Marcine Y. Sandin
December 10, 2016
Marcine Stufflebeam Sandin, 90, passed away from this life into eternity, due to heart failure, on Saturday, December 10, 2016, in her home; attended to by her children. She was born in Ottumwa on July 16, 1926, to Custer and Goldie Stufflebeam. The family later moved to Des Moines.
A 1945 graduate of East High School, Marcine worked as a secretary for the State of Iowa and Apco Oil Company. A homemaker, she also worked as a bookkeeper for Kmart; from which she retired after twenty years of service.
On June 7, 1952, she married Harold Sandin, and they raised two children. Her fondest enjoyments in life were spending time with family; cooking; entertaining; attending church, high school reunions, and crafts shows.
Marcine was preceded in death by her parents; her sisters, Geraldine Redington and Joann Ghee; and husband, Harold. She is survived by her daughter, Jane Sandin; and son, James; cousins, nieces and nephews.
Funeral services will be 11:00 a.m. on Thursday, December 15, 2016, at Hamilton’s near Highland Memory Gardens, 121 NW 60th Ave., Des Moines, with visitation beginning at 10:00 a.m. Burial will take place at Highland Memory Gardens Cemetery.
Memorial gifts may be made either to Urban Heights Covenant Church or UnityPoint Hospice in loving memory of Marcine.
Condolences may be expressed at:
www.HamiltonsFuneralHome.com
Jennifer Jones
12/15/2016
Marcine was such a wonderful loving woman. She had this smile with dimples that made everything seem well. I will forever have her in my heart and she will always be remembered as the woman we all hope to be one day. Jane and Jim you are in my thoughts now and the days and years to come.
Sharla Fredericksen
12/14/2016
Jane you are in my thoughts and prayers. I know how much you will miss her.
Pat (M cLain) Wohletz
12/13/2016
Jane, your mother was such a joy to be around. May pease be with you and your family.
James Sandin
12/13/2016
Marcine was the most genuine, gentle, generous, and gracious soul I've ever had the immeasurable pleasure of knowing, and the inexpressible privilege of being called her son.