I have a funny childhood story to share about the Shrivers. In the sixth grade my Navy officer dad got stationed to Bethesda, Md. I went to a high school football game with a friend’s older brother and the field was right next to the Shriver estate.
Well, we were not interested in football and saw some beautiful horses in the field next to us. So being dunces, we went into the field and to pet the horses. The horses were not impressed by our beauty and sweetness, however and they ran from us so we chased after them.
I soon took a hoof to the solar plexes and was down for the count. Fortunately the horse did not move in for an easy kill...
Ouch! Did anyone come to help you?
A friend of mine has a funny story about Rose Kennedy. My friend, Mary — rather aggressive herself — got into a battle over a counter of marked down, designer wallets at an end of the season sale at a boutique in Palm Beach. End of the season in Palm Beach is around April 30.
Mary was scrambling through this pile of name brand wallets, grabbing Christmas gifts for her kids and their spouses. There was another lady there doing the same thing, and she kept grabbing the wallets that Mary had set aside. Mary would grab them right back. She finally gathered her pile and took them to the clerk to check out.
Mary’s friends (who had been watching with some amusement) said, on the way out of the store, “Do you know who that was? That was Rose Kennedy!”
Mary had been so focused on grabbing the bargains that she’d never looked up to see the face of her competitor. Rose was in her 90s at the time.