As a childhood friend of Liz's, I remember Lucille as a cultured woman of style. She was not the Beaver Cleaver Mom of the 50's, our childhood era. She seemed to enjoy and encourage with a glance my theatrical nature as I danced through her house while her favored Barbra Streisand music soared around us. A fiercely loving mother, I remember a comment she made to me on the day of Eli's bar mitzvah. "Claudia, I am glad you helped Liz choose her attire for this occasion. Liz looks gorgeous. The wrap looks elegant." I hadn't seen her in almost thirty years and she found a way to compliment me and her daughter in one breath. No gushing, just sincerity. My love to her family for their great loss.