A remembrance by Christine DiNapoli “known by all as Chris and, of course, Thelma.”
I want to tell you about Marilyn's "silly" side, which she shared with me for 25 years. They're personal reminiscences I'll always have, but perhaps of interest to some.
When we met, we both lived in NYC, and worked together at Dell Magazines. Being cat people, we bonded quickly. Marilyn was the production manager, and I a crosswords editor (still am). About 12 years later, Dell was sold and Marilyn moved to Long Island to work for Barron's textbooks; I'd then moved to Long Island, and my mother and I would visit her often. My mom, Sophie, was always very "put together, upswept hair, jewelry and dressed to the nines. The first time Marilyn met her, she dubbed her Zsa Zsa, and from then on, till the day she passed, we called her Zsa Zsa.
Another time Marilyn and I were in a crafts shop, music started playing, and we began twirling each other around, lost in a shared world of laughter. We were always silly; the saleslady stood watching, open-mouthed. When we left the shop, Marilyn said these words that stayed with us till her passing.