Tuesday, August 15, 2017
I remember traveling down the highway in Uncle Jonny's wooden sided convertible to Old Greenwich. THere were days at the shore, music from Uncle Dexter and lots of gabbing with my mother Marge.
We found out later that she won the spelling dictation contest for Cornell several times. On her 85th birthday party we talked for some time about current events, family and work. She was one of the brightest and kindest persons I've ever met.
Love, Bob White
