There was nothing that brought me pleasure, that Marjorie didn’t find a place in her generous heart to celebrate and support. (With the exception of mince pie, but that goes for pretty much everyone). I was in a rock band for a number of years recently that she adored and became den mother, cookie baker, and roadie to. She attended every gig, enthusiastically sang along to every song, then jumped up on stage to help me pack up my drum kit. For someone whose entire cd collection was broadway musical soundtracks, this was an act of pure, selfless love. She wrote a story about it for the Monitor a few years ago. https://www.csmonitor.com/The-Culture/The-Home-Forum/2017/1025/To-my-amazement-I-m-with-the-band