Who was Marjorie Coeyman Kehe? The daughter of teachers who never stopped learning. A child of NJ who so loved Manhattan that she swore she’d never leave. But when it was clear that Boston was to be her new home once we married, she embraced it with (at least 1/2 of) her whole heart.. We took advantage of all Boston had to offer - it’s lovely green spaces, its galleries and museums, beaches, great bookstores, historic residential areas (we bought our house in one of them -Sumner Hill), and Beantown’s surprisingly lively theatre scene. She subscribed to at least two theatre company’s full seasons of offerings for our entire marriage. At first I had to be coaxed to come along, but in no time I became a “theatre person” too (mostly to be with her, but still….). And though she embraced her new home, her love for NYC never wavered. We’d find some reason to drive down and take in something wonderful at least every 6 weeks. And as soon as we hit the Apple, she’d be grinning like the lights of Broadway until it was time to return home. To be honest, it’s hard for me to return there now. That’s HER bliss. Marjorie was a lifelong reader (for pleasure - not just because of her CS Monitor book editor’s job), and never headed bedward without a book in her hand. She was already a very interesting person, but all the reading exponentialized that. (Okay, so I made up a word). Marjorie walked EVERYWHERE. Miles and miles to work and back. Miles and miles with our dogs - first Sheba, then Lucie. And we bicycled everywhere together, whenever weather allowed. We had wonderful Friday eve movie dates, where we’d leave work on our bikes and ride to Cambridge, to our favorite arthouse movie theatre and the cozy little restaurant next door -The Hungry Mother - where we’d sit at the bar and have southern style shrimp and grits, followed by their delish buttermilk pie. Then off to the movie, then the long night ride back to Jamaica Plain. Total outing about 10 miles. We probably did it 90 - 100 times. Marjorie was Yankees fan - deep navy blue. Like her Jeter-lovin’ mom. And not just a fan, but knowledgeable. We tried to take in a game at a different major league or minor league stadium at least once a year. By the time we took in games in Washington DC and Baltimore in the late summer of 2018, we’d managed 16. Plus Spring training in Arizona in 2014. Marjorie never had children of her own, but was as motherly and fostering as anyone I’ve known. She was delighted when Reid and Eddie were born, and she loved being their loving JoJo for 3 wonderful years. She would be crazy about our newest family member Zoe (photos posted). Her relationship to God was the top priority in Marjorie’s life, and she worked and prayed about it daily. Her dedication to her church was selfless and quite moving. I’m not a believer but I know that I, and all members of her circle of friends and family, benefitted from the grace and sense of self she developed over those many years of study and introspection. It made her the Marjorie we knew and loved.