I only got to know Marge well in the last 20 years or so after mom died. Before that, I had been on the edge of get-togethers and euchre games and sometimes visited at Carmelle and Leroy's and Marge and Winnie would be there doing their paper cut-out art. Later, when dad moved to his apartment in Markdale, Marge and Carmelle would visit, sour cream pie in hand, always. And for the 6 years or so dad lived at Rockwood in Durham, my visits would extend to lunching with Marge, who lived across the street. She would hurry the woman who helped her, to get "the best" ham from the shops in town for our luncheon. And then she would tell stories of when she won a poetry competition in the US and even received an invite to go to the White House; I couldn't figure why on earth she didn't go! And during a visit home I was to take dad's old Oldsmobile to northern Ontario and it had sat too long over the winter at Rockwood, so Marge was quick to insist that I take her car. I grew up hearing that she was a stern taskmaster to students at Priceville Public School, but to me she always showed the soft, caring side and was staunch in her support of mom during her time across the street at Rockwood. Two years ago when Wayne and I visited, not only did she know our names instantly, but she was so excited to exclaim, "you've made my day...well, actually you've made my whole year!" Thank you Marge, for your kindness and for being my friend.