"That twinkle in his eye" was a repeated description of Marshall at his Celebration of Life.
I knew Marshall as a teenager. My family spent summers visiting at the Big House, playing hide and seek, swimming and water skiing in the lake. Good times. I saw Marshall over the years, not often, but enough to have a good chat. On the occasion of Emily's birthday (#60?), there was a beach cookout, with Molly and Linc, and lots of Wadhamses. Corn, pre-soaked in the lake, was roasting in the fire and Marshall was out in his boat with anyone who wanted to waterski. He motored in and suggested I ride along, and I did. After he had spun a skier off towards shore, he turned to me. "Come on, Bets, let's get you out there." Me: "Marshall I haven't water skied in over 40 years and I don't have a bathing suit!" Marshall: "Do exactly what I tell you and I will get you out of the water." Then he turned to a young niece in the boat, "you can wear her bathing suit!" (twinkle, twinkle). A towel curtain was held up. Clothing was exchanged, and i jumped in. I did exactly what Marshall told me, and I slid smoothly out of the water. 40 years evaporated. I bravely went back and forth over the wake, loving the glassy water. I could see Marshall grinning. Marshall loved - lived for - the beautiful, glassy water of Lake Champlain, and for making sure there was as much fun as possible.

Bernard Shaw wrote: "We don't stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing." Marshall had not grown old.