Lillian P Smith

We think of Lillian often as we were very close during the years we lived in New Orleans. She was chic, kind and a great friend.

What can I possible say that has not been said. Lillian was a mother, sister and great friend to Lynn and me while we lived in New Orleans years ago. We spent many hours with her at her gorgeous home in the Quarter. Just seeing these photos after many years brought back fabulous memories of her charm and that contagious southern accent to recognizable as hers. RIP

Jack and Lynn Cohen
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Hi Family,

This is Jules, the chauffeurs son, Julius McKaskill. Often, I speak so highly of your family. In conversation with my girlfriend she googled your mothers name and discovered of her death. Your family have my deepest sympathy. I remember as a young boy visiting your home while my dad worked. I was always welcomed by your gentle, loving mother. I remember my dad picking Carol and Susie up from school. I am really sad today. Please call me if you'd like to talk....

Dear Carol,

Please accept my deepest condolences for the recent death of your wonderful mother. Being in your brother's class at Newman, I learned that your glamorous mother had a heart of gold and the inner strength of steel. Your tribute and those of her many friends and relatives remind me of how very fortunate we all were to have benefitted from her exemplary life.

May God bless and comfort you and Susie and all your family.

With deepest sympathy,
Cecile...

The Pulitzer family and ours go back a long way in deep friendships. How well I remember Black Lillian with her great joy of life. That entire generation of the family was special --- each in their own way... and I feel privileged to have my wonderful memories of them.
My thoughts are with the family.
Jacque Segall Caplan

As a young child, it was very confusing to me at family events, as I was introduced to my Aunt Lillians. "This is your Aunt Red Lillian, this is your Aunt Black Lillian. This is your Aunt Lillian." I would not have been quite as confused had my Aunt Black Lillian been consistent with her hair color and I don't even have memories of her having black hair. As I grew older, and I was finally able to keep the Lillian's straight in my mind, I would recognize my Aunt Black Lillian for her...

I remember spending days with my grandmother Hilda Cohen with her.

Carol, your mother was a dear and special lady. She was admired and loved by all who knew her.The 700 block of Barracks St. in the French Quarter has not been the same since she left. Condolences to you and Susie.