Funeral Details

Aunt Marcine was one of the kindest, most welcoming, most loving humans I've ever met. Her door and heart were always open and I will never forget how she made sure to share memories and to offer a listening ear after Papa Nate died, though she was in mourning herself. Her memory is a blessing.

Stephen Courtright

I grew up in Pittsburgh but went to college at Brandeis University outside Boston. Neil was my roommate all four years. Freshman year, I made the 600-mile trek home for Thanksgiving - a lot of travel for a short, quiet weekend with my parents and some friends I was gradually leaving behind. The next year, Neil (Marcine, really) invited me to spend the holiday weekend with them and enjoy a big-family Thanksgiving Day at Aunt Glo and Uncle Len's home in New Jersey. That was the first of many Thanksgivings, High Holidays and other vacations that I spent with Marcine, Artie and - usually - Neil and Debbie. I was invited even if they weren't coming all the way from Chicago!

Artie and Marcine became my second parents. They welcomed me into their lives with an openness, joie de vivre, sense of humor and lack of judgement that were all new to me. By comparison, the other adults in my life were stodgy and old. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that I try to live my life in much the way that Art and Marcine lived theirs, with an open home and an open heart, a sense of humor, and a real interest in the young people who cross my path.

Tom Rosensweet

I've never encountered a teacher who got a greater compliment than Mrs. Weiner received in the summer of 1964. Her entire 1st Grade class - students and teachers - asked if she could teach them again in the 2nd Grade. I was the lone addition to the incumbent class and she managed not only to make me feel at home within 20 minutes but imagine what faced her, having me suddenly appear as I did a month or so into the school year. She was a wonderful, patient, relentlessly happy teacher and person and I was thrilled to hear from her on many occasions in the last 60 years. The 50th graduation reunion of that 1st Grade class (Class of '75) is next month and warm, loving memories of her will be central to that day. I offer my condolences to the family, but moreover, my thanks to you, for sharing her with us.

Keith Olbermann

Neil and Debra, and Artie…..
We have all lost the sweetest, most gentle soul. Hundreds of our children were blessed by her very presence in our lives. Marcine and Artie were my close friends; Marcine was the educational consultant of our religious school when i first arrived as Rabbi of Temple Beth Shalom in 1972. I didn’t know what i was doing, but she made me feel like i did.
I know we all can still hear her voice, picture her radiant face… the most beautiful woman, inside and out.
And Artie who loved her beyond words. I will always picture you with your tiny grill in the backyard, making dinner for us…then Marcine, in her deepest
Generosity, sharing a piece of cake baked by her Mother!.
The memories keep coming….her life is a continuing blessing.
With love, Eddie,
,

Edward Schecter

I will always remember the glow in Marcine’s eyes, and the warm embrace of her voice as she greeted each and every child daily in her classroom. Two of my own children had the great fortune of being in her kindergarten class, and I learned lifelong lessons from her by witnessing this daily. She became a mentor to me as I was becoming a teacher myself, and she used to say that “it is a teacher’s job to like —emphasis ‘really like’—each and every child”. I took that to heart and called upon it often even as I was teaching much older students.
It was such a gift and a blessing to have had her in our lives.

Barbara Schecter

Oh, I am so sorry to hear this! Mrs. Weiner was one of my favorite teachers ever. Everyone felt that way about her. I had her for first grade (1963-64), and our whole class loved her so much that we asked the principal if we could have her for second grade, too. And he said yes! So we did!! Mrs. Weiner was such a marvelous teacher – kind, patient, perceptive, funny, always cheerful, always asking wonderful questions. Best of all, she treated each one of us as if we were her own child. She seemed to love teaching us as much as we loved having her as our teacher. It says so much about her that these memories still bring joy more than half a century later. May her memory be for a blessing. She truly was one for all of us.

Cindy Barr