Mary Ritter

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Mary Ritter

of Mountain Home, AR

February 6, 1933 - November 21, 2022

Mary Virginia Ritter, age 89, died at her home in Mountain Home, Arkansas, on Monday, November 21, 2022.
She was born on February 6, 1933 in Dexter, Missouri to Edward Robb and Lillian Lucille Inks Hensley.
On April 30, 1980, she married Willis ''Tex'' E. Ritter. They moved to Mountain Home in 1984 from Washington, Illinois.
Mrs. Ritter was a member of the Hill 'N Hollow Quilters Guild and St. Peter the Fisherman Catholic Church.
Survivors are: one daughter: Susan E. (Robert) Ruby, Dallas, Texas; one son: Robb D. (Lavina) Brennecke, Kent, Washington; two step-daughters: Patricia K. Hartzell, Morton, Illinois, and Pamela S. (Rick) Brown, Belvidere, Illinois; one sister: Martha C. Lyons, Fairhope, Alabama; one grandson: Daniel P. Brennecke, Mountlake Terrace, Washington; three step-grandchildren; six step-great-grandchildren; and five biological nieces and nephews: Carolyn, William, Mary Lee; Douglas, and Diana.
She was preceded in death by her parents; her husband: Willis E. Ritter; first husband: Lloyd G. Brennecke; one son, Steven M. Brennecke; and one brother, Edward L. Hensley.
A Graveside Service will be at a later date at the Glendale Cemetery of Washington, Illinois. Memorials may be made to a charity of the donor's choice.
The family thanks Roller Funeral Home in Mountain Home for their help with the arrangements.

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7 Condolence(s)
Richard Payne
Mountain Home, AR
Saturday, February 11, 2023

Queen Mary. My favorite lawn customer. Worked for her many years. Enjoyed her company and sodas on her front porch just about every time I was there. Whatever I did was okay with her. Never complained. We certainly will miss her.

Jami Wachlin
Belvidere, IL
Saturday, December 10, 2022

I have so many childhood memories of my family visiting Arkansas to see my grandpa (Willis) and Mary. I can still vividly remember falling asleep to the sounds of the adults playing card games in the kitchen. I really miss those days. I hope that you are at peace, Mary. You will be missed.

Pam Brown
Belvidere, IL
Wednesday, December 7, 2022

Mary loved us and we loved her. She was a wonderful step-mother and we had many great times. She was an excellent quilter and sewed with great love of colors and precision. We miss you, Mary. Rest in peace.

Carol Lewis
Mountain Home, AR
Friday, December 2, 2022

So very sorry for your loss. Knew Mary from her days in Hill 'N Hollow Quilters Guild. She always
attended the quilt show. She was always smiling.

Robb Brennecke
Kent, WA
Friday, December 2, 2022

Your mother is always with you…she’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street…the smell of certain foods you remember…the flowers you pick.
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well…your breath in the air on a cold winters’ day…the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep…the colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She’s the place you come from, your first home.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
But nothing on Earth can separate you.
Not time.
Not space.
Not even death.
- Deborah Culver

Mom, I will forever cherish the overwhelming feeling of love I felt when we hugged and our arms were wrapped around each other. I will miss the look of your eyes and your beautiful smile. I will miss you saying my name. And I will never forget how great it felt when you said “I love you”, and I said “I love you too Mom”.

Now you are an angel among angels.

Your #1 Son

Sue Younger
Mountain Home, AR
Wednesday, November 23, 2022

I am sorry to hear of Mary’s passing. When I visualize her face is was always laughing. I simply loved her as a dear friend. She was always full of joy and laughter. I feel so fortunate to have known her. My sympathies to her family.

Susan Ruby
Dallas, TX
Wednesday, November 23, 2022


In the hour that has no friends
above it
you become yourself
star burning in cold heaven
speaking well of it
as it falls from you

by day
with no country
where and at what height
can it begin
I the shadow
singing I
the light

— W. S. Merwin,
from “The Carrier of Ladders” (1974)

In loving memory of my mother,
fiber artist, reader, and fellow dog paddler,
who shiningly became herself.

Godspeed, Mum.