Mary Louise Young

I'll always remember Mary as the mother, the hostess of Joseph Gereik Fine Art. I will miss her heart felt greetings and welcoming smile with every event!

Mary was my first friend when I moved to Tulsa. We met at that great little shop Brenda had on 41st St. She promptly sold me a menorah even though I'm not Jewish. I still have it to this day and I think of Mary every time I look at it. It' s true what Fran said , she was always "freshening up" things with a coat of paint and as we know she did love to shop but only if it was a "bargain". Mary would drive all way across town to save a dollar on protein bars. And it didn't matter one bit that they were 6 months past the "sell by" date. "Oh, I'm sure their fine," she would always say. Mary's dinner parties were the best. Those evenings were so special and I would give anything to sit at her table just one more time with a glass of red wine and her spinach lasagna. I miss her so much. She was good friend who was kind and caring and just plain fun to be with. No one will ever replace our Mary.

Mary Young — Forever “Do not go gentle into that good night.” Dear Mary, you always were a fighter and still arch over us weaker ones, providing food and shelter and words of wisdom. You were often ridiculous: painting the kitchen cabinets black then blue then white; scraping the wood floor, using chemicals that knocked you out. You always knocked us out with your generosity and good sense (despite a few malapropisms). Oh how we laughed during our single days: the guys who pursued you, the inescapable lure of your good humor and beauty. And then there came Joe, the man you needed, respected and kept close. Always Joe who treated Steven like a brother, brought love and stunning art to home and gallery, knew instinctively how to make a dusty van into a comfortable transport for Manly so he could ride in glory to the peace and dignity of Clarehouse and the woods he knew and loved. And you, you tucked me in with fluffy quilts in Tulsa, Los Angeles, New York City where, at first sight of the slums — you found them “interesting” even “charming” never shunning the destitute and down trodden. You danced at the first Cafe´-Bar on the North side, and when “called to the Bar” never flinched. You romped through Judith Anderson playing Hamlet (a horror worse than the Witches of Endor.) But Birnam Wood comes for us all — in disguise or in a naked thrust to the chest — even while, with weakened breadth, you still blast Trump and all injustice. And so we follow you, not gently but shouting: This is not fair! This will never do to lose so quickly so good a young friend! All my love, Fran Ringold

Mary represents all that is good in this world - and memories of her remind me to be like her. She was a thoughtful and caring friend I will never forget! My thoughts are with Mary's beloved family now and I hope my heart light provides some small comfort now. Love to you all ~Joy

I met Mary when I was 15 and had become friends with Cathy. When my ex husband went to Viet Nam, I rented an apartment not far from her house. Mary (and Tommy) always kept the welcome mat out for me to visit. We spent many lovely evenings enjoying wine together. Mary was beautiful, gracious and fun. Of course I would see her through the years at parties and it was always a joy to see her. She will be missed by all who knew and loved her.