Wednesday, October 12, 2022

The Magnificent Lives Of Marjorie Post

I really enjoyed reading The Magnificent Lives Of Marjorie Post. Her story started when she was a child. Marjorie and her parents moved to Battle Creek, Michigan, because her father was ill. They sought the help of Dr. Kellogg who prescribed a vegetarian diet, no caffeine nor alcohol, physical therapy in a pool, and lots of fresh air. Marjorie and her parents lived in a boarding house while her father, C. W. Post, was treated. Her father's health continued to decline and he lost more weight. The woman who ran the boarding house was concerned. She served good, home made food including chicken and pork. She urged Marjorie's father to eat her food. Eventually he gave in and did eat her meals and that is when he started to feel better. The family settled in Battle Creek. Her Dad got the idea of roasting wheat and making a more palatable cereal than Kellogg's. His idea was a success. Then he got the idea of making a coffee substitute out of what. He called it Postum. Marjorie's father encouraged her to make good use of her mind and to think things through. She often had his voice in her head. Yet, sadly, she was not successful in marriage. She married four times. She married an emotionally abusive alcoholic, another alcoholic, a philanderer, and a homosexual. She did have three children that she loved and many great experiences including two winters in Moscow as the ambassador's wife. I was surprised to learn that she, with the help of several architects, designed Mar A Lago. Marjorie was a keen business woman and knew how to turn a profit. She enjoyed her riches with clothes and jewelry and travel but she also did philanthropic work like feeding the hungry, building hospitals, supporting colleges and supporting the ballet. She did have a marvelous life. I just wish she didn't say yes every time some man offered to marry her.


 

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