trip to town for a little errand or two would always take a good part of the day and involve multiple substantial and substantive conversations, and anyplace she entered, faces would light up upon seeing her.  Her time on Earth was finite, but she made excellent use of what she was given, and should inspire us to use ours to build and sustain community!  

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Eric Greening

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"And let this feeble body fail and let it faint or die, my soul shall quit this mournful vale and soar to worlds on high ANNND I'll sing Hallelujah and you'll sing Hallelujaaaaaah, and we'll all sing Hallelujah when we arrive at home ANNND I'll sing Hallelujah and you'll sing Halle

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"And let this feeble body fail and let it faint or die, my soul shall quit this mournful vale and soar to worlds on high ANNND I'll sing Hallelujah and you'll sing Hallelujaaaaaah, and we'll all sing Hallelujah when we arrive at home ANNND I'll sing Hallelujah and you'll sing Halle

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I met Martha a few times
She was gracious and friendly, the conversation flowed with ease. I remember as we chatted She said to me..."are you really a republican"? Haha !! She then said "well that's alright"!

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Flirting with Ryan, late-night dramatic reading of Romeo and Juliet  spring 2021

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Flirting with Ryan, late-night dramatic reading of Romeo and Juliet  spring 2021

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Ma Chase was the model of mature womanhood that I aspired to as a teen. She was smart and funny with seemingly no concern for Paso Robles society, smoking and driving a Volvo of almost legendary status. She gave me hope that being a grownup could actually be interesting.

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I loved long hours of conversation with Martha about everything: books, my academic research(!), politics, books, Chase family stories, books.

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Your wisdom will forever be in my heart.
Thank you for being my friend.
Pam

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As a teenager in need of a safe place to exist, I used to spend a lot of time out at Peachy. I got there by taking the bus, and then riding my bike. I have a lot of memories of Martha that resonate with what others have shared here--she showed love and generosity to me by making a space for me to exist in. Sometimes that was a spot at the table to eat at, sometimes it was a spot in the conversation, sometimes it was making sure there was enough gas so that I could keep making pizza using the stove at Cape, sometimes it was a book recommendation, sometimes it was asking me how I was, and sometimes it was listening without judgement to some of my teenage nonsense. It meant a lot to me that I was able to come there and exist without the problems that were at my own home, and I never really said thank you, but I think she understood.

I remember one time I was riding out to Peachy in the rain, and she came around the corner driving (of course) a Volvo. I remember being surprised that she recognized me, but in retrospect I guess there weren't many 15 year olds riding their bikes out that road during school hours. She pulled off to the side a little bit and we had a few minutes of conversation, after which she said "well, do you get frequent flyer miles for coming out in this stuff?" I'm not sure why I keep coming back to this memory, but it made me happy then that she would stop to talk to me, and it makes me happy now to remember.

Martha, thank you for everything. Your memory is a blessing.

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Visiting with my mother, Qxzy, one of her many admirers on the porch of the stone house.   They loved to visit each other and discuss anything and everything. One of our last porch visits, Martha broke into song and we all were warmed to the cockles of our hearts. We know she is singing again with all the angels.