I met Vicky in Rome, Italy in 1974 at St. Paul's Within-the-Walls. I was first a professional soprano in the choir, and later became Secretary in the Church Office. Vicky was an active member of our merry band of ex-pats from all over the world. I apartment sat for her one Christmas holiday, and left her apt. keys in a taxi -- she was not a happy camper (neither was I). Complicated new locks, etc., etc. I lost touch with her when she moved to France. BUT!!! About three years ago, when I learned she'd moved to Hingham, MA --just up the road from where I grew up in Scituate, MA, we re-connected. I took her to lunch one wintry afternoon while I was visiting my mother, and also visited her at her beautiful home. I watched her meditation garden come into being, as well as her smashing iron-gate, for which she, herself laid the cement. Vicky is a power of example in my life -- she absolutely faced life head-on and always with a dry wit that never quit. I am sorry to learn, so belatedly, that she has left this dimension -- I had hoped to see her again this summer. Godspeed, Vicky!!!