Marilyn wasn’t the kind of colleague you lost touch with. Despite the physical
distance, over her years as The Jerusalem Post’s New York correspondent, her
involvement in the work and lives of her fellow staff members couldn’t have been
more intensive if she had been in the next cubicle.
And, even after she
left her position, the involvement remained.
Three years ago, when I took
on writing a huge cover story for the Post
magazine on the issue of Holocaust
stolen art, I turned to Marilyn as one of the world’s foremost authorities on
the subject and bombarded her with basic questions.
As per her
magnanimous disposition, in long, well-thought out e-mails over many weeks, she
responded with not only the information I needed, but questions I should be
asking and even follow-up questions based on the answers she knew I’d be
When the article finally appeared and I sent it to her with a
thank you note, she graciously responded that I had done her proud by covering
the subject extensively and in the manner it deserved.
Without saying it,
however, we both knew that she would have written it better.