Marcia Karen Wallace (November 1, 1942 – October 25, 2013) was an American actress, voice artist, comedian, and game show panelist, primarily known for her roles in television situation comedies. She is perhaps best known for her roles as receptionist Carol Kester on the 1970s sitcom The Bob Newhart Show, and as the voice of elementary school teacher Edna Krabappel on the animated series The Simpsons, for which she won an Emmy in 1992. The role was retired after her death.
Wallace was known for her tall frame, red hair, and distinctive laugh. She had a career spanning five decades in TV, in film, and on stage. A frequent guest on The Merv Griffin Show, she was personally recruited for the soon-to-appear network sitcom The Bob Newhart Show, in a role created especially for her. Diagnosed with breast cancer in 1985, she became a cancer activist, and remained so throughout her life.
Marcia Karen Wallace was born in Creston, Iowa, on November 1, 1942, the eldest of three children of Arthur "Poke" Wallace and wife Joann. Her father owned and operated "Wallace Sundries", a general merchandise store, where Marcia, her sister Sharon, and brother Jim would often help out. While in high school, a teacher encouraged Wallace to consider a career in acting after she did well in a school play. Prior to that, Wallace had been interested in journalism. Following graduation from Creston High School, Wallace attended Parsons College in Fairfield, Iowa, which had offered her a full scholarship. She was a member of the Delta Nu Chapter of Delta Zeta sorority. At Parsons, she majored in English and Theater, performing in such productions as Brigadoon and The Music Man.
let them run and hide, the sun is falling
coming out of nowhere, the dark is calling
faster than the eye can see, the aggression sets in
an outsider in the light, let the night begin
crying tears of blood, ride the wings of hate
we'll always be the same, the night we dominate
your wish is your death
in this world of oppression
you can't change our minds
our drug is aggression
the clouds are passing by
and the night slowly dies
still the fire is burning
burning in my eyes
when the night has come to an end
and we see the light again
end of this night of horror
living through hell and terror...
not for the first time I watch the sky
still I wonder why
I can't be someone else
my soul I will never sell