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Margaret
Sophia ARCHAMBOULT
December
14, 1892 - November 17, 1995
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Margaret was
one of 12 children and was born in Isabella county near Clare,
Michigan. She always attended the Methodist church while growing up,
but she remembers playing on the steps of the Congregational church
and getting in trouble for this. Her parents scolded her not because
they had anything against the Congregationalists, but because nice
little girls did not play on the church steps. While she was a child,
Henry Ford had a farm near Clare and word went around that he would
be driving by one day in his original 1 cylinder automobile. She and
her family walked over to a road near their house to see this sight.
She remembers her feelings were "NO HORSES!" and that
seemed so impossible at that time.
While
growing, up Margaret lost two brothers (Will & Joe) when they
were 19 & 17 years old. Another brother, George,
moved to Janesville, Wisconsin and learned to be a station agent and
telegraph operator. Margaret did housework around Harrison until she
was 18 and then moved to Illinois to keep house for her brother George.
He had moved there and become engaged. Margaret did this for 13
months until the engagement broke up and George
sold his furniture. She then returned to Michigan in December of
1911, stopping off in Saginaw to visit her aunt. During her visit,
she got a job at the Lufkin Rule Company.
She
never did make it all the way back home to Harrison because she met Fred
ARCHANGELI
(see photo at right) at Lufkin and they were married in 1915. She and Fred
had 4 children; Robert,
Helen,
Lois
and finally, Donald.
Helen,
their oldest daughter, was diagnosed with Leukemia during the second
week of December, 1933 at age 15. She passed away just two weeks
later on Christmas Eve.
Margaret could
fix anything. She had an arsenal of glues in the upper cupboard of
her kitchen and would repair any and all toys broken by her
grandchildren. Her most famous fix-it was her son Don's
toy motorcycle. She repaired this many, many times and in the end it
didn't look too pretty, but it did work.
Margaret
had several eating traditions around her house. One was that most
Sunday dinners with the family would include homemade noodles and
tomato sauce for her Italian husband. Flour was obtained from and
sifted by the built-in 25 pound hopper in the cupboard. The pasta was
made, rolled out, and sliced on the her linoleum-covered kitchen
table. Another tradition was keeping a small sponge with a few drops
of water taped to the lid of the cookie container in the kitchen. She
said this kept the cookies moist and fresh. Yet another was the
ever-present jar of "sugared" honey to spread on the fresh
Spatz's bread. When grandchildren became thirsty, they could choose
from ice water in the green glass container in the refrigerator, O-So-Grape
pop, or Vernor's ginger ale that they could sniff, cough, and giggle
over. One unusual tradition was wild rabbit with Polenta. The Rabbit
was initially cooked and then set in a pan, covered with a mixture of
corn meal and pasta sauce and baked into a loaf. Olive oil and Romano
cheese were applied at the time of serving.

When it came
time for guests to go home Margaret would give each visiting child
several pink candies with X's on them for the ride home. She said
that her father used to keep these candies in his shirt pocket and
his grandchildren would always ask him for them; she was carrying on
the tradition.
After
her husband passed away, Margaret decided to build the vacation
cottage that she and Fred
had planned. She got the entire family to help construct the dwelling
right on the shore of the Saginaw Bay at Pt. Winona.
Margaret
enjoyed a very long life. She drove her car until the age of 99 and
lived at her home until age 100. A couple of falls forced her to move
in with her son Don.
Then she moved to her other son Bob's
house and finally on to the Greenbriar Nursing Home in Sterling,
Michigan. She passed away on November 17, 1995, just short of her
103rd birthday. Even though this is not said much anymore, I believe
that she, in fact, died of old age. She was a fine lady.
~Written by
Margaret's grandson, Wayne
EASTMAN,
with help from Margaret's youngest son, Donald.
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Birth: |
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14 Dec 1892,
Isabella County near Clare, Michigan |
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Death: |
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17 Nov 1995,
Saginaw, Michigan |
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Saginaw, Michigan
- Forest Lawn Cemetery |
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363-68-7928
(issued in Michigan) |
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Father: |
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Joseph
John ARCHAMBOULT |
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Emma
Caroline BOUCHEY |
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Siblings: |
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Joe ARCHAMBOULT
Charles Edward ARCHAMBOULT
Clarence Gifford ARCHAMBOULT
Clara ARCHAMBOULT
Hazel ARCHAMBOULT
Amy ARCHAMBOULT
Susan ARCHAMBOULT
George
Lewis ARCHAMBOULT
Adelia ARCHAMBOULT
Albert ARCHAMBOULT
Will ARCHAMBOULT |
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Marriage: |
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Fred
Edward ARCHANGELI - 21 Aug 1915, Michigan |
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Robert
Edward ARCHANGELI , Sr.
Helen
Louise ARCHANGELI
Lois
Irene ARCHANGELI
Donald
F. ARCHANGELI |
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Click on the
record player above to hear a sound recording of Margaret. Wait for
the entire file to load (it takes about a minute) and then click on
the play button. If you can't hear it very well, turn up the volume
and then click play again. Margaret says: "Well, we miss all of
you here. We're all here (in the) in Lois's living room and we miss
you very much." I received this recording from my Dad, Wayne
EASTMAN. It was made in Margaret's daughter, Lois
(ARCHANGELI) EASTMAN's home in Saginaw, Michigan in
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It isn't often
that you get to know your great-grandmother as well as I did. I was
lucky that "Grandma Archangeli" was alive until I was 25
years old. I have so many fond memories of her and so does everyone
else in her family. Click on the book above to read some memories of
Margaret. Some are funny and some are serious. |
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Do you have any more
memories to share?
If you would like
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me. Thanks! |
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