Marcella Bates

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First name
Marcella
Last name
Bates
Age
55
Other
Ulla
Grave
5
Permit
39124
Place of death
Unique Address see comment
Permit date
09-07-2005
Date of death
08-26-2005
Burial date
12-11-2005
Source code
A2005_11_30_Vol13_090.pdf
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In remembrance of my sister, Marcy, on this day which would have been her 74th Birthday.

Lovingly submitted by her big sister,
Ivy
August 6, 2024
Marcella U. Bates
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My son, Marcella's first nephew, told me that when he was 8 yo in New Brunswick, NJ his Aunt Marcy would have him walk on the street side saying, "You are my protector".  He is 52 now.


I've been missing you for years, Marcella.  Now that I know where you are*, perhaps I'll stop "seeing you" in the faces of strangers.


*"...Absent from the body, and present with the Lord." 2Cor 5:9
Added by Ivy Bates
My sister, MARCELLA ULLA BATES aka MARCY.  Named for her maternal grandfather, Huly.


Born August 6, 1950 at Saint Joseph Hospital in Lorain, Ohio.


Lovingly nurtured under the parentage of Leslie and Leola Bates in Atlantic City, NJ.

Middle daughter of three girls.

People loved her.  She was beautiful, creative, peaceful, and unpretentious. Marcy was real/down to earth.  That's what I loved about her.

As a pre-teen she was in ballet class. However, in her personal circle, she had a cadre of girl friends for whom she choreographed dances to the great sounds of the late 50's.  She named the group The Shartays.  In high school in the late 60's she was a majorette in the Atlantic City High School Marching Band - with her gorgeous legs!

She had one child, a girl, with whom she shared dreams and protected until she could no longer protect herself.

They found my sister dead of an overdose, under a bridge, without shoes but her feet were clean, and her hair was neatly braided.  That is how I heard it; and I believe it because she was particular about herself.

She had the Sickle Cell Trait, and as a child occasionally suffered from fatigue and pain.


Drugs change people and make them lose their way.


You have been at peace for 14 years.  Mommy died 13 years ago after searching for you for years.  I know she found you!


I saw you last when you actually visited me in the 90's;  and today on this COVID-19 Sunday of April 26, 2020, I FOUND YOU! I never heard of Hart Island until I heard that the many unclaimed bodies of the COVID-19 Pandemic were sent there.  That is where New York buries its unclaimed dead.  How ironic.  Through Loss: Gain.


ALWAYS LOVED and NOW FOUND.
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