MARGE
.....BOYLE

MARGE BOYLE

Dear Darrell and Friends of Nancy,

I knew Nancy from Bread Loaf, from Larch, from the Larch well and the Larch porch. I arrived in 1968 and all the Larch women (Nancy, Sue, Jean, Jeannie, Louise) already had had a few years together, but they took me in, too, and initiated me into the ways wit and wisdom could meet. Nancy was probably the first real storyteller I ever met; certainly, she was the first Southerner I had ever met, and maybe the two go together. I loved listening to Nancy talk.

MARGE BOYLE MET NANCY AT BREAD LOAF IN 1986 

Over the years, I'd see Nancy at Bread Loaf reunions, in Vermont and sometimes in Virginia, and, once, I think, with Huretta in New Jersey. Most recently, I had the pleasure of enjoying Nancy's company at the reunion the summer before this. Despite all her many surgeries and her significant physical discomfort, Nancy was, as ever, game for whatever came up. Folks had arranged for a cabin on the campus to be at our disposal in case Nancy needed to rest during the day, but, as far as I could see, she used it to host wine and cheese parties each afternoon for the old gang. And Nancy could so quickly start, "Do you remember when . . .?" and off she'd go on a story I had long forgotten.

Nancy, indeed, was one of a kind, and I'll miss her, as we all will. She had a lovely spirit.

Marge