Marjorie Glen Hughes slipped from this life quietly and in her sleep at her home in Marfa on June 11, 2019 in the early morning hours. It was one of the few quiet things she did in her 74 years.
She was born in Dr. Searle’s office in Marfa on October 9, 1944. She grew up on her grandparents’ Charco Marine ranch riding and working cattle whenever she could. She was once placed on a green broke colt when she was four. Point O’ Pines was startled by a blowing feed sack and took off on a high run. Little Marge rode the runaway until he came to a sweaty stop.
She was dragged to California as an adolescent where she hated city life and ran with a pack of girls in poodle skirts. She loved coming back to the ranch for Christmas and summer break where she was once again with her beloved horses. She was a fine and daring rider.
When she finally came back to Texas, she attended San Angelo College. She was involved in barrel racing and one year was Rodeo Queen. She graduated with a teaching degree.
She was not afraid to voice her opinion in the following years as she moved across Texas; at first following the father of her children: Ty Lynn Patterson and Marylou Freeman. Then as her own career took her to the Metroplex where she was a fierce and unyielding in her positions at GTE.
In 1998, she returned to her beloved Marfa and became the executive assistant in the Presidio County Judge’s office where her opinions were expressed frequently with carefully researched information backing her up for over a decade.
She enjoyed visits from her grandchildren, Jon Patrick and Georgie Martin and evening vespers at Borunda’s with friends where opinions and conversations flowed.
She overcame several severe health problems and major surgeries the past few years, all fought with the toughness she had exhibited her whole life. Marge was a worthy adversary to the end, and nearly always bounced back quickly, continuing to enjoy stories of her daughter Ty’s horseback riding, the exploits of her grandchildren’s lives, and enjoying Marylou’s new house and giving decorating tips. Her dogs and cats were a source of entertainment, except when dog walkers went by and the neighborhood evening telegraph went off.
Everyone who visited her house wanted to stay to read the exhibits and the ranch history and photographs of generations of relatives and horses she so loved.
She often stated that she came home to Marfa to die in Marfa. And she just flat out refused to go anywhere else. Now she is riding in the clouds on her favorite horse, Gavalon the Hawk.
She is survived by her sister, Marion Hughes, a nephew, Steven Dorris, her daughters, and her grandchildren and many friends from her sojourns across Texas.
Services are pending.