April 1927
“There is no such thing as a coincidence,” Mother always said. Others—those removed from our immediate lineage—who felt a bit different about the ways of the world dismissed her as overly fretful, vacuous and frivolous; she lived to be 104. As the sun is soon to set on my 84th year, I perish any thought of living to see my 105th birthday, for then I am sure to expire at the age of 10...
