Marian Dorothy Ford mother of Gen. Michael Aquino
Jul 6, 2020 20:34:11 GMT -6
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Post by james1983 on Jul 6, 2020 20:34:11 GMT -6
Marian Dorothy Ford graduated from Stanford in 1929 and knew the Stanford and Crocker family well enough to babysit for the Crocker family. Michael Aquino himself admits it from an old forum from the late 90s or early 2000s.
7/30/01Dr. Michael A. Aquino
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In article <3B657F87...@home.com>,
Delila <bre...@home.com> wrote:
>> Dr. Aquino's mother was indeed named Betty Ford
>> She seems to have been a very intelligent and
>> creative lady. He has a nice collection of her childhood
>> poetry at: www.xeper.org/maquino/index.html
>
> Thank you. Tani said her name was Lillian ...
No, my mother never used the name "Lillian". She
was "Betty" to herself and everyone else; I don't think
I learned "Marian Dorothy Elizabeth Ford" until I was
just about an adult!
The battleaxe of the family was her mother, Sophie Ford.
San Francisco "aristocracy" of the Crocker/Stanford era,
and a _grande dame_ attitude to match. When she took
me as a little kid along with her shopping downtown, it
was only to certain stores (Macy's, City of Paris, Emporium,
Gumps, Magnin's), and she dressed to the teeth inc.
gloves, highbuttoned shoes, and veiled hat. Her buying
statement was always "Charge & send," and she couldn't be
bothered with charge cards; the store had better know who
she was. [Try that today!]
The funniest anecdote about her - which was attested
to by several German acquaintances - came when she
visited Mom in Berlin (where she was studying
sculpture) during the early 30s. They went to dine at
a posh restaurant [of course], and Sophie decided that
the party at the next table was too loud and rude, so
she went over and dressed them down with her usual
icy dignity. The restaurant went dead silent, until one
of the men at the table smiled and apologized to her.
He turned out to be Hitler, but my Grandma thought
politics vulgar and didn't recognize him. :-)
Today at the old main office of Crocker Bank (now a
Wells Fargo branch) in San Francisco, you'll see a
revolving door frame with a regular door in it. That
was the bank Grandma used; she taught piano to the
Crocker children. Once as a little kid I managed to
catch my head in the revolving door, and it took the
Fire Department to get me out. Grandma did her
Smaug the Dragon act to the bank staff, with the
result that they replaced it with a swinging door.
[Probably my most enduring legacy to the city of
S.F.] :-)
Michael Aquino
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7/30/01Dr. Michael A. Aquino
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In article <3B657F87...@home.com>,
Delila <bre...@home.com> wrote:
>> Dr. Aquino's mother was indeed named Betty Ford
>> She seems to have been a very intelligent and
>> creative lady. He has a nice collection of her childhood
>> poetry at: www.xeper.org/maquino/index.html
>
> Thank you. Tani said her name was Lillian ...
No, my mother never used the name "Lillian". She
was "Betty" to herself and everyone else; I don't think
I learned "Marian Dorothy Elizabeth Ford" until I was
just about an adult!
The battleaxe of the family was her mother, Sophie Ford.
San Francisco "aristocracy" of the Crocker/Stanford era,
and a _grande dame_ attitude to match. When she took
me as a little kid along with her shopping downtown, it
was only to certain stores (Macy's, City of Paris, Emporium,
Gumps, Magnin's), and she dressed to the teeth inc.
gloves, highbuttoned shoes, and veiled hat. Her buying
statement was always "Charge & send," and she couldn't be
bothered with charge cards; the store had better know who
she was. [Try that today!]
The funniest anecdote about her - which was attested
to by several German acquaintances - came when she
visited Mom in Berlin (where she was studying
sculpture) during the early 30s. They went to dine at
a posh restaurant [of course], and Sophie decided that
the party at the next table was too loud and rude, so
she went over and dressed them down with her usual
icy dignity. The restaurant went dead silent, until one
of the men at the table smiled and apologized to her.
He turned out to be Hitler, but my Grandma thought
politics vulgar and didn't recognize him. :-)
Today at the old main office of Crocker Bank (now a
Wells Fargo branch) in San Francisco, you'll see a
revolving door frame with a regular door in it. That
was the bank Grandma used; she taught piano to the
Crocker children. Once as a little kid I managed to
catch my head in the revolving door, and it took the
Fire Department to get me out. Grandma did her
Smaug the Dragon act to the bank staff, with the
result that they replaced it with a swinging door.
[Probably my most enduring legacy to the city of
S.F.] :-)
Michael Aquino
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