Marie Talbert, age 81, of Lawrenceville, GA passed away on Sunday, July 22, 2018. Marie taught public school in Virginia prior to moving to Lawrenceville where she taught kindergarten at Lawrenceville First Baptist Church for 15 years. She is survived by her loving husband of 56 years Larry L. Talbert; daughters, Melanie Evans of Jefferson, GA, and Pamela Lindacher and husband, Joe of Suwanee, GA; son, Larry Talbert II and wife, Margie of Lawrenceville, GA and daughter-in-law, Cheryl Talbert of Lawrenceville, GA; son-in-law, Ed Evans; grandchildren, Breanna Evans, Faith Evans, Marcus Evans, Jeffrey Talbert, Matthew Talbert, Michael Talbert, Carly Ramirez and Alex Ramirez. A graveside service will be held at 2:00 P.M. on Tuesday, July 24, 2018 at Gwinnett Memorial Park with Rev. Page Fulgham officiating. The family will receive friends from 12:00 P.M.-2:00 P.M. on Tuesday, July 24, 2018 at Wages and Sons Gwinnett Chapel, 1031 Lawrenceville Hwy., Lawrenceville, GA 30046. 770-277-4550. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in memory of Marie to the Alzheimer's Association, 225 N. Michigan Ave., FL. 17, Chicago, IL 60601or www.alz.org. Online condolences can be expressed at www.wagesandsons.com

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  1. Sorry for your loss. Your mother was a wonderful woman who raised a wonderful daughter. I am glad I was able to meet her.

  2. So sorry for your Mom’s passing….it was a challenging time I know but there will still be sorrow. Prayers! Sandy Conley

  3. Our love to you, Melanie and Breanna. Praying that God will keep you and comfort you today and every day. Love, The Gamas

  4. Praying for you all. She taught Robin in kindergarten and me in VBS and Sunday School. I will always have fond memories of your mom.

  5. Marie and I and sometimes Carl used to play together in the summers when I visited my grandparents in Hurley. My grandmother would have chores for Marie and me before we were allowed to play: hoe and plant the garden, or pick beans, pick corn and tomatoes.

    After chores, we would play catch. Carl would make us corncob pipes and Marie and I would smoke coffee grounds or dried corn silk up in the mountains where we couldn’t be seen easily. We would ride Old Pete, the mule, to explore. I remember once we were roaming in the mountains, a giant black snake scared us, and we went racing to the house.

    Sometimes Carl would get a rifle and give us 2 bullets each, and we would go up the mountains and shoot. Quite a thrill for a city boy. But we would always make it back from the mountains in time for supper.

    Big Rock was a creek by Pounding Mill Road. Marie and I would catch little fish or tadpoles. I’m not sure what we would do with them after they were caught.

    By the time I was ready for high school, I quit going to my grandparents. But these summers were wondrous and I shall never forget them or Marie.

  6. To Marie’s family. I’m very sorry for your loss. I’m sure her life was a very full and eventful one, and that she now rests in the arms of the Lord. I only knew Marie and Larry through family reunions–occasional weekends that ended much too quickly. But we shared a rich heritage in the faith of our grandparents.

  7. I am really at a loss of words for what to say. Marie and I spent many an hour together growing up when I would visit our Grandparents in the summer for as much as six weeks at a time. It was during that stay that we would do all sorts of things. When Marie started driving, she made sure that I got to go along on errands, visiting her friends, and other adventures around Hurley. We would play the piano together, she knowing what she was doing and me knowing nothing about the piano. We talked a lot. We had a lot of fun together. I am so glad that a month or so ago, I called Marie and Larry and got to talk with them. It was good and fun for all three of us. My sincere condolences to Larry and his family at this time of loss. Our thoughts and best wishes are with you.

    Love, Jack

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