Remembering Marjorie Sentenac

Born to Hungarian immigrants in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, Marjorie Sentenac was a saucy gal with a heck of a sense of humor.

Five foot two with (sparkling!) eyes of blue, she adored dancing, Clark Gable, and a day at the beach.

Margie, as she was affectionately known, grew up in a coldwater flat in Brooklyn, the youngest of four sisters.

Those were the pre-World War II war days, and parties, dances, dinners, and laughter were the joys of their youth. Now, the four Goch sisters are reunited in heaven — “having a ball” again, as Marge liked to say.

Cute as a button, Margie was known for pink lipstick, blonde curls and a Brooklyn accent that never lost its edge. She loved ducks and clowns and shopping.

She made a world famous pot roast, knitted the warmest of socks, and was always a good sport.

To Marge, being a mom and grandmother was her world. As she once wrote: “I’ve been blessed with a wonderful family, my sisters, their husbands, their children, etc. etc., and to top that off, the best friends anyone could have, and to me that’s what life is all about. If you have all this, you are wealthy.”

A survivor of breast and colon cancer, Marge was tough — stubborn to the last. She lived to nearly 94, and passed away peacefully in her Hampton Bays home, leaving this world only after the people she loved the most were able to see her and say goodbye.

Margie is survived by her three children, Kevin (who lived with and took care of her), Carol, and Dennis; her granddaughter, Hannah; and her beloved dog, Frankie.

She was preceded in death by her infant daughter, Diane; her husband, Octave; and her sisters Anne, Marion and Fran.

While we’ll miss her terribly, we can see her now, smiling, laughing, cruising through the clouds in a pink Thunderbird convertible — Tony Bennett serenading her from the stereo.

We raise a whiskey sour (her favorite) to her memory. Happy homecoming, Grammie.