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| Name | Barbara S. Moore |
| Date of Birth | January 4th, 1948 |
| Date of Death | October 28th, 2014 |
| Home Town | Trenton, NJ, US |
| Other City | Washington, DC, US |
| Favourite Saying | "She was never bored" |
| In Memoriam Donation | Heifer International |
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| Children | Lucia Moore |
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Dearest Barbarini, how I miss you. You were one of my dearest friends ever and I'll never forget you. xxx
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Sending love, Martha <3 I have your portrait of her in my hallway. Thanks for your message.
Dear Lucy, 3 years have passed and only just saw your messages. So deeply happy too read them. Sending love and I'm in London - my email is [email protected]
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Missing you, my wonderful friend. To Maggie and Lucie, I'm in London and would love to see you anytime. I'm easy to find as I use my name, very simply, on social media. What a visionary your Mum was. And so loving.xxx
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I miss you, Barbara. I think of you so much. Nothing like your loving friendship and laughter.
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Dear Barb,
We honor you today as every day.
Over the weekend, mags, dad and I visited the museum and spent some time with Calder and Pollock. You would love the new(ish) blue rooster sculpture on the tower level! We had lunch at the cafeteria like we alll used to. I busted out your Yohji combat boots and your commes classic navy jacket. It felt so powerful to emote your incredible style which influences me in every aesthetic decision. Love you so much.
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Dear Lucy, and your sweetness and originality and the joy and love you and Maggie gave your Mum. Just so lucky we all got to spend time - your Mum made me laugh more than anyone on Earth and I can still see her with that twinkling wit in her eyes and blazing warmth. I loved, love her.
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Dear Martha, I feel so lucky to have had time all together. Thank you for your beautiful words. They are so meaningful to hear.
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Missing mom a ton this week as we prepare to sell the home where we grew up. Knowing we made the most of our time together there is a small conciliation.
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I loved your home where your Mum made me feel so welcome and like family. Love those leaves on the carpet. And visions of spaniel friends .... and pizza. xxx Just remember, a home is a shell - it's you that counts the most. xxx
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Dear Barb:
Today was Flower Mart. It was cold and rainy. Not at all like that hot hot hot day you and I stood by the Lu and Lu Card Display hoping the finely packaged cards would catch the imagination of the throngs.
We were so sun burned that afternoon. You drove us home in the Blue Volvo. Everyone who dared pass us got the finger. Your angry driver mode was hysterical. The girls in the back seat didn't care a wit. They just gabbed away. What fun.
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Wore Mom's amazing Alexander Wang clutch this weekend to a wedding! (With the classic red nail, of course!)
Hilary has a matching one. We found it at random popping into the theory store in East Hampton. I remember her saying, " This is very strange, but I need it." We left it there and she went back to buy it later. It has served me well and will continue to be a bag I use always!
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Channeling Barb today- can only illustrate through a selfie as we don't really have a mirror in the office! Wearing Barb's warm and chic navy sweater w. the two buttons that we bought together in EH. She made it look quite dashing but I'm doing my best, as she recommended, over a button-down shirt and with my bronze oxfords, inspired by B, of course. Sending love from Maine, where it's starting to feel like winter!
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Although our Barb was not a huge fan of cooking, I continually cook her dishes at home to think of her as I give myself nutrients that she would have given me emotionally with her endless love and support.
This week I made "Barb's sauce," which is a simple pasta sauce to be served over greens or angel hair pasta (she would have said--semolina pasta ONLY!)
Red Sauce:
I onion, thinly sliced
2-3 cloves of garlic
2-3 stalks of celery
1 cup of water
1/2 cup of red wine
4 tablespoons of good olive oil (buy a small bottle of good stuff rather than a large bottle of bad)
I-2 tablespoons of tomato paste (also get good quality, small amount)
I eight-ounce (ie small) can of cooked, diced or quartered tomatoes
Salt to taste
25-30 baby carrots
Chop the onion, carrots and celery.
Put a casserole-type or otherwise ceramic or stainless interior-pot on medium-high (ie just slightly hotter than medium) flame/heat— and heat 4 tbsp olive oil in it.
When oil is heated, throw in the onion, carrots, and celery. Saute them until the onions are golden, which can take 10 mins or so, and remember to toss them gently, repeatedly, while cooking.
Now throw in the garlic and let it blend its flavor into the onions and celery for 2 minutes.
Add about 2 cups of diced/sliced tomatoes (not the juice) and blend with the vegetables, stirring for 2 minutes.
Now add water and wine. Mix, blend, let mixture get to low boil and keep it going that way for 5 minutes.
