Death date: Jun 2, 2019
Marshall Rogers Toole, age 80 of Smyrna passed away June 2, 2019. Marshall served in the United States Navy and retired from Home Depot. In his free time, he pursued his passion of woodworking. Marshall is survived by his son, Rob Read Obituary
While reminiscing with my Dad (Marshall's brother ,David,) he told me how Marshall became Mickey. I too called him Uncle Mickey into my early adult years when he told me it was no longer Mickey. So, my uncle Marshall became Mickey when he was a very young boy playing under the dining room table & going in & out of the chairs like a mouse (Mickey Mouse)so their Uncle Bruce began calling him Mickey & it stuck into his adult years.
I remember he let my dad store the ski boat at his house so we would get to visit every time we dropped the boat off. Lots of joking around & memories. Always admired their garden. Now we have a good one too.
And, I remember when he showed us the first wood bowl he had made in a woodworking class & I was very impressed. Fast forward a few decades he had a positive impact with my sons. In fact, I believe he & my father saved the life of one of my sons & the woodworking was an important part of that process. I will be forever grateful. Love you very much Marshall.
Marshall (I called him Uncle Mickey) was married to my dad’s sister, my Aunt Brenda, for many many years from the time I was born (Robb and I are four years apart) until I was a teenager sometime; my dad and he were partners in crime. One year, maybe the year Robb graduated from high school, my parents let me spend part of the summer with Aunt Brenda and Uncle Mickey (and my grandparents) and he and his brother David and my Aunt taught me how to water ski in Lake Altoona. That was the best summer!
I was told when I was two, at a family Thanksgiving dinner, in front of everyone, I directed my first cuss word to My favorite uncle after he told me little ladies should be seen and not heard when the grown ups were talking. Apparently I didn’t appreciate or agree with him and in my bright eyed, two years of wisdom told him so by announcing out loud and proudly, “ B—-s—-!” I sure loved him. Rest In Peace Uncle.
