It is curious…

how Our memories of people and experiences Past…..

become better as time progresses…..I mean our true feelings at the time were NOT as FABULOUS as we eventually make them…

I think of many a person whose husband or lover has died…well they all of a Sudden become saints…..

Olivia Dodge was a good friend of my Uncle Sumner’s (they travelled together on cruises, flew to Europe)

…she had a bit of money…her family owned Weyerhaeuser…..I think … …the lumber company in the Midwest,….and her father was one of the founder backers of Northwest Airlines which is now Delta…..

she had a lot of tragedies in her life…I think it was her sister…… who hung herself with piano wire in their basement……

Olivia – when I knew her lived at Dixie Slopes in St Paul…a fabulous pillared Mt Vernon looking house on a hill in West St Paul…..overlooking a man made lake that her family created….where Olivia had all the local kids come in and ice skate on….her area is now a Nature Preserve…..for everyone to enjoy…as she bought up all the property around the original house…..

I got to know her better when I was at Carleton…she had a guest house that is gone now …down from the hill….it was a FULL house…two bedrooms..full kitchen …..living room with FABULOUS fireplace…totally private……

She had been pushed into a marriage to a Socially liked man who had a good name but not much money …by her mother …Olivia was not the most gorgeous girl in the bunch but definitely one of the kindest and nicest …..he married her for her money according to my uncle….so the marriage did not last long…..

she many years later married this guy “Artie”…. who did give her a son…..who must have been 7 years old …about…when I entered the scene at Carleton….she told me ANYTIME I wanted to come up and stay in her guest house to do so

…which I did many a time….but….

I read one early Saturday morn when I came in alone…a letter on the kitchen table that Artie..who used the house for his office ….. asking for more of an allowance.. well it TOTALLY …..shocked me…..

I went up that evening and had cocktails with them in the Wonderful glassed room that overlooked the lake ….

and it was later that Artie came down as I had gone to bed….breathing heavily…saying that his first wife and his second – (Olivia) did NOT understand him

well needlessly to say … I threw myself into my car and motored off..

…as though I am Gay…to me it was SUCH a dishonest…immoral thing to do….I mean cheating….yeah yeah yeah…I know Most men do it…but I am totally old school….

this was in the late 60’s….

Olivia I heard eventually bought Artie a house in Maine…..and ALWAYS talked Saintly about him…

I would see her every year I went back to see my Uncle Dick…my godfather…I TOTALLY adored her for the crap she had to put up with in her life….she had such history…she gave her family’s house in St Paul to the Governor…she GAVE so much to the community…

his yacht was found with no one aboard………sailing listlessly ……off the coast from his house…..

his body never found…….

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