There's a story to tell about the most remarkable of women nay of persons of any sex. She makes a lasting impact on all who know her As I moved out west They kept telling me Go check up on Marge she lives somewhere near you So I checked the phone book and sure enough, she's there, but when I call Lower Trail, they are sojourning in Richmond A year or two passes by, we finally connect. "Come by for a visit we're busy but can spare a few moments for a chat" At eleven pm wined and dined with pizazz I've met the whole family, Bill, Hazel, and Maggie. Margery May, the most obscure of relative step grandmother this and thrice removed that but to us she is "auntie" But more than that we are bonded by strengths that far exceed mere blood she is to us related by love Let me describe her, it won't take a minute... Tall and dramatic, a beauty now (what a number she was at twenty) Hair thick as straw eyes that sparkle in jest a ready smile, teeth that blind a pert pout, Wow! Good work, Frank, sign me up! She has a figure that impresses the gals at tennis and can beat all challengers except when the achilles malfunctions, in which case she'll beat you on crutches. Marge has the knack of making any tract house a palace worthy of display in Architectural Digest A cook without parallel, even including my wife, mother, and sister all of whom could prepare for the French Chef with four stars. Life isn't always easy, Marge will confirm but the test is to come out on top in spite of adversity. How much can she give? We've never seen the end, ask any poor person in Big Sur or the lonely child on Hilby Marge has administered the cure and care and help to many less fortunate, who must remember her years after. "Who was that masked man" they ask, as she disappeared into the sunset in her SL-190, they won't forget either. A person without fault. It's not possible, you say. But Marge is as close to perfection as anyone since Jesus, Amen And it just isn't us. They all love you, every friend, distant relative, patient, and husband What a gift you are to all of us. But you may think, what are they up to. What do they want? to say all those nice things. Yes, its true We have an ulterior motive. We have a favor to ask, a small favor for someone like you We ask your solemn pledge that when we are old and grey, at least past eighty seven and too feeble to do it or to care one way or the other. and when we can't button up or work the commode...... Will you come and take care of us.