Alice M. Warshaw
Alice M. Warshaw, a part-time resident of Aspen, died at her vacation home in Aspen on Feb. 24. She was 73 years old.
A resident of Ann Arbor, Mich., Warshaw was an educational consultant specializing in working with children with learning disabilities, as well as with their parents. She was one of the founders and past president of the Learning Disabilities Association of Washtenaw County, Michigan.
Warshaw was also past president of the Ann Arbor chapter of Hadassah, and played an active role in many community organizations. In Aspen, she was a volunteer at the Pitkin County Library and the Aspen Music Festival.
She is survived by her husband, Martin; children Gregg and Martha Warshaw, Mark and Jaquelynn Warshaw, Lynn Warshaw, and Laurie and Josh Harris; and grandchildren Jessica and Ann Warshaw, and Molly and Sara Harris.
Funeral services will be held Sunday, Feb. 28, at 1 p.m. at the Aspen Chapel, 0077 Meadowood Drive. Burial will follow at the Red Butte Cemetery on Cemetery Lane. Following the burial, friends may visit the family at the home of Lotta and Stuart Brafman, 334 W. Hopkins Ave.
In lieu of flowers, contributions may be sent to the Harary Fund; Learning Disabilities Association of Washtenaw County; c/o Mary Schuman; 3960 Pemberton Ct.; Ann Arbor, MI 48108.
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