Barbara, Barbie, and her parents, Gwen and Charles, lived next door to my parents when I was born in Worcester Park, just outside London. She was my first babysitter, which I don't remember, and I was one of her bridesmaids, which I remember very well. What a thrill for a 12 year old girl to be part of that elegant wedding ceremony with Barbie and Dennis looking so happy and so handsome. When I came to America, Barbara and Dennis had preceded me by several years. I came to New York and stayed in New York, so we met up only rarely, but remained in touch by mail, and later email, each Christmas. I was always so pleased to hear about events in David's and Cindy's lives, and then to learn about their children and their exploits. It was clear how much pleasure Barbara got from spending time with her extended family, and, as time went on, how much she appreciated the ways in which they looked out for her. I send them all my love and my condolences to them for the loss of a loving and proud mother and grandmother.