I am saddened to report that Irene died in the early hours of Monday, March 8th. She passed peacefully and at home in the care of hospice and surrounded my her friends, family and song.
She wanted to return to the earth as naturally as possible. We will gather in Rhinebeck, NY, this Monday to bid farewell to her physical body. This will be in a rustic setting so please dress appropriately. We are in the beginning stages of planning a June 10th memorial tribute to celebrate her amazing life.
Thank you, in the meantime, for all your condolences and kind thoughts.
Irene was the granddaughter of social philosopher Herbert Marcuse, an accident of birth that informed a lot of her life. She is survived by her daughter Tabitha Silver, her parents Peter & Frances Marcuse, her brothers Harold & Andrew, her ex-husband Philip Silver and her future grandson Theo Shaver.
She has lived all over the United States, including New Mexico, California, New York and worked as a medical technician, long distance telephone operator, house cleaner, waitress, painter, door & wallpaper hanger, bead stringer, proofreader, and editor before receiving an MSW in social work from Columbia University. She was the Assistant Director of Morningside Retirement and Health Services before becoming a full time writer.
Paula Chichester
Irene loved color. she was a great artist
Irene loved words. she was a great writer
Irene loved to read. she loved Outlander stories
She could put words and colours to together to make happy feasts for the eyes and for the mind.
I'm so lucky to have one of her quilts. I cherish it. so special, so beautiful.
super creative
lover of people and life
although challenges could be hard sometimes
fun to be with
caring
a good listener
a deep thinker
good conversations!
smiles and laughter
tender-hearted and brave
I sure she helped many people with her caring instincts and wit.
I miss her --- although I know she is on her way to another great gig and will light the life wherever she goes with that curious love of hers.
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Joyce Willis
I cannot imagine my life without her. She lives 5 blocks from me and we spent many hours together. Of course my grief cannot compare with Tabitha’s
macallmoran
Love, Molly
mary.woodyard
(we all loved our italic osmiroid ink pens; the lack of capitals is homage to e.e. cummings)
The poem by e.e. cummings is
(sitting in a tree--)
o small you
sitting in a tree
sitting in a treetop
riding on a greenest
riding on a greener
(o little i)
riding on a leaf
o least who
sing small thing
dance little joy
(shine most prayer)
jwinstonian
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