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Martha Gazley

Martha Virginia (Boggs) Gazley

Tuesday, September 4th, 1934 - Friday, February 12th, 2021
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At sunset on February 12, 2021, Martha Virginia Gazley, née Boggs (Marti), surrounded by her loved ones, passed from the arms of her husband into eternity. She was eighty-six years old. She was born in Fitzgerald, Georgia on September 4, 1934, of J. Kenneth and Martha Virginia (Hale) Boggs. She lived in various places during the depression: Delaware, Minnesota, upstate New York, and Princeton, New Jersey, where she completed her primary and secondary schooling, graduating from Cornell University in 1956 with a Bachelor of Arts degree.

She married Richard Charles Gazley Jr. (Dick) on June 17, 1955, betrothed after a courtship of two and a half weeks. They had almost sixty-six “wonderful” years together, as she said in her last words¬¬: Oh Dick, I love you so much. I’ve had a wonderful life.

A honeymoon of three weeks saw them parted, Marti back to her final year at Cornell and Dick to Germany, courtesy of the United States Army. Their second honeymoon took place a year later, this time in Europe. They returned to the States in November, 1956. Dick took a job in Manhattan in the petrochemical industry and they moved to New Jersey, settling in Mountain Lakes after successive homes in Elizabeth, Nutley and Parsippany.

Marti was mother to four beautiful daughters, Sharon, Debi, Beth and Amy. She was, in addition and by common agreement, den mother to all the kids in every neighborhood in which we lived. She put herself to sleep one night by counting all the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she had made in her life. Another image: Marti at the piano, kids packed around her, all singing songs as she played.

The family moved to Vermont in 1970, where Marti and Dick operated a small furniture manufacturing business in Shelburne. The family lived in Shelburne until 1975 when they moved to Huntington Center, where Marti was a library trustee, a grand juror and the author of the first town plan. In 1979 Marti began a career in development for higher education. She worked initially at the University of Vermont, then for Norwich University. In her years of retirement she and Dick travelled extensively until rheumatoid arthritis curtailed her travel. She lived her last years in a beautiful home on the Winooski River in South Burlington, designed by her and Dick to be their last residence.

She is survived, in addition to Dick, by her daughters and their spouses, Scott Cochrane (partner of Sharon), Carl Weinberg (husband of Beth), and Robert Kernan (husband of Amy). She also leaves her brother Kenneth Boggs and her sister Candace Drimmer and their spouses, and grandchildren Benjamin Rothenburg and Rachel Allard and their spouses Melissa Rothenburg and Eric Allard, and by grandchildren Erin Sita, Kevin Weinberg and Anna Weinberg, and by great-grandchildren Grace and Will Rothenburg and Lucy and Noel Allard, and by eleven nieces and nephews.

She had many friends, for to know her was to love her. Lucky are we to have been loved by her, and to have been bathed in the warmth of her smile and enclosed in her embracing generosity. May she rest in eternal peace.
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Ellie Lawyer

Posted at 07:09pm
Amy and girls, so sorry to read of your mom's passing. She was a great woman, may she rest in peace

Sandra Walsh

Posted at 01:28pm
I only had the pleasure of meeting Martha once when she and Dick moved to their South Burlington home. I did however have a long time relationship with their wonderful daughter, Sharon. I think of the years Sharon and I played competitive tennis at Twin Oakes in South Burlington when I walk by Martha and Dicks house. My sincerest condolences Sharon to your entire family.

Sandy Walsh

Sharon Gazley Posted at 01:57pm

Oh Sandy, thank you and how very, very nice to hear from you. I think of those tennis years fondly and of you every time I'm up at Mom and Dad's house. I'm sorry not to have stopped by sooner. I promise I will on an upcoming visit this year.

