Dorene Richman
I guess I’ll select one of my oldest memories of Midge from when she still lived on Hoover. Sue Kelin and I were vice presidents of programming for AMIT back in the days when we had a monthly board meeting and also a program meeting every month.
We didn’t like the invitation postcards which the National office sent out, so Midge told me she would do the computer work to help me design attractive invitations. And help she did. We sat month after month for hours together, giggling and figuring out the prettiest font, the nicest graphic, the best layout. I always marveled at Midge’s patience and good humor, no matter how long we sat and worked. And I took away something that always brings her voice to mind—Midge taught me a word I sometimes use, a typical Midge word, and I hear her still: “Oopsie.”
I guess I’ll select one of my oldest memories of Midge from when she still lived on Hoover. Sue Kelin and I were vice presidents of programming for AMIT back in the days when we had a monthly board meeting and also a program meeting every month.
We didn’t like the invitation postcards which the National office sent out, so Midge told me she would do the computer work to help me design attractive invitations. And help she did. We sat month after month for hours together, giggling and figuring out the prettiest font, the nicest graphic, the best layout. I always marveled at Midge’s patience and good humor, no matter how long we sat and worked. And I took away something that always brings her voice to mind—Midge taught me a word I sometimes use, a typical Midge word, and I hear her still: “Oopsie.”