Sharon Kay Marine, Arlie Ruth (Cassel) Norris
Sharon Kay Marine
Sharon Kay Marine, born January 19, 1939, in Marion, Indiana, to Alson and Beulah (Lake) Rich, died August 10, 2025 in Noblesville, Indiana. She married John Dwight Marine on October 31, 1958, until John’s passing shortly after their 60th anniversary.
Sharon was mother to Chris Marine, Michael (Sonya) Marine, and Teresa (Todd) Pearson. She was the grandmother to Whitney (Kyle) Shaffer, Benjamin (Holly) Marine, Christopher Marine, Niki Marine, Samantha Pearson, Caleb Marine, and Patrick Marine. She was the great-grandmother to Lila Marine, Lina Marine, Jayce Minns, Lydia Marine, Gunner Shaffer, Ceejay Pearson, Reagan Marine, Oakley Shaffer, Wilder Shaffer, and soon to be a 10th. Also surviving are Jenny Porter (sister), Danny Rich (brother), Ron Shane (brother-in-law), Laura Rich (sister-in-law), and many nieces and nephews.
She was preceded in death by her parents, husband, Jerry Rich (brother), and Judy Shane (sister-in-law).
In high school, Sharon worked at a small diner in the mornings before school, serving the locals breakfast. A 1956 Swayzee High School graduate, Sharon went on to Marion Beauty School, finishing in 1959, and worked as a beautician for two and a half years. Later she attended Indiana University Kokomo for accounting to secure a job at the Kokomo Chrysler Transmission plant as a bookkeeper. At the Kokomo Chrysler Transmission plant, she started on the switchboard and worked her way up to Head Bookkeeper until she retired.
Sharon’s memberships included UAW 1302, where she served as vice president in the late 1970s, the Order of the Eastern Star #345, and Jerome Christian Church. She enjoyed visiting casinos, traveling to many of the 50 states (with Alaska being the last in 2010), crocheting baby blankets for friends, family, and We Care, camping with grandkids, and served as a Cub Scout Den Mother. Most of all, Sharon loved being a wife, mother, and grandmother, and great-grandmother, supporting her children and grandchildren as their biggest fan in their varied interests.
A celebration of Sharon’s life will be from 4:00 p.m. until 8:00 p.m. Wednesday, August 20, 2025, at 5784 East, 950 South, Amboy, IN, 46911. Graveside service and burial will be in Marion National Cemetery on Thursday, August 21, 2025 at 1:00 p.m. Hasler- Stout Funeral Home is assisting the family with arrangements.
Messages of condolence may be left at www.hasler-stout.com.
Arlie Ruth (Cassel) Norris
The Iron-Winged Matriarch of the Midwestern Skies
Born: April 27, 1942 – Ascended: August 11, 2025
In the early hours of August 11, 2025, the realm lost a force of nature. Arlie Ruth (Cassel) Norris, born at 7:52 p.m. on April 27, 1942, in the southern mists of Mobile, Alabama, took her final, peaceful flight at 11:24 a.m. from Century Villa Healthcare in Greentown, Indiana, surrounded by kin. Her wings may now be at rest, but her fire will never be extinguished.
Arlie was no ordinary dragon of the realm. She was forged in iron and edged in wit — a no-nonsense sentinel who brooked no foolishness and made no room for small talk. If you entered her lair without purpose, you were swiftly met with her famous, growled battle cry: “Get the hell out.” But beneath the armor lay a mind of vast depth. A devourer of books, a conjurer of art, a mistress of many trades — Arlie could stitch a wound, fix a machine, and school a fool in equal measure. Her talents were as diverse as her moods, and her moods were legendary. Her rule was firm, her gaze sharp, and her goodbye — a shoo of the hand and a curt “Buh-bye” — final and binding.
Yet, for all her edges, Arlie was fiercely loyal to her clutch. She guarded her lineage with the passion of a firestorm and loved with a depth only those close to her ever truly knew. She is survived by a mighty lineage: several siblings, five children, and a legion of grandchildren and great-grandchildren — each one bearing a spark of her flame. She was preceded in the great beyond by a few treasured siblings, a daughter, and her heart’s eternal companion Jim Worthy, the dragon who matched her fire.
The skies will feel emptier now. The wind a bit quieter. The hearth a little colder. But her spirit — sharp-tongued, flame-hearted, endlessly curious — will echo through generations. Let it be known: the matriarch has flown. The Iron-Winged One has returned to the stars. And may the ancestors be warned — she’s coming in hot. In accordance with her final wishes, there will be no formal funeral. The family will gather at a later time for a private celebration of life to honor Arlie’s legacy — a gathering of dragons, sharing firelight, laughter, and the stories of a legend.