Anne Marie was the one who always knew what I did not: Where I was, where I was to go next, what I was to bring, what was the topic to be addressed. She also was the one always to coordinate with Charlotte, the one who followed up with expense-filing, and who helped with so many private matters – like what did the bill from the EDF (Électricité de France – the French electricity Company) really meant, how to get an insurance for the car, how one communicates with the company providing the internet connection. She kept a perfect filing system (I still have it and pull it out when people doubt that I am a well-organized person) and she kept up a six year struggle to keep my office neat and orderly. Along with Estelle and Emmanuelle she was an integral part of Les Trois Mousqueteuses that made me seem, sound and look better than I was.
Anne Mari, in spite of all the extra hours of work she put in, found the time to study for a degree at The Open University. And we had a running dialogue about her son, who had enough quick-silver in his veins to make me identify strongly with him.
All she did much beyond the call of duty, she did with grace and humor – and sometimes with the irony that made me keep at least one of my feet on the ground.
Anne Marie must have stories to tell – n’est-ce pas?
Anne Marie was the one who always knew what I did not: Where I was, where I was to go next, what I was to bring, what was the topic to be addressed. She also was the one always to coordinate with Charlotte, the one who followed up with expense-filing, and who helped with so many private matters – like what did the bill from the EDF (Électricité de France – the French electricity Company) really meant, how to get an insurance for the car, how one communicates with the company providing the internet connection. She kept a perfect filing system (I still have it and pull it out when people doubt that I am a well-organized person) and she kept up a six year struggle to keep my office neat and orderly. Along with Estelle and Emmanuelle she was an integral part of Les Trois Mousqueteuses that made me seem, sound and look better than I was.
Anne Mari, in spite of all the extra hours of work she put in, found the time to study for a degree at The Open University. And we had a running dialogue about her son, who had enough quick-silver in his veins to make me identify strongly with him.
All she did much beyond the call of duty, she did with grace and humor – and sometimes with the irony that made me keep at least one of my feet on the ground.
Anne Marie must have stories to tell – n’est-ce pas?