Eleanor C. Quinn

I fondly remember Mrs. Fahey always well dressed and in her high heels, even to run to the cleaners or the grocery store. What a lovely lady she was! I remember once when Maureen and I were playing in the front yard, I guess we were about 8 years old (it was while they lived here in Chattanooga), she ran outside and said "Maureen, you and Marie come over here and put these boxes on your head". For the life of me I couldn't understand why she'd want us to do that, but it sounded fun to me. She...

Marie Byrne Burnett