Marjorie was like a soul-mate to me in middle school and high school in Glen Ridge. I still know her old Glen Ridge telephone number, and we graduated high school over 40 years ago - that is how frequently we spoke! I am so grateful for her warm friendship, easy, contagious laugh, and sensitive, insightful intelligence. When I read these tributes, I am so happy Marjorie had such an appreciative husband, family, and co-workers surrounding her. May you all know she spoke with much joy and happiness when talking about her family and work. I have many, many memorable moments with Marjorie, but one of my funniest memories is from 7th grade art. We were working with the "dark room" to produce a piece of art, and neither one of us had experience with photography. When it came time to enter the dark room, we opened the door to the dark room with our pieces of art in our hands. It shut behind us. We stood paralyzed as we could not see anything at all. Marjorie quipped, "I did not know the dark room was THIS dark". We stood there, laughing but unmoving, wondering how in the world we were supposed to do anything is such blackness. Finally the teacher heard us and opened the door with an exasperated admonishment. We had simply entered the little chamber (there is probably a more educated term for this) that precedes entry to the darkroom and did not know there was another door we were supposed to open. I still laugh when I think about it. More recently, I asked Marjorie for a recommended list of non-fiction books to read. She produced a magnificent list, with eloquent descriptions of each book. It was beautiful. Thank you for all you gave me, dearest Marjorie. Cathy