In Memory

Marjorie Leet (Ford)

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05/30/16 06:32 PM #1    

Susan Trefethen

Midge Leet was "one of a kind."  Eccentric, which always attracts me, very smart and creative---

We were in touch a few months ago, maybe longer, and I invited her to lunch.  She said she was no longer driving bridges or free ways (boy do I get that!) but she loved buses.

We never had that lunch   Another reminder, when great ideas come to us, follow through!

It makes me very sad to think of this world without Marjorie Leet.

Her Uncle was my Doctor when I was a young girl, 6 yearer old or younger.  Then when I had my own children Dr.Leet became their Doctor.

Midge, keep writing and smiling, so others will enjoy your talents as we had the honor.many years ago.


Much Love,

Susan Trefethen

06/03/16 09:07 AM #2    

Diana Meek (Alrich)

Marjorie Leet was a unique and  charming individual on the planet, and I am sorry she is gone. 

We spent some time together, a few years back, talking about early California history and the craft of writing.  

I will miss her enthusiastic perspective and her quirky sense of humor.  Bon Voyage, Marjorie!

Diana Meek Alrich

06/03/16 01:52 PM #3    

James A. (Jim) Stehr

She was just plain delightful all the time: from all the days at PHS through the years after and at the reunions.  I loved talking with her.  When she mentioned she had written a few books, I asked for the title of one, bought it and read it - the one about the American au pere.   It was fun, like she always was.  Maybe there's just one more reunion at which we'll all see her again.

06/04/16 10:17 AM #4    

Maia Johnson (Ballis)

I ran into Midge in the Bay Area when she was working on copy (text)  for an ad I was working on during my commercial art years. We never did make time to get together.  Another missed opportunity to connect with a fine human being. Belated love to you Marjorie... Maia


06/06/16 04:53 PM #5    

Marigene Beck (Allison)

I took driver’s training at PHS with Midge.  When it was her turn to drive, Midge needed the bench seat as far forward as possible with a relatively thick cushion behind her back so her feet could reach the pedals.  This placed Mr. Stack into a uncomfortable position with his knees crammed between the dashboard and his chest.  One day we were practicing are driving skills in Oakland. Midge was supposed to turn left onto Broadway from 27th Ave and then stop in front of the big church to let me have my turn driving.  When Midge started to make the turn, the car suddenly slammed to a halt, and I slid forward, ending up on the floor behind Mr. Stack.  Midge asked why he slammed on the brakes.   He replied, “Didn’t you see the oncoming traffic?”  Midge replied that she had, and was already starting to stop for the last few cars to pass by.  With the signal now red our direction, we were now stuck in the middle of Broadway with cars passing in front and behind us.  Mr. Stack kept saying, “Don’t move!”, while keeping his foot pressed on the dual  passenger side brake.  Midge sat calmly while I managed to get myself back on to the rear seat.  When signal changed to green, Midge put her arm out to signal a left turn and firmly stated that she would wait until all oncoming cars coming passed before finishing the turn.  Mr. Stack said nothing more, and just sighed deeply as Midge pulled to a stop past the church entrance.  I looked at Midge, and then noticed a slight smile on her face in the rear view mirror.

 Not sure I could have pulled that off.  Midge, thanks for the memory!

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