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Monday, November 21, 1988

[photo of Bobbi Martin] Bobbi Martin

Marian Kanter was a miracle worker. She
was able to heal, just by the sound of her
voice. She truly believed that laughter was the
best medicine for whatever ailed you, and she
was living proof of that for 92 years.

She liked even better being the remedy
dispenser. She'd say, "Remember, you heard
it here first."

Her husband, Harry, and her only son,
Harvey, stood at the center of her world,
but we all benefited living on the edge of her
joy.

I can't gaze down either side of Main Street
without thinking I'll surely see that little
five-foot-one figure with angel-white hair
whipping along at a marathon pace. Her quick
wit and ability to tell a joke would have left
Hennie Youngman in the wings.

On her 90th birthday, Harvey invited 400
people to the Radisson to surprise her. When
she arrived, she turned to her older sister and
said, "We gotta be in the wrong place, I don't
know this many people." When they assured
her she did, and they had all come to see her,
she said, "Then how are we going to feed all
of them?"