1944 Margaret 2021

Margaret Hanradt

October 16, 1944 — July 13, 2021

Margaret Hanradt Who loved to be called “Mom” by her two children and “Mimi” by her six grandchildren. “Our Little Family.” Margaret Delores Stolfa Hanradt departed us to be with Jesus on July 13th, 2021. Margaret was born on October 16th, 1944 in Fort Worth, Texas. Annabelle Stolfa was Margaret’s mother. Annabelle passed when Margaret was only 14 years old and she was raised by her grandparents from that point on. Margaret spoke so highly of her mother. Annabelle was a very loving person, caring, knew how to be strong during hard times, was a great role model, liked to laugh, have fun, and loved Jesus. Margaret was “Mom” to son Frederick “Fred” Henry Hanradt III and daughter Annabelle “Anna” Margaret Hanradt Calhoun. Margaret raised her children with love and devotion. As a single mom, she gave her all. Margaret graduated high school from Academy of Mary Immaculate in Wichita Falls, Texas. She went to the University of Dallas. She married Frederick Hanraelt II and had two children. She found herself having to be a strong mother raising her two children single. She relocated to Lawton, OK, worked, and went to Cameron University, graduating with her bachelor’s degree. She moved to Norman, OK, and worked for the University of Oklahoma. Later in life she moved to Oklahoma City. Margaret loved horseback riding, fishing, camping, reading, all types of music, played guitar and piano, and was most known for her eclectic cooking (You name it, she cooked it.) She was active in church choir and prayer groups. Margaret loved her son and daughter dearly. Then she got to see what being a grandmother was and was so happy. “Our Little Family” was growing to a total of six grandchildren. Each one brought her such joy. A few of her core beliefs were, “Always get to know somebody by their heart and mind is at, not superficial stuff,” “Say ‘I love you’ and give hugs to the ones that are dear to you! No regrets” and “Forgive as you would like God to forgive us.” Margaret was survived by her children Fred Hanradt and Anna Hanradt Calhoun, her grandchildren, Sam Hanradt, Anthony Hanradt, Melina Hanradt, Arik Hanradt, Chris Calhoun, and Payton Calhoun. Just a few memories of Margaret we would like to share - it’s hard to pick just a few but here we go! Anna- daughter This is the hardest thing I have ever had to do is write out 52 years of memories in a brief note: I love my mom dearly and will miss her more than I can put into words. One of my earliest memories was the first day of kindergarten at Douglas Elementary School in Lawton, OK. I came home crying. My mom asked what I was so upset about. There were three things: first, I was told I didn’t have the right hair; second, I didn’t have the right skin, and third, I had no dad. My mom said “Let’s talk about each and see what we can do.” I wanted an afro like all my friends at school and for a pick not to slide out of my hair. I wanted pretty skin like my friends and to be casper color. I asked where my dad was. My mom said, “Annie, you know the rainbow in the sky God made, right?” “Yes,” I said. My mom said, “God made a rainbow of people and we all are God’s children. The world would be boring if we all looked alike.” At that point my mom taught me a lesson I carry to this day. Always get to know folks by their heart, mind, and character, that’s what’s important. Appreciate God’s creations and to not compare myself to others. My father was never found; he was believed to have passed. Music was a big part of Our Little Family’s life. She raised us on ALL types of music. Music speaks for you and your feelings when you can’t find the words. First big concert was John Denver. My brother and I fell asleep. Mom wasn’t too happy but then realized people were smoking pot around us. Next concert she said we needed to stay awake. My brother and I enjoyed my mom’s favorite singer Neil Diamond. From that point on, we all had fun family time at any kind of music concert, festival, opera, symphony, etc. Side note: she said David LeRoth from Van Hallen “had a potty mouth but sure can dance and sing.” My mom loved to sing! One thing, my mom was in my 52 years of knowing her, was transparent on who she is, morals, beliefs and values. If she cared about you be ready for a big bear hug, listening ear, good meal, and someone who will let you know you are loved. My heart breaks and I miss her. I was blessed to have 52 years of memories. My mom was only 14 when she lost her mom. Now I’m understanding the magnitude of the pain she felt. My only comfort is my mom is with her mom and Jesus. I’ll always be a part of you, you’ll always be a part of me. I’ll hold you in my heart ’til the day I get to see you and give you the biggest bear hug. I love you, Mom. Fred - son There are so many positive things that I could say about Mom. I guess the one thing that keeps coming back to my mind is she was encouraging, be it with my music or science, or even sports (to some degree.) I’ll focus on music. There were two events that I went to that got me thinking about learning to play two instruments when I was in fourth grade. One was watching the fifth grade orchestra play. I was very short even thought I wanted to play the double bass. However, she loved the sound of the cello as well. Mom managed to save some money, so by the start of fifth grade, I had acquired a used cello. It was very large for me, but I grew into it. She encouraged and supported me learning and playing the cello all through middle and high school. She would attend all of my school concerts. As a senior in high school, she was supportive of me when I told her that I would major in Music Education when I go to college. She would attend a number of those concerts, too. I saw a music group play at the Israeli Festival. One of the musicians played a guitar. Mom let me learn to play on her guitar, teaching me some simple chords until I took lessons in sixth grade. I played guitar off and on all the way through high school and beyond. I saved up enough money to buy a bass guitar in my sophomore year of high school. Another way she encouraged me was to try a lot of varieties of food from different nationalities. I got my love of Greek, Indian, and Asian food from her. And she was an excellent cook. Payton - granddaughter There’s so much to say about my grandmother, a small paragraph doesn’t do her any justice. Mimi loved being a grandmother. I was such an ornery kid so she had to deal with a lot when I was little. But despite me being a stubborn turd, she still loved me so much. She made a point to expose me to all kinds of food, cultures, and people. My palate was sensitive so the flavors were really intense for me, but as I got older, I looked forward to cooking with her or going on food adventures. She always did this funny thing when she ate really good food where she’d start humming a tun. The better the food, the more enthusiastic the tune. I miss her phone calls. She could talk your ear off with stories, asking about anything. She just wanted to be part of my life in any way she could and it meant so much to me. I miss her everyday. “So now Faith, Hope and Love abide, these three, but the greatest of these is Love.” - 1 Corinthians 13:13 To send flowers or a memorial gift to the family of Margaret Hanradt please visit our Sympathy Store.
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