I'm so sorry to learn Marjorie is gone. I worked with her as a copy kid at The CSM about 1,000 years ago, or so it seems. She was always kind and thoughtful and happy. She had depth and scope, something most of us lacked at that age. We went to see Mary Poppins together and laughed over it for a month, imagining all the somber and serious editors we worked with as characters from the movie. When I moved to CT for another job, I was so lonely. And there was Marjorie, coming to visit and going out of her way to cheer me up. We got in touch again later in life. She was back at The CSM and I was at a magazine in NYC. We talked several times (she was totally in love with her husband and his family) but never met up. Another regret on my list. She was a brilliant writer, an imaginative thinker, and a kind, supportive friend. I've enjoyed looking at the photos--am I wrong or did she look almost the same (which means very good) at every age?! I wish I'd had a final laugh with her.