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Marilee Davis Shubert - March 19, 1923 - January 11, 2000

Marilee Davis Shubert
Picture taken 1940 at age of 18
Carson Newman College, Jefferson City, Tennessee

Restored Photo done by Fred Tyson, Franklin, Tennessee 12-04-2008

Her obituary dated Thursday, January 13, 2000, appeared in the Blount County Daily Times, the Lenoir City newspaper, and the Nashville Banner.

Marilee Shubert, age 76, died Tuesday, January 11. She was born March 19, 1923 in Sweetwater, TN. She is survived by her husband, Ray Allen Shubert; three children; eight grandchildren; and five great-grandchildren.

Mrs. Shubert graduated from Porter High School in Blount County and attended Carson-Newman College in Jefferson City, TN. While there she met her husband, Ray Shubert. They were married September 27, 1941. She is a retiree of the Southern Baptist Convention, Seminary Extension Division; she is also a retired worker in the Sunday School Department of Nashville First Baptist Church. She and her family have been active members of First Church for more than 50 years.

She is survived by two sons, Robert A. (Judy) Shubert of Fort Worth, Texas, William H. Shubert of Brentwood, TN; and one daughter, Leta (John) Sproule of Franklin, TN; sister, Suzanne (Ernest) Kerr of Maryville; and a brother, William Spence (Phyllis) Davis of Chattanooga; grandchildren include David (Tammy) Shubert of Andalusia, Alabama, Michael (Shannon) Shubert of Mt. Pleasant, Texas, Gail (Troy) Blalock of Caldwell, North Carolina, Jonathon Shubert of Brentwood, Shannan Shubert, Clint Wilder, Lacey (Joseph) Dozier and Brandy (Andy) Yarbrough of Nashville. She was preceded in death by her parents, William Spence Davis of Maryville, and Leola Hitch Ray of Orlando, Florida.

There will be a memorial service for Mrs. Shubert at the First Baptist Chuch, 7th and Broadway, Nashville, on Saturday, January 15, at 1 p.m. The family will receive friends one hour before the service at the church. Pastor Dr. Frank Lewis and retired pastor Dr. Franklin Paschall will officiate at the memorial service. In lieu of flowers contributions may be made to your favorite charity.


Thanks to Fred Tyson of Franklin, Tennessee, who happened upon my post about my beautiful mother-in-law, Marilee, while searching for a small school he attended in the 60s. He made some very nice comments about her photo and shared two very nice re-touched jpeg files that he was so nice to send.
Jane said…
Beautiful, sensitive, photo restoration by Mr Tyson. Did he hand color as well?
Hi Jane, Thanks for taking a look at my blog! I believe Mr. Tyson did a wonderful job with the restoration of Marilee's photo. He did not hand color the photo, however. The original was a colored photograph. I'd love for you to stop by my Tennessee Memories blog too. I have other Shubert photos there.
Take care.

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