Celebration of Life For Margaret Elaine Simmons-Boone, Sunrise: July 6, 1932, Sunset: January 4, 2014, Saturday, January 11, 2014, 12:00 P.M., Ben Hill United Methodist Church, 2099 Fairburn Road, Atlanta, Georgia, Reverend Byron E. Thomas, Senior Pastor, Pastor Fleetwood Price, Eulogist

CELEBRATION OF LIFE FOR
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SUNRISE: JULY 6, 1932

SUNSET: JANUARY 4, 2014

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Ben Hill United lVfethodist Church 2099 Fairburn Road Atlanta, Georgia

Reverend Byron E. Thomas, Senior Pastor

Pastor Fleetwood Price, Eulogist

Margaret Elaine Simmons-Boone peacefully departed this life and rose to her new life on January 4, 2014. She was the eighth of eleven children born between the holy union of Alma and Jordan Simmons. Born on July 6, 1932, she grew up in Summet-ville, S.C. She attended Alston
Elementary and High School where she played the saxophone in the marching band. Margaret was passionate about both music and art. She cultivated her calling in education early as a young child serving as a mentor and tutoring younger children in her schooL

Margaret worked for the Atlanta Board of E ducation for many years. God blessed her with tl1e gift to teach children. Although recognizing this gift, Iviargaret's passion was set-ving God and her family. She joined Saint Paul of the Cross Catholic Church and set-ved as a faithful member for 1nany years. Margaret attended Allen University as an Education Major and Music l'v1inor in Liberal Arts where she pledged Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc. She was selected as "Miss Allen University" during her senior year while studying in college. After graduation, Iviargaret 1nanied her high school sweetheart, Charles H. Boone on June 26, 1955.

After the birth of her first child, Cheryl, Margaret worked as a teacher at

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tary School, where she taught 3rd grade Art while Charles got his degree at Benedict College. In

1962, she 1noved to Columbia, SC. to be with Charles after he started working with The Coca- Cola Co1npany. She was

called by God once again to experience yet another journey, being a stay- at- home mother. She would soon be blessed

to give birth to her second and third daughters, Charlene and CrystaL Shortly after the birth of Crystal, the family

moved to Atlanta, GA, where Charles was promoted to Senior Account Executive for The Coca-Cola Co1npany.

When all of her children were able to attend school, she returned to teaching with the Atlanta Public School system. She

raised a beautiful family with her husband until his passing on T\1arch 31, 1979. T\1argaret continued to 1naintain her

household after his death by creating a lot of wonderful me1nories.

Iviargaret was a devoted wife, mother, grandmother sister and friend. She took pride in her family and her home and enjoyed entertaining. She was a woman who was full of great spirit that showed in her artwork and in her friendship. She was an outstanding sea1nstress who enjoyed making curtains and clothes for her children. Her hobbies were gardening, sewing, playing cards, art, watching sports, and talking, the latter being her favorite. In addition to all of her life accomplishments, as an artist, she is 1nost noted for painting a mural in the "Old House" at Allen University before it
burned down.

She is survived by her three children, Cheryl Stanley Charlene Owens, and Crystal Reed; son-in-law. Tracy; grandchildren, Yas1nin Stanley and Branden Owen; two si ters, Virginia I<etchen and Geraldine Moultrie; three sisters-in -law, Constance Doyle, Romaine Freeman and Patricia mith; and countless niece and nephews.

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I am the Junlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. U7benyott awaken in the morninu'J httJh, I am the Jw~ft uplifting ruJ!J
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Do not Jtand at IJ!Y graz;e and r,ry/ I am not there, I did not die.

Prelude

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Pastor James Po\.vers, Presiding

Mr. Jarvis Wilson, Organist

Processional

Invocation

Reverend Joseph Ector

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"Blessed Assurance"

Scriptures Old Testament: Psalm 24 New T estament: Romans 5:8-10

11r. Carlton B. Reed 1-'Ir. Charles I. Reed

Prayer

Solo

"I Love the Lord"

Mr. Ellison Harrell

Reflections

l\1r. Redrick l\1artin, Friend Dr. Betty Clark, Friend
1\tfayor I<asim Reed, City of Atlanta l\1r. Tracy F. Reed, Family

H ym n E ulogy
Solo Instrumental Tribute Ackno\.vledgements Recessional Postlude

"I Surrender All"

Fleetwood Price, Pastor St. Lewi.r MiJJionary Bapti.rt Church, Pelham, GA

"We Shall Behold Him"

1-'Is. Tonya Meadows

Mr. Jarvis Wilson

l\1s. Sylvia Reed

INTERMENT Lincoln Cemetery 2275 Joseph E. Boone Boulevard Atlanta, Georgia
REPAST Renaissance Concourse Atlanta Airport Hotel
1 Hartsfield Center Parh..'\vay _A_tlanta, Georgia 30354

Rod Bolden Justin Giboney Michael Green Frederick Hicks William .l\lfackey Charles I. Reed
Carlton Reed Dr. John T. Weaver 11ayor I<asim Reed Darrell Anderson

Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc. l\1etro Chapter

The family of l\1argaret Simmons Boone vvould like to express our deepest appreciation for the kindness shown to us during her period of bereavement Your love and support brought us great comfort and \Vill continue to during this period of transition.

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