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Martha “Marcy” Schewe – West Central Tribune

Martha Ann (Rhea) Schewe (aka Marcy, Murphy, Tractor Mimi, Big Gramma, Pizza Grandma and MA!), 74, of Danube, entered into eternal life on Friday, March 4, 2022, that her husband may be blessed with the remembering their 54 happy and loving years together every year on his birthday. Memorial services will be held at 11:00 a.m. on Thursday, March 10, 2022 at St. Matthew’s Lutheran Church on the Danube with a live stream on the St. Matthew Evangelical Lutheran Church’s YouTube page. Visitation will be one hour before church service on Thursday. Burial will take place at a later date. Online condolences can be sent to Stephens Funeral Service – Redwood Valley Funeral Home helps family make arrangements.

Marcy was born on April 5, 1947, in Indiana, Pennsylvania, and immediately told the doctor 16 ways he mishandled childbirth. She thought the nurses had done a good job. Marcy was brought home by her parents H. Alexander Rhea and Mary Anne Bytner Rhea, both of whom predeceased her and one of whom greeted her at the pearly gates with a fly swatter and plaque. warming pierogi. As a girl, Marcy walked 2 miles uphill in either direction, on a heavily wooded, bear-infested road to the bus stop, delivering milk from her parents’ dairy farm to neighbors along path. When Marcy graduated from high school, she couldn’t wait to leave the farm. So she followed other young women to Washington, DC, and accepted a job as a secretary at the FAA. Still a modern woman, Marcy began attending dances where she knew handsome soldiers would be crammed wall to wall. There she met a baby-faced Jim Schewe, whom she liked enough to card. It didn’t faze her, her one-day husband, at all. He knew he was of age and he knew he liked his cum. They were destined to be together, survive a breakup close to the original Batman series (he loved watching her, she didn’t love watching her), and be separated by an ocean for 16 months. Their love deepened as they wrote to each other daily, culminating with Jim sending her an engagement ring from his post overseas. Unfortunately, she received the package on Friday the 13th, a day when even the very pragmatic Marcy couldn’t bring herself to open it. 24 hours later, she put the ring on his finger and wore it until he was able to do it himself. Her soldier boy eventually returned and Marcy married the man of her dreams. Well, most of his dreams. She thought she had finally escaped farm life, but began to suspect otherwise when Jim insisted on visiting a bull ranch* while on their honeymoon. * After a brief stint in Pennsylvania (Jim wondered how a guy was supposed to see where he was going with all those hills in the way), the newly married couple moved back to Minnesota so they could…you guessed it… farm. Determined to help Jim achieve his dream, Marcy began bidding on farm equipment as if it were her job…convincingly, because someone actually asked her if it was her job. She also grabbed a few longtime friends she had never met before, of course. Her stepfather always wondered how Jim had been so lucky to find someone like her, “She can do anything,” he said.

Marcy and Jim produced a brood of farmhands: Jim Schewe (George), Deb (Jon) Lang, Renae (Bryan) Anderson, Toni (Steph) Schewe, and Jeff (Leslie) Schewe. She filled decades of life with conversation, farm work, raising generations of children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren (whom she loved exponentially the younger they were), sales auctions, coffee, church, flirting with her husband, grumbling about squirrels, making bars (Cherry Berries on a Cloud!), genealogy, flowers, going to Max’s house with her well-known church family. beloved, helping those in need, traveling with her husband to visit family and friends, standing up for the underdog (and wondering why her kids are so outspoken), refinishing floors and cabinets, finding selfies /Facebook/SnapChat so she can keep up with the kids and, if the opportunity arises, play a naughty sequence game. His fierce and dynamic spirit is carried on by his soul mate, 5 children, 9 grandchildren, 5 great-grandchildren, 7 siblings, a handful of hated squirrels, a menagerie of farm animals and all. a world full of old friends, some of whom she hadn’t had time to meet yet.