She prided herself on being the first woman to hold a driver's license in Town Plot, and was fond of the expression "watch my dust." As a flapper in the 1920s, she was also an early speculator in the stock market, as well as a championship bridge player.
He attracted more women than a shoe sale at Macy's. He got married when he was 18, but it didn't last. Freddie was no quitter, however, so he gave it a shot two more times. It didn't work out with any of the wives, but he managed to stay friends with them and their parents.
(H/T Jim Romenesko)
Virginia attended P.S. 3, an old mansion in Astoria, where the family dog Storm was allowed to stay in the principal's office until it was time to go home, where the canary "Lucky Lindy" awaited. Virginia grew up in a neighborhood peopled by America and Europe's diaspora: Italians who guarded the streets, Czechoslovakian neighbors who taught her how to knit with willow sticks and torn rayon stockings. Also shared by Civil War veterans, widows, and manufacturers who left the south and continued to trade with gold coinage after FDR established the Silver Standard.
I think some of you may wonder why I'm not posting this viral obit. For one thing, the photographic evidence of it that I saw listed her death date as Sept. 30, 2013. And for another ... I've read that the obit has since been taken off the Reno paper's site until further investigation. I am awaiting the results of that investigation. Be well.
Update: In the Reno Gazette Journal, an article elaborates on the situation, which seems to have been filled with undiagnosed mental conditions at best.
Her spirit is carried on by her six children, 17 grandchildren, three surviving siblings in New "Joisey", and an extended family of relations and friends from every walk of life. We were blessed to learn many valuable lessons from Pink during her 85 years, among them: