Tributes and memories have also been offered since the funeral:
‘Courage wants to laugh, and Margie brought a sort of splendid sourness to her long battle with cancer. “It would be churlish not to fear death,” Margie wrote in Cancer Curmudgeon — her blog, an exceptionally clear-eyed, occasionally churlish witness to her medical travail, her gallant way both to make meaning of the absurd and to thumb her nose at it.
Always the generous hostess, Margie’s piquant humor, it seems to me, was the consummate expression of something essential about her: her civility. It made her painful leaving of life bearable for us. She is/was/forever will be singular in the imaginations of those who loved her. An unabashed combination of curiosity and moxie, Margie was, as we say in America, one Great Gal.’
‘Thank you for the call [Marjorie's friend Pat called many people to tell them of her death]. It was touching to be remembered by Marge after over 40 years — but typical. There are few humans of my acquaintance whose image is so fresh & vivid in my mind. I remember her hugs — though her kisses were for Bobby.
An American humorist from long ago once said “a stranger was just a friend he hadn’t met yet”. Once Marge met & liked a stranger, that stranger was on her list life long.
I docked at Marge’s commune most Sundays. Allegedly a lunch destination for my daughter — when she was too young to be aware of her environment — Marge’s company was the motivation for me (it certainly wasn’t the food in those years). She would be up & about though the household was usually stone quiet.
While Marge’s life was always full of drama, my most dramatic experience with her was when I needed a boat & captain for a risky mission. My nephew Artie Ross spent a year in London during the early 70s producing a documentary on Chaplin, as the facilitator for Bert Schneider. Bert produced in Hollywood: The Monkees, The Last Picture Show, Easy Riders, Five Easy Pieces, The King of Marvin Gardens etc. He was equally well known as the financial patron saint for the notorious & controversial Black Panthers. The co founder of the Panthers, Huey Newton, had worn out his welcome in his Mexico refuge hiding out from a murder indictment in the States. Bert recruited my nephew to move Huey from Mexico to Cuba on his 60` motor sailer that Bert equipped with new diesels, radar etc. Cuba was viewed as Huey’s only safe haven from extradition.
Unfortunately, their first night out sailing from Miami en route to Mexico, the boat sank. Bert panicked as Huey was at risk to either be extradited to the US or arrested in Mexico for new infractions. After hourly calls from him as to why I couldn’t find a replacement boat & captain in Miami (cost being of no concern), I appealed to Marge.
She instantly said the “Pirate” could do it. He was a periodic house guest after his trips from Columbia with “cargo”. Marge managed to intercept him in Jamaica and successfully recruited him for the task subject to Marge vouching that my guarantee for payment, and reimbursement if his boat was confiscated in Havana, was good. All went well and there was an extra special party when the “Pirate” arrived in Miami.
I think Marge viewed life as a party. Her task was to see that no one stayed home. I’m sure her new job is at St. Peter’s knee making sure everyone who enters joins the fun.’
‘Marge was a wonderful friend. She was born into a privileged and neglectful family, as I was. We first bonded at summer school when we were thirteen, and realized no one had ever taught us to hang up or put away our clothes. Our room was such a shambles that on visiting days, other students brought their parents to see our room. I think of Marge as the energizer turtle; never rushing, but outlasting everyone, never stopping to say “I’m tired” even though she sometimes got a little grouchy.
We shared many adventures at college, in Miami and other places. She was the perfect traveling companion except for the times she lost her keys, passport or whatever. In Miami she hung out with ne’er do wells and social rebels but managed to get her PhD in early childhood training. A magical transformation took place when she moved to London where she turned into a world traveller, knowledgable in cooking, wine, hotels, plays; the go-to person for the latest information about everything. Aways generous, her home was open to everyone, as was her fridge and her pocketbook. Her relationship to her body was extraordinary, as was proved by her blog. Someone once said of Marge “if she fell down the stairs she would say ‘what’s that noise’?”. And so it was; her illness merely a noise that distracted her from the things she loved; her family, her friends, her food. We will miss her.’
Also, David Finkle’s obituary can be found at: http://huffingtonpost.co.uk/david-finkle/unforgettable-characters-_b_903580.html
This concludes Marjorie Walker’s blog: 100 posts.