Margaret Dixon
Margaret D. (Bryant) Dixon inspired creativity and laughter to those around her. She was an artist, a storyteller, and a beloved member of her family. Her home was the center of activity, always open to her children’s friends, scouting groups, high school teams, and large family picnics. Mrs. Dixon passed away peacefully on Tuesday, March 24, 2020 in a Cape Coral nursing facility at age 88.
A native of Denville NJ, Mrs. Dixon graduated from Syracuse University with a B.F.A. She was a talented and passionate artist who held various positions in publishing both in New York City and Cos Cob, CT. She served as a substitute teacher for Greenwich Public Schools. She later invested in real estate, including residential properties in Fairfield and Westchester Counties.
Mrs. Dixon was an involved member of her community. She taught Sunday School at The First Congregational Church of Greenwich. She also introduced a children’s story hour at Perrot Memorial Library with a theatrical twist that incorporated handmade dolls as characters.
Mrs. Dixon is survived by her life partner, Richard Hodza of Cape Coral; three children, Gwen Porter (Chesley) of Wilmette, IL, Scott Dixon of Yonkers, NY, and Mark Dixon (Tashena) of Rhinebeck, NY; brother, Robert Bryant (Barbara) of Chester, NJ; five grandchildren, Ruth Morrison, Sam Morrison, Chloe Dixon, Cole Dixon, and Malia Dixon.
She was preceded in death by her father, Roger Bryant and mother, Margaret Heneken Bryant.
The family will gather for a private memorial picnic later this year.
Friends are invited to send condolences via the on-line guest book at www.MullinsMemorial.com.
In lieu of flowers, contributions can be made to the Peninsula School of Art
https://penart.org/memorialgift.
Mullins Memorial Funeral Home & Cremation Service, Cape Coral, is entrusted with final care.
I met Margaret in the early 1980s at her house in Riverside, Connecticut. I was invited there by my father, who had begun what was to become his lifelong relationship with her. Over the next thirty-eight years, I was lucky to have Margaret as a second mother figure, who was very much unlike my own mother. Margaret was an artist, just like me. She always saw the most awkward, wabi-sabi beauty in kooky little things. She loved wooden things and iron things and anything that was hand-made, really. We got each other on aesthetic necessity. I think Margaret’s greatest gift — and one that we could all learn from — was caring to know exactly what everyone she knew cherished. She would always be on the lookout for those things and snap them up at thrift shops for a ‘song’ that sang to each of us in much louder notes. I think of those quilts and comforters she got for me when I moved into my own house. Yes, she really seemed to know what I loved. I just hope she knew how much I loved her.