Marianne's mother came to our house yesterday, to visit for the last time. When she died, she left her body to a medical school and the cremated ashes have just been returned. We're making arrangements to reunite her with her husband, William Christian Porter, in a cemetery in Fort Indiantown Gap.
When Mrs. Porter was born, women did not have the vote. She grew up to be a Roosevelt Democrat. She even had a job, for a time, helping to set up the Social Security system. When Barack Obama was elected president, she wished him well. But she was disappointed because she wanted a woman president.
Briefly, yesterday, I thought she was going to get her wish. Alas, it was not to be. So, instead, I will ask you to pause and be silent for just a few seconds in memory of a woman who, in her nineties, asked her pal, the church sexton, if she could get her picture taken on his Harley.
That's her up above.