Note from Margie Wolson

My memories of Claudia flooded throughout Thanksgiving weekend.  Everything I touched from a towel to dry dishes, the "Julia Child" mixing fork I used to mash sweet potatoes, the wonderful address book she gave me years ago with helpful listings of friend's and relatives birthdays was a loving reminder of my dear friend.

The weekly trip to the Farmer's Market where I bought fresh spinach and some beautiful watercress, not knowing what I would do with it and without Claudia to ask what she would do had me in tears.

Every where I look, I am reminded of her thoughtfulness, her humor, her capacity to share the joy she felt in life.  My heart goes out to you two.