

Margaret Eleanor Whitfield
April 18, 1942 — November 3, 2024
Boulder, Colorado
Life Story
Photo Timeline

2018
With grandchildren at the cabin
Margaret with five of her eight grandchildren at the family cabin near Nederland. Sunday dinners up there were a tradition for nearly two decades.

2001
Retirement party at Whittier Elementary
After 34 years, Margaret retired in 2001. The school threw her a party. Hundreds of former students came. She cried more than once.

1985
Family camping trip, Estes Park
Margaret loved the Rockies. Every summer the family went camping somewhere — Estes Park, Rocky Mountain National Park, the San Juans.

1972
First year teaching at Whittier Elementary
Margaret stayed at Whittier Elementary for 34 years. She had a way of making every student feel seen — the kind of teacher you remember your whole life.

1965
Freshman year at CU Boulder
Margaret moved west in 1965 to attend the University of Colorado. She used to say she fell in love with the mountains before she fell in love with anything else.

1942
Margaret as an infant
Margaret on her christening day in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. The eldest of four, the family doted on her.
Services
First United Methodist Church
1421 Spruce St, Boulder, CO 80302
A celebration of Margaret's life. Reception to follow in the church hall. All are welcome.
Family
Survived By
- Robert Whitfield — Husband
- Sarah Whitfield-Chen — Daughter
- James Whitfield — Son
- Emily Whitfield-Park — Daughter
- 8 grandchildren — Grandchildren
Preceded in Death By
- Harold Tanner — Father
- Eleanor Tanner — Mother
The family asks that, in lieu of flowers, donations be made to the Boulder Public Library Foundation in Margaret's name.
Memories & Condolences
When I was nine I broke my arm falling off a horse. Mom drove me to the ER, calm as anything. On the way home she stopped at the bookstore and bought me three new paperbacks. "You've earned a quiet week," she said. That was her, exactly.
I was in Mrs. Whitfield's class the year she did the one-room-schoolhouse week. We churned butter. We wrote on slates. We sat by candles. I'm forty-three years old and I still tell people about it. She made history feel like a place you could walk into.
My mom's cinnamon rolls. Every Sunday morning, the whole house smelled like them. She'd hand them out warm, with too much butter, and we'd sit at the kitchen table for hours. I have her recipe card. I'll bake them for my own kids this weekend.
Margaret and I taught next door to each other for almost two decades. She was the calmest person in any storm — a kid throwing up, a fire drill in February, a parent yelling in the hallway. She just absorbed it and kept going. The school felt different the day she retired. It still does.
Mrs. Whitfield was my fifth-grade teacher in 1987. I was a struggling reader, embarrassed and frustrated. She never made me feel small. She just kept handing me books — different ones, smaller ones, funnier ones — until something clicked. I'm a high-school English teacher now. I think about her every single day.
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