Marti Hollingworth Lajoie

December 27, 1952 - November 11, 2019

Martha Ellen Lajoie (nee Hollingsworth) / aka Marti, aka Rev. Marti

Marti was a beautiful soul, spiritual, positive, always looking to improve herself and the world around her. She was that way in high school, and that way throughout her life. (In high school she was maybe just a bit more giggly than in later years, but her laughter always sounded like music.) She was a free spirit, guided by the stars, an expert astrologer who could somehow make even the most skeptical wonder if she wasn’t onto something. (“Capricorn rules the knees.”) She loved adventure and made loyal friends wherever she went. The world is lonely without her.

She loved dogs, and men, and just about everything really. She never gave up believing that she had more to do. She faced numerous adversities in life with strength and equanimity right up to her passing, here in Boulder, her home for much of her life.

She was a trained masseuse, she knew and dreamed about building earthen homes and a utopian community, and gifted so many with her home-made soap and useful and beautiful hand-made knitted and felted items. She was a newspaperwoman, working at the Daily Camera for awhile, and then taking over the Ned Gazette (Nederland newspaper). She fought hard for several years to transition it into the internet age and keep it alive. Ultimately it was a losing battle, but, as always, she fought the good fight.

Marti faced numerous adversities in life with strength and e unanimity, including repeated battles with cancer, right up to her passing in November of 2019, here in Boulder county, her home for much of her life. She was dearly loved by many.

She had her ancestry tested via one of those DNA test kits. Not sure of the actual results, but at least one of us guessed the following in advance:
French 15%
German 5%

Gypsy 15%
Choctaw 12%
Cherokee 13%
Neanderthal 0.0023% (most of us have some of this)

Extra-terrestrial 9.8%

Grey wolf 7%

Inuit 6%

Leprechaun 11%

Star dust 6.1977%

She is survived by, among others, her daughter Sami, her dog Sky, and countless of us who loved her and will always miss her. She spent her last two years, a time of friendship, open space and reflection at Andrea Gerstle’s place just outside Boulder, there she and her dog Sky held court to gatherings of old BHS-er sand new friends, and found peace

Ken Cochran (1970)
Andy McClurg (1971) Andrea Gerstle (1971)
Ilse Dunbar Wheeler (1971