Marjie was one of my closest dearest friends. We met when we shared a 4 berth cabin on The Castel Felice in 1963. She and her older sister Jannie had been touring some of Europe and were returning home. I was emigrating to Sydney for £!0.00 as many other Poms did at that time. We became very good friends and I spent many happy times with the Donnison family who were just wonderful people. I have now been back in the UK since 1967 but we kept in touch and met when it was possible. I stayed with her in Venice, Cortina and in Bromley when Michelle was born. Also more recently John and I stayed at the lovely house she shared with Pete in St Ives. I was devastated last Friday to hear that Marjie had so tragically died and still like Howard feel she is still around. Marjie was a lovely woman ,vibrant, artistic, funny, humane, loving etc etc. She will be sadly missed by so many people all over the place. Rest in peace dear friend and know that you are greatly loved by all your friends and familyXXXXXXXXXXX Mary Maskell Uxbridge UK

Marjie is my Friend. And friendship is the highest accolade a human being can bestow upon another. She is a woman of complex thought, feeling, emotion, aspiration and love. She is a woman who has enriched everyone touched by her common sense, straight talking, delicious sense of humour and her razor sharp enquiring mind. She is truly the international woman who treads the pavements of the world with equal ease and confidence, for her Friends are there as well.l We first met in London in 1968 just after her first daughter Michelle was born and together with our mutual friend, Helen Coles who later became my wife, became a formidable trio. Over the years we spent many long evenings listening to J S Bach, Mozart and Beethoven’s sublime mathematics expressed in their music; ‘philosophising’ and drinking good wine, the while swapping tales of the good old days and of the good times. Times are always good for us. Marjie’s cup is always half full, it being half empty is just a big no-no. Dear reader, please forgive me for writing in the present tense about our Friend, it is only a few hours since the numbing news of her bodily death assailed my ears. But as the Greek philosopher Epicurus wrote to his Friend and pupil Menoeceus in 453 BCE:“Get used to believing that death is nothing to us ... since when we exist death is not yet present, and when death is present, we do not exist. Therefore it is relevant neither to the living nor the dead, since it does not affect the former, and the latter do not exist ...” Marjie is alive and well in my heart and memory. The tears that blur my keyboard as I type are a mere selfishness therefore. So long as I – so long as we all – remember her she cannot die. Her daughters, Michelle and Arianna, and her grandchildren, Gracie, Liam, Jake, Corey, Charlotte, Lucas, Freya and Hamish. are even luckier than we, for every time they look into the mirror they will see her reflected back at them. When they smile so will she. Marjie is part of them and she will live on forever in them and their children, generation upon generation until the end of all things. ‘Til later Dear Marjie. ‘Til later. Howard Laurence Ward Blewbury England