LeFevre, John "Mac" of Plymouth, passed away on June 11, 2015. Preceded in death by his mother, Marian LeFevre and his in-laws, Lester & Ruth Oberman. He is survived by his father, John LeFevre Sr.; loving wife of 44 years, Marsha Oberman LeFevre; children, David (Kristen), Dan and Michelle; 4 beautiful grandchildren; sister, Anne (Rich) LeFevre Haller; many nieces, nephews and countless valued friends. Born 1944 in Dayton, Ohio; graduate of Williams College and University of Michigan Law School. Following law school Mac joined the U.S. Marine Corps as a JAG officer. He then moved to Rochester, N.Y. and worked for Legal Aid Society. In 1977 Mac moved to Mpls, joined the law firm Kennedy and Graven, and enjoyed a 35 year career as a respected attorney and partner. Mac was an avid runner, outdoor enthusiast and voracious reader. He will be remembered for his beautiful smile, quick sense of humor and love of family and friends. Memorial service 2:00 p.m. SUNDAY at BET SHALOM CONGREGATION, 13613 Orchard Rd., Minnetonka. SHIVA will be held following the memorial service at the synagogue and 7 p.m. Monday at 4734 Walnut Grove Lane No. Plymouth. In lieu of flowers, memorials are preferred to Breath of Hope Lung Foundation, P.O. Box 387, Wayzata, MN 55391. Hodroff-Epstein 612 871-1234 hodroffepstein.com
Seaholm High School
Class of 1962
In Memory
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Darlene Hassell (Liuska)
So sorry to hear of another classmate passing. My sympathy to the family. Darlene hassell Liuska (62)
Nancy Lynn Turner (Miller)
I remember John well. So long ago, but such a good person. My sympathy to his family. Nancy Miller
Terry Hill
I remember Mac being assigned, in 12th grade English class, the abridged version of Tom Jones. Instead, he insisted on reading the unabridged version. Very typical.
I remember a kitsch picture hanging on Mac’s bedroom wall of various breeds of dogs sitting at a poker table.
I remember Mac’s mother on school/work days always laying out the family breakfast table the night before, complete with dry cereal in the bowls.
I remember Mac on the Washington trip at the National Cathedral kneeling next to me as we waited to take communion. Mac was the first in line and after the first priest handed him the little round wafer and the second priest followed up with the large chalice of wine Mac tossed the wafer into the wine. The priest and I watched in shock as the metaphorical body of Christ drifted toward the bottom of the wine. The priest recovered, however, and fished the now soggy wafer out of the wine with his hand. Have you ever been unable to stop giggling while taking communion?
(When we got back to our pew, still laughing, I asked Mac, what he thought he was doing. Didn’t his church (Presbyterian?) practice the communion ritual. Yes, he said but at his church they served little bits of actual bread instead of the prefab disks we were given in Episcopal churches. What did he think the wafer was? He said he thought it must have represented the coins that Judas had been given; and he assumed he was to reject this symbolic piece of silver by casting it away. An ingenious bit of reasoning I thought.)
I remember Mac, Harvey and me at the Albert Café in Greenwich Village celebrating Harvey’s 18th birthday (also during the Washington trip). The Albert had a policy, stated on the menu, that if you ordered a steak and were still hungry after finishing it, you could ask for another at no extra charge. Mac did exactly that.
I remember Mac asking me to play basketball with his church league team against Brother Rice, who was looking for a practice game on a weekend. There were probably ten or twelve us that played in that game. I think three or four of us – including Bill Shroyer, Harvey and Greg(?) – were at the 50th Seaholm Reunion; they all remembered the game, but none of them remember that I played. I guess I wasn’t what you’d call an “impact player.”
I remember Mac urging me to ask a girl that I liked out on a date. I demurred/didn’t have the guts. We were up in his bedroom and he simply dialed the girl’s phone number and when she answered, handed the phone to me. I more or less recovered from the ambush and awkwardly asked her out. The next weekend we double dated (Mac’s date was Carol Walker) and went to see the movie version of Summer and Smoke with Laurence Harvey, Geraldine Page and Pamela Tiffin.
Three and a half years later I married my date of that evening. And a few years later we attended Mac and Marsha’s wedding.
I hadn’t seen Mac for more than forty years and now, of course, I never will. Around the time of the Seaholm 50th we did a few back-and-forth emails for which I’m grateful. But I remember a thousand things about Mac (though I can’t say I remember anyone ever calling him John) and I’d give an awful lot to have had the chance Bill Shroyer did – to spend an evening with Mac and relive some of them. Goodbye, Mac.
Robert Fredrikson
What a wonderful tribute to your friend that you shared with all of us Terry. Thank you for your memories.
Nancy Lynn Turner (Miller)
Thank you for bringing him back to those high school years life, Terry. I really appreciate it. Nancy Miller