Enid is gone but Enid lives on in her extraordinary books, the exquisite marriage of word, image, and craft.
Enid bubbled over with energy and as everyone who knew her can testify she was an energetic instigator of projects and experiences that drew us in her wake. From the first moment when I viewed one of her gorgeous creations I longed to be a part of them. When she chose two of my poems to be in her books it was an honor and a joy. I have them on my shelf to call her up. How fortunate we poets were to have such a fairy godmother and how fortunate all of us were whose lives she enriched with her art.
With love and gratitude and condolences to Eugene and the children.