Richard Gazley

Posted at 01:01pm
Marti and I left Turkey on June 20th, 1990, after a marvelous trip that took us thousands of miles driving through Anatolia, then flying from Ankara back to Is-tanbul, where we had started on May 30th. Our last night in Turkey was as de-lightful and memorable as the rest of our visit had been.
From the Istanbul airport we took a taxi to a hotel ten minutes away, that Marti had researched. Hotel Çinar, that we might translate as Airport Hotel. “Do you have a reservation?” asked the driver. No. He shook his head and said, “You’ll never get in. I better wait for you.” Good idea.
We walked into the lobby, walls clad in white Anatolian marble, luxurious furni-ture featuring lustrous dark wood. We heard the reception clerk say to a German couple, rather brusquely probably because it was not for the first time, “Sir, we cannot extend your stay. You must leave now.” Oh-oh. As if we had not heard a word, we confidently walked up to the receptionist and asked for a room for the night. “Of course! Happy to accommodate you. Welcome!” The taxi driver and the bellhop were both amazed, and the driver probably disappointed that his fare had terminated. We wondered if we had gotten the Germans’ room. accurately calls the Çinar “swanky”. The appointments and furnish-ings were lovely and in very good taste, views of the sea spectacular, a lovely patio on its edge, and a beautiful salt water pool that we immediately reverted to, hap-pily foregoing further sightseeing. After dinner we wandered to the patio, to take after dinner drinks on this mild evening and watch a full moon rising over the sea, its image doubled in its waters and its path reaching out to us over the calm waters of the sea, and to dwell on the past magical three weeks. A singer with a keyboard came out and began to play. When he came to As Time Goes By, Marti and I rose and began to dance. As if we had foretold this evening, I had good pants, a dress shirt and jacket, she had a summer dress with scarf over her shoulders. She spun out of, then back into my arms. Her full skirt flared and her scarf floated out on the soft night air each time she spun.
No one else got up to dance, no one afforded us appreciation in the form, say, of discreet applause. Were they stolid Germans, who are drawn to the Mediterra-nean in search of the easy humanizing attitude that they admire but know they lack? Were they Turks who found, as described in Louis de Bernières’ book, Birds Without Wings, that the life had gone out of their villages when the Greeks were expelled: no more church bells, no more Saint’s Days festivals, no more gai-ety in the streets?
It didn’t matter to a couple madly in love, dancing in a so sweet night under a full moon on the edge of the Sea of Marmara.
RGazley, 6.27.18

Richard Gazley

Posted at 03:41pm
On the sunny Spring afternoon of April 11, 1954, a beautiful young woman descended a set of stairs to enter into my life, utterly changing it and enriching it beyond measure.
We were students at Cornell University, in Ithaca New York. I was three weeks from graduation. It was a blind date, set up by our respective friends Keith Campbell and Phyliss Bellows. Keith was my closest friend at Cornell; Phyliss was a high school friend of Marti’s, from Princeton New Jersey.
Both Marti and I were dubious: I, why was a coed, at the end of the school year, opting for a blind date; Marti, because she had recently had a disastrous weekend with someone from my fraternity named Dick with a funny last name, which is how Phyliss had introduced me to her. That was why I had suggested a movie, so I could bail out after if necessary; that was why Marti, before descending the stairs all the way to the bottom, stopped where the stairs turned a corner and peered around the corner so she could abort the date right there and then. Thus my first ever sight of her was of those huge beautiful blue eyes (flecked with gold, as I soon discovered.)
I was from Alpha Delta Phi fraternity, I was Dick with a funny last name, but not that funny last name. So she slung her purse with its long straps over her shoulder and marched out onto the landing and down the remaining stairs, and by the time she reached the bottom I was in love with her.
This is what I already knew about her: she was startlingly beautiful; she was content within herself; she had mastered the attention and situations that such beauty brings to a woman; she was open to, and ready for, new adventure. At the movie I learned still more. It was the romantic comedy Beat the Devil, that quickly became camp with its witty dialogue and situations, at each one of which we laughed together as if we were already husband and wife. Dinner at an Italian restaurant, then back to my apartment, where I made a big mistake: I danced across the furniture while singing and playing a pair of maracas. Don’t do this on a first date! But I knew Marti was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. It was an expression of my joy. When I later asked Marti why it had taken her a week and a half to fall in love with me she referred to some doubt raised on that first night. She overcame that doubt during an intense courtship of two weeks and we became betrothed. And I had her for not quite sixty-seven wonderful years.
RGazley 2.18.21

Linda Murrphy

Posted at 08:45am
When around Marti Gazley, you always felt a little kinder, a little happier and a little friendlier. My partner Jim Ross and I first met Marti when she called us to list and sell the home in Huntington Center. Marti met us on the front porch with a smile that immediately brought a connection for us that was to last. She didn’t just smile but her eyes twinkled when she did. Whenever we arrived, Marti always had freshly brewed iced tea for us and when we arrived in the early evening, she enlisted Dick to make us a martini. Oh come on, she would encourage us, it’s after business hours. Marti worried about finding the right property. It had a have a water view for Dick so he wouldn’t miss the Huntington house too much. She invited us to visit when settled in their new home and of course, proudly showed us Dick’s water view. Marti Gazley will be remembered. Not just by Dick and her lovely family but by all of us who were lucky enough to know her.

Linda Murphy/Jim Ross

Sharon Gazley Posted at 01:49pm

Linda and Jim, thank you so much for your thoughts. Mom valued your professionalism, directness and honesty but above all your senses of humor and friendship. She is already missed so horribly. Sharon

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