Now add tomato paste— one tablespoon at a time, blended into the mixture until you get the consistency/thickness you want. Remember, don’t make the sauce thick— it will taste like a horrible giant tomato! You want just enough to make the sauce a teeny tiny bit thicker than water. That’s all 2-3 tablespoons should do it.
Add salt to taste.
Now get the sauce to be at a low boil-- a simmer!-- and simmer the sauce for 20-30 minutes.
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"Honey...he's like a fine cashmere" ...Is what Barb described me as to Hilary. There's not much else to say...but that is such a Barb thing to say...and of course she compared me to a luxurious material such as Cashmere...The ultimate compliment.
I remember first meeting her and thinking how intense and to-the-point she was, and really loving that. I see so much of her in Hilary, Maggie, Lucy and even baby Avery. I truly believe Barb is always with us...she's everywhere around us...always.
Putting together the memorial video was one of the hardest things i've ever done...there was just so much to fit into 2 minutes from such a beautiful, inspirational, and FIERCE woman. I think of you always Barb and miss you very much!
Love
Noah
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Barb is in my thoughts every day, especially when I sit in my "reading nook," formerly the dining alcove in our apartment. The walls are collaged with prints of images from Instagram, moments of life, some of which I experienced with Barb and others that I sent to her to share what life was like in Maine. When we moved up here in 2007, Barb gave me the idea to create a "room of my own," a cozy writing nook of sorts. It is filled with my first sofa (reupholstered in grey duck cotton, by Barb), our original dining table, now a desk, a rug we found online (wool with a beautiful abstract floral pattern), and all of our books. So many memories just in this one space. It's no coincidence that I feel most like myself- and most inspired right here.
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I got to meet Barb twice, at my brother Noah and Hilary's rehearsal dinner and wedding, and I thought she was the coolest. We sat at the same table at the rehearsal dinner and loved chatting with her and her family. I heard so many great things about her before meeting her, and grateful I had a chance to chat and meet her when I did.
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I thought I'd share a note Barb wrote me a number of years ago - when I read it I can hear her voice...missing you every day Barb.
"Paris was much colder than we expected, so my idea of drifting around looking tres chic in my summer frocks was totally flattened, and all of us spent the whole time in the same pair of clothes (and a raincoat for me that Lucy stuffed into her bag), trying not to freeze or be washed down a French sewer drain. It wasn’t that bad, but rain always brings down the level of pleasure in the City of .....Light! However, it also allowed us time to SHOP. So when the boys went to the tour of the sewers, the Bateau Mouche, and the Military Museum, Lucy and I headed for Yohji and Isabel Marant. I got: a perfect white men’s shirt (woman’s, however) at Le Bon Marche). Then I got, at Yohji (two doors from our apartment, in the 6th): a black felt fedora you’ll love; a navy winter coat; an olive green cotton quilted (with turquoise leather top area and like Burmese print lining and fake sheep wool, wide collar/hood) vest— I just could not let it sit in the store!); a pair of black Chloe shoes, like a child’s ankle strap flat, but with a bit of a heel inside it (‘ll try to find a pix), a pair of Y’s boots (below the knee, with a sock material sticking out of the top— quite charming actually and very light), and a Japanese scarf— gray with navy trim— that reminds me of Midnight Paradise (the movie—cub scout scarves). Lucy got some Isabel Marant basics that are just lovely. Let’s see if I can find pix. Our apt was at the cross of the rue des Saint-Peres and the rue de Grenelle.
I think I could shop Paris for the rest of my life."
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Not sure I can list only one memory... so many over these almost 69 years. There are the little girl memories of spending the night together swooning over Jonny Mathis songs or going to Atlantic City to spend time on the beach with Barb's grandmother, Ginny. Fast forward to having Maggie at Washington U and having Barb come visit stay with us. Another slumber party!!!!
To say I miss her is a grand understatement. xxx marcia
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I'm so lucky that mom typed (yes on a typewriter) and sent me letters for many of my early years and milestone. Reading her writing makes me feel like she's right here. This excerpt is from a letter she wrote to me in June 1998, right before I started my Freshman year at Wash U. I especially love this timeless advice "... make sure when you iron something, you match the iron temperature to the fabric...put your laundry away when it's done or you'll end up with a towering inferno of unmatched socks."
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On a week like this, when I'm missing mom so much it hurts, I always pull out my box of old letters. Mom was the best about finding and sending the cutest, funniest cards... often complete with magazine clippings or drawings. I love this one she sent me my second year in NYC.
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