I met Mary in early 70’s…One time she invited me over for dinner when she lived in an uninsulated shack at Jambo. She had just gotten her pot belly stove going but there was frost on inside of walls. We had to snuggle under all her covers, with our clothes on while it warmed up and then she made us food. we ate leftover meat from the taxidermy shop she worked at. You never knew what kind of critter it was but it always tasted good!