[AGL] Mollie Ivins church & Sholz Garten

[michele mason]

Hi Michael, I wish I had known Molly, or more that she had know me. I 
did admire her so, but didn't try to make the service—feared it would 
be so huge and require the dang wheelchair to walk from parking. Well, 
I'm glad you were there.
Strange to hear Ann 'so cold'. I was always amazed that she remembered 
me with years between meetings. She would call to me in a crowd and 
always ask about me and the children. seemed warm to me.
Once, Peter was on some school outing. The mayor was there—then, Carol 
K. Rylander. She told Peter how wonderful was his mother! I was quite 
surprised, but to this day, she'll take my call. Not sure why, but 
nice.
Our politics not the same, I understood why she switched. I sort of 
resented all the tacky remarks about her from persons who really had no 
history with her. Again, a warm person to me.
The point being; 'public' personage so often differs from the person 
one actually knows, (or, knows you).
I recognize that I could have put this together better. I'll have to 
count on you to understand since I'm pushed for time.
On the other matter, still trying to find birth cert.  Have medicine 
'help requests' to fill out. Over my head in paperwork.

Hope you're doing well,  mm

On Feb 5, 2007, at 10:21 AM, Michael Eisenstadt wrote:


> things i learnt at Mollie Ivins church commemoration:

>

> Mollie was a child of privilege, River Oaks, Houston Yacht

> Club, prep school and Smith College.

>

> at some point after getting sick she got religion. she used

> to call Him Fred. but at some point she dropped Fred and

> started naming Him by His real name.

>

> was a drunk (beer drunk). stopped a mere 18 months ago.

> one of the lady speakers who apparently was hot on this

> subject explained this. not clear about this. will check with

> friend Jan Demetri who attended her Final Friday parties.

>

> Final Friday not mentioned by any speaker. so far as i

> understand it, this was Mollie's book club, with books

> assigned for the next gathering, named presumably in honor

> of Sam & Virginia's First Friday parties. i guess that it was

> at Sam & Virginia's where i met Mollie and she (gasp!)

> learned my first name. so when we ran into one another

> she actually knew my name. contrast this with Ann Richards.

> in later years at chance encounters Ann would give me the huggy

> huggy but she didnt know my name, me not being important

> enough. this seems terribly significant to me, not in regard to

> myself (ah could care less!) but in regard to Ann: one cold cold

> lady.

>

> Dave Richards and second wife Sandy Heiser were

> sitting in the row in front of us flanking their 2 handsome

> children. we interfaced briefly with Sandy whom we

> knew way back when she taught exercise at gyms.

> She used to go either with Ed Bennett or Ramsay

> cant remember which. Dave nodded at us i think

> but hard to be sure. sort of in between a nod and looking

> the other way. is there a word for this? my roommate

> claims that he was drunk at the Sholz Garten (this is

> based on his bloodshot eyes -- he wasnt drunk at

> the church or maybe he was). i vaguely remember

> him disappearing through the door to the left of the

> front of the church during the proceedings and then

> reappearing and sitting down.

>

> church full of very tall older Texans -- i mean tall:

> women 6 feet plus, men 6'6" plus. These must have

> been family and collaterals.

>

> as we hurried to the church after parking the car

> we saw 3 or 4 stretch limousines parked in front.

> was this a funeral service i wondered. apparently

> not. later i saw the same limousines in front of

> the Sholz Garten. the limousines, like the Too Tall

> types in the church was the background indicating

> itself.

>

> Mollie's crack about Bush quoted by Linda Lewis

> a handsome confident-looking black woman in her 50's

> brought the house down. all the pent up feeling

> about losing Mollie combined with everyone's

> realization of who Bush turned out to expressed

> itself in a collective scream.

>

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