Where is Harley?

To all who have been asking about Harley. . . she has been adopted by Margie's close friend and colleague, Angela Jaime, and her pack of two rambunctious boys, two dogs, and a grandmother.

Harley has adjusted well to her very lively new home, has lost ten pounds, is vying to be top dog, and is an incredibly happy pup. This would have meant the world to Margie.

El Salvador, December 2009

No social study that does not come back to the problems of biography,

of history and of their intersections within a society,

has completed its intellectual journey. – C. Wright Mills

In early December Margie took her very first trip to El Salvador to embark on a research project that would examine the economic forces behind the pre-1970s migration of Salvadorean women to the U.S. In her research proposal, “Gendered Migration from El Salvador”, Margie writes:
The intersection of socio-historical structures in the lives of individuals today speaks to a notion of historical "ghosts" that continue to pattern the lives of individuals. In our rapidly changing globalizing existence, there is much talk about the "end of history", that the general social processes that dominated our historical development during the period of industrial capitalism no longer has a hold on us. This research project challenges this notion.

Doctoral graduation 1997

Several days before hearing about Margie's death, I received her very playful and happy Christmas card. Dog lover that she was, her very lively card portrayed a red and green dog with Santa caps sitting among colorful, fanciful Xmas trees and snowflakes. Margie's words were both thankful for past support and focused on her future: "Hi John, Always thinking of you. Best wishes for the upcoming year., Love Margie. P.S. I was just in El Salvador, thinking about new research there." She enclosed a card from La Libertad, El Salvador.

I chaired Margie's doctoral committee at UCLA, followed the ups and downs of her career, and cried when I heard about her unbelievable end. I loved that crazy, brilliant woman. - John Horton

Margie's UCLA community

Margie's untimely passing is a tragic loss--how many Latinas make it through the challenges that she faced? Her life story would make a wonderful and inspiring book, and many who didn't know her would find it difficult to believe it was all true. I read her articles on racism in the academy and look forward to her book which will be a significant contribution. I will always remember her as a tough (in an compelling way), witty, down to earth home girl who was one of the few who fought hard to get where she was. - Mary Pardo

While our paths in grad school did not cross (I left by the time Margie arrived), I recall with much admiration with which she fought hard and bravely for her position at U of C Boulder and the rebuilding of her life at Laramie.  Margie was and remains a warrior.

- In solidarity, Marta Lopez-Garza

This is devastating -- and I am deeply sad at this loss. I recently had a conversation at ASA with one of her Latino colleagues and he was excited about how well she was doing. I had communicated with Margie last year when we were trying to  work out dates when we could meet and discuss participatory research strategies.  I new that she was coming out with a book -- and I know that she had finally found her niche. She is an example of someone who fought every step of the way to open the doors of academia. I have a hard time finding the words to describe her. Your words, John, are the best. She was a "crazy, brilliant woman" that, though far away, meant so much to all of us who knew her.  - Jose Zapata Calderon

The soul of the Little League team...and her Laramie softball team.

Margie as a teammate and captain was always a fun experience. Margie had a passion for competition that translated onto the softball field. While she knew the point of slow pitch softball was to win she knew it was more important to have fun, and that losing a softball game was not the end of the world.

I have been playing softball in Laramie since I moved back in 2001. I played both men’s league and coed softball with great enjoyment. I enjoy getting out side, running around the field and generally having a good time doing it. Razing my teammates for both good plays, and bad, I have learned that softball is all about having fun, being outside with your friends, enjoying a few drinks before the game or after, or both. It is all about who you play with and how much you enjoy it and your teammates. I have always had good teammates and am lucky in that sense.

Three years ago our coed team was struggling to put together a roster big enough to field a team, and Margie’s team was having the same problem. Somehow, our captain, a strapping slugger of an outfielder, short stop, first baseman, drinker of beers, and thrower of parties, got connected with Margie and they decided to combine the two teams. There could not have been a better match of teams; both enjoyed just
playing the game, the camaraderie between teammates and the general fun of spending an evening playing a game outside rather than watching TV. Rowdy is a great captain and teammate but very soon Margie’s personality and enthusiasm started taking over the team and happily Rowdy handed off the reigns of team captain to her. She guided our team to some pretty good records while worrying about hurt feelings over playing time, and her own, sometimes, inconsistent bat.  But with Margie, no one cared about playing time, we all just enjoyed playing, enjoyed the email reminders she would send via email and the mandatory team meetings at the Library.

Margie would be hard on herself for her performance on the field and we all liked to kid her about her eyes lighting up at the high deep pitches and how she often stopped more throws at first base with her shins than her glove. Margie was easy to kid around with, to raze her about her speed when she would “coast” into second base with a double, and she enjoyed giving it all right back to us.

I loved playing softball with Margie and there will be a hole in our line-up and hearts as we take the field this summer to play. But play we will, in honor of our captain. - David Willems