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April 12, 2015
I somehow missed this all of these months. However, now that I know, of this gentle woman's passing, I wish to extend my condolences to the family of Maggie. I had such high respect for her.
To Annie, you are in my thoughts and prayers.

Bernice King-Strong
April 27, 2014
I'm saddened to hear of Maggie's loss tonight. Our daughters played together as children. May she rest in peace. Sincerely, Carolyn Beard Whitlow, Greensboro, NC
October 15, 2013
I did not know Maggie well, but I am proud to say that she she knew my name, and always made a point of saying hello when we met. She sang for a little time in Out Loud Chorus and I was so excited that she chose us! I had seen her first in action as the teacher of my friend's daughter. I watched the plays she directed, and saw pure genius in her casting. I watched her students bloom under her gaze and I knew that, had I stayed in education, I would have wanted to to be the teacher she was. And is. Death won't stop her teaching, and it will not stop us learning from her. My partner (who is 64) said, at her Memorial service, "Maggie taught me not to be afraid of aging." Maggie will still be our teacher, and I know that the love she had for Bill transcends time, transcends space, transcend death.
October 14, 2013
Maggie Goldsmith was my eighth-grade English teacher at Boynton Junior High School (that's what it was called back in 1964-65). I'm not sure if that was her first or her second year of teaching (if you know me, you know my long-term memory is woeful), but she was only ten years my senior (seemed like a lot more then), and can't have been teaching for long. I do not recall the names of most of the teachers I had throughout school; only a few made a mark that has stuck.

But I vividly remember Mrs. Goldsmith, with her bright blue eyes and long blond hair--stunning to look at, for starters. She taught us Greek mythology, which I had never much cottoned to but did my best to embrace under her enthusiastic guidance. She taught us a poem by Amy Lowell called "Patterns," which I recall to this day. And she had us keep a journal, which we were to name "Miscellany," a word I found utterly exotic as a 13-year-old. Eighth grade was the beginning of my lifelong journal keeping, and no doubt the start of my love for literature and writing, too. Mrs. Goldsmith was an inspiration.

One day in class, sitting with one arm wrapped around the back of her chair, Mrs. Goldsmith let go a huge sneeze, followed by a pinched shout of "Ouch!" A few quiet moments later, as we all stared and worried, she said, "Never sneeze with your arm holding onto a chair that way; I just wrenched the heck out of my neck": and I never have.

My return to Ithaca in 2010 closed many circles--coming home after forty years elsewhere, to live near Mom and my brother again, renewing ties with old Ithaca friends, living in the house I grew up in, reuniting with my dear high school friend and now s. otter, Arthur—so many early experiences revisited and resumed. When I learned that Maggie Goldsmith, performing in Ross's 2011 production of *A Midsummer Night's Dream,* was *my* Mrs. Goldsmith, I was overjoyed. I've seen her once or twice since that discovery, and we corresponded a little.

Today, I attended the moving celebration of her life at the First Unitarian Church (the church of my youth), which was jam-packed to standing-room-only with Maggie's family and family of friends. She was a prodigiously productive and generous woman, deeply loved and respected by her entire community. I am profoundly sad that her life ended too soon (at age 72).

It's been a month of terrible losses. But there are also gains. What matters lives on. The talents and gifts in me that Mrs. Goldsmith nurtured and watered sustain me to this day. I am so grateful she was my teacher all those years ago, and I will always cherish the chance I had to close that circle of friendship.
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