VICTORIA THAYER STARR

Another year gone by -- and I still wonder : How can someone who was so forceful, so impressive, so skilled and so admirable have left ? * * * The answer is immediate. She hasn't. Our memories keep her with us. Vicki, thank you for so much. So many things remind me of you !

I am Dinah Starr, Vicki's sister, the author of a prior tribute. Around this seventh anniversary of her passing, I am moved to share some memories.

So many memories of our childhood, our parents and our life together. We shared the same landscape, the same books, the same shmoo families. (For those of you unfamiliar with shmoos, you might be interested to Google the Wikipedia article) Our mother painted Easter eggs and trays and a toy box for us and our father crafted wooden toys...

Today as I composed an e-mail that included a picture of Bársony and Betyár cuddling -- yes, two cats; yes, I live in Hungary -- Vicki's phrase popped into my head. "The Fuzz send purrs." *** So many other turns of speech that were, that are, that ever shall be hers. Chapeau, Mme Starr, je t'embrasse très fort.

The Cybercats are chasing each other with joy at your visit, Alex. There's plenty to do up there, but they're still happy to hear from an earthling. Yes, Vicki is always present for those who knew her well - and she made sure that those she wanted to did! Thanks for that too, Vicki.

The Cybercats are chasing each other happily at your visit, Alex! Plenty to keep them busy up there, but they love hearing from earthlings too. Vicki will always be present for those who knew her well - and she made pretty certain that you did, if she wanted you to! Thanks for that too, Vicki.

How odd. I came inside from a sweaty hour of grubbing up dandelions here in Körmend -- Hungarian dandelions, "pitypang", and no, digging and tugging, I felt none -- just now to find the e-mail that sent me to this site. As I worked I had been thinking, reminiscing with the usual mix of fondness and exasperation, about Vicki, ignorant at any conscious level that today is the anniversary of her deathday. *** She made, she makes, her presence and her absence felt.

My thanks to...

In loving tribute to my sister Vicki Starr
Vicki read and travelled widely, and had a keen interest in many different ubjects. She was a vivid presence, a lively conversationalist with a repertoire of good stories. As a teacher at Moorestown Friends School ('62-'70) she stimulated and inspired her students. She was a talented sculptor, and studied for a while in Rome under Peter Rockwell (the son of Norman Rockwell). She took beautiful photographs. She transformed her place in...

Lucky to have been, to be, one of Vicki's 'anciens eleves', as she introduced me to her francophone mates -- she gladly shared. And she had so very much to share!

A born teacher, she was. I miss her.

We sleep under her quilt now. It's a happy remembrance.

It is with great sadness that I have learned of the passing of Vicki. My family and I met Vicki in Chinon France in the early 80's. We initially met at Church and became friends. She was a unique person, full of energy and we all loved to listen to her telling us the numerous experiences she encountered in her life. We loved her house in Chinon and were amazed of what she did with it. Seeing somebody from another country so dedicated in what she was doing locally made us realized how special...