I am so happy to find this guest book and to pour into it my memories of Marjorie Dean Andruk. I felt very close to Marge; we had so much in common. We were both born in Baltimore, she 14 years before me. The dreams I dreamed, she lived. I wanted to draw. She went to the Maryland Institute and got her art degree. I wanted to draw for the Baltimore Sun. She worked at THE SUN doing photography with the famous Audry Bodine. I wanted to go dancing at the USO. Marge went dancing and met Dick Andruk, who charmed her right off her feet and held her for a lifetime.
All this time, I had never met Marge, but one Saturday I was in a workshop at the Art Center, and Marge was drawing there as well. I watched as she effortlessly created the image of our half-naked sitter on her tablet. I knew I wanted to know this magical person. I joined her class.
And for ten years I joined her classes, and entered the tent of love and knowledge and humor that Marge created around herself and everyone who knew her. Thank you, Marge, you lit up our lives while prodding us to be our best selves in every way. Love forever,