My Grandmother, and her twin sister, came from Chester Illinois, to Wellesly College, (after taking a year of college prep to improve their Greek enough to be admitted) in 1920 to marry a Haavaad man. (Their grandfather was an 1869 Harvard Engineering graduate.) The sister did Okay, marrying a Harvard grad who later flew over the hump in Burma as a mercenary and made enough to live the rest of his life off real-estate investments, alternating homes between Wellesly, Cape Cod and Palm Beach. My grandmother was not so lucky, marrying an MIT grad who worked in a chemical plant in New Jersey and lived in New Jersey’s New York City suburbs.
Your grandmother “was not so lucky”? But if she hadn’t married your grandfather, where would you be?