Book of Condolences

I first met Marilyn (and John) in 1961 at the Unicorn when my mother opened Ginger’s next door on Cumberland St. I no longer have the royal purple velvet dress from that time but do relish the little frog box which sits on my breakfast table. We reconnected only briefly over the years, but aside from her wonderful fashion sense, it is her vibrant laugh that will remain with me.