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Edited on Sun May-11-08 07:12 PM by blondeatlast
gracious lady--very, very supportive of the-then Arizona Children's Colony in Coolidge (the state facility for the developmentally disabled) where my father was the director and my mother was an instructor. My dad personally made a few cases for her financial support and she naever failed to give generously.
I also had the decided unpleasure of meeting the younger Mrs. Davis at the same time who was by then Mrs. Reagan--not the least bit nice or gracious or anything but quite uncomfortable and just the right side of downright nasty. There was no hiding the fact that she wanted to get away from there--but the elder Mrs. Davis enjoyed the residents (as they were called then) and would visit in the dormitories with them, shaking their hands, talking to them--not at all "afraid". As I recall, she was even a foster grandparent to two of the elder residents.
You would have been surprised that the two were related, really.
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