Marian and I first met on joining the newly-opened Club in 1974, where in the mid-80's she became my very supportive Vice-Captain, a fact she re-iterated time and time again to all and sundry for many years following.   We formed a firm and lasting friendship both on and off the course.   Discovering that our birth and marriage dates were not that far apart, we enjoyed various celebrations too.
Her sister, Margaret, was a member of Matlock Golf Club, and annually one, two or three of us would trundle up the motorway to form a team in her Am-Am.   On one particular occasion a thunderstorm broke, with the accompanying violent lightening flashing all around us in the Matlock hills.  In her inimitable fashion (always looking on the bright side!) Marian declared it would not amount to much and we carried on playing.  Of course, on returning to the clubhouse we discovered that most had abandoned and some had not even ventured out!
Mary Scraggs
 
The occasions which particularly come to mind are when dear Marian always insisted on taking her 3 wood from knee high rough!  She was always confident of getting it out but some of the time, if not always, it only moved a yard, if that!
Pauline Cavanagh
 
I have known Marian since 1979 when I joined Chesterton Golf Club and over the years have enjoyed her company both on the golf course and at various social events. She was certainly a larger than life character with an infectious sense of humour.  She was fun to play with although she did take her golf seriously.  Her golf swing was certainly unique in so much as she managed to pat herself on the back with her golf club before following through with her shot, usually with the cry of “Come on little ball!”  And I am sure many golfing ladies who have played with Marian will remember with affection her calling "Taxi" after her putt missed the hole on the green and sailed past. However, my most bizarre memory happened when playing in a competition at Chesterton Golf Club when Marian noticed a sheep lying on its back in a field adjacent to our fairway, she quickly insisted I follow her in climbing over the fence and assist her in turning the sheep over and back onto its feet, she assured me if we didn’t do this there was a strong possibility it may die. Having completed this act we returned to our game of golf and I had received a lesson in caring for sheep in distress!
I will miss Marian’s smiling face but never forget what a kind hearted friend she was. 
Trish Rawlings