tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366969.post63795077872005406..comments2023-07-19T06:06:33.012-07:00Comments on Moe's misunderestimations: Marion Nellermoemoe99http://www.blogger.com/profile/02730518982394086828noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366969.post-91959214378660966342010-09-29T06:23:18.887-07:002010-09-29T06:23:18.887-07:00Lovely, Moe. Selves are pretty fragile. A friend o...Lovely, Moe. Selves are pretty fragile. A friend of ours was married to a city carrier who once suffered an epileptic seizure and fugued on the job. He drove across several states in his postal vehicle before he turned up in the Midwest somewhere.<br />It must have been terrible for Marion, not knowing what had happened.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366969.post-26065472422765357972010-09-27T22:54:03.711-07:002010-09-27T22:54:03.711-07:00There's something about Marions (as opposed to...There's something about Marions (as opposed to Marians). My cousin Marion (b. 1888) graduated from Smith in 1910, married her Dartmouth boyfriend, and went off with him to Boston to be a social worker. In my (very conservative) Philadelphia family (this was long before I was born), they were known as the 'parlor pinks.' She was the one who encouraged me to apply to Smith, and I still have one of her letters, with her distinctive large angular handwriting (much easier to decipher from about 3 feet away).<br /><br />Thanks for jogging my memory.<br /><br />Oliveodpnoreply@blogger.com