My friend Lisa [Walterskirchen] asked me about my first memory of Margie, and I don’t think I have one. It was more like she [Margie] was always there. She was this calm woman with well coiffed hair, who would do fun things with us, i.e., me, my brothers and sisters.
Sometimes she would take us to play on the swings at Madison Park [in Seattle]; other times we would feed the ducks or just take a “spin” in her car. Margie would give us joy with the small things.
Margie was always so calm, I thought that she was my mother’s younger sister. She was actually 13 years older.