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6) My relations with the Phi Delt brothers seem to have become more cordial than I indicated and I was reasonably happy at the house after the initial chill had worn off. John Grant, a brother in the class of '23 in Engineering, who went with GE, was wonderfully cordial to me when I got to Schenectady and took me for a weekend at his home in Schoharie, a few miles south of Schenectady. Also, I felt close enough to the fraternity to look up the boys at the chapter house at Union College in Schenectady and to go there for a few parties. And, incidentally, I would recall occasionally that my great-great-grandfather, Joshua Forman, had graduated from Union College in the class of 1796, I believe.

7) In a way, Phi Delta Theta was responsible for Willie and me getting together in a serious way. I said that I thought we were at the same table in the dining room because we'd happened to register together in 1923. Actually that had nothing to do with it. I met Fred Wulfing, who proved to be a Phi Delt brother from St. Louis. Fred was at Table 22 at which Willie sat also while I was at another table. Fred pulled strings to get me transferred to Table 22, and thus I became part of the group that Willie belonged to.

8) A minor item but one which illustrates how your mind can play tricks on you when delving far back into memory. I said that the boring mill operator for whom I worked at Solvay Process in the summer of 1920, was named Marew, Pete Marew. I would have sworn this to be correct because that name always fascinated me for some reason. Actually, Pete Maru was a machinist in Bldg. 105 in Schenectady, to whom I'd turn occasionally for advice and help; it was my first assignment on the Factory Management Course, running various machine tools and Pete had been assigned to helping me out when I needed him.

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Aunt Lucia Strong was Mrs. Edmund H. Strong, 57 East Division Street, Chicago, Illinois.

Uncle Jim Hutchinson, who trveled for Thomas Cook & Son, had acquired during his many trips all over the world, various ailments which required him to resort to a health-restoring establishment when he'd come home for a stay of any length of time. Accordingly, he'd spend time at Mt. Clemens, Michigan, periodically, taking the cure. I don't know specifically what he had wrong with him but always assumed they were say, tropical afflictions that keep cropping up and can never be throw off permanently. He was a lean, tough-looking man with sandy hair and a blond moustache and lived up into his seventies I'd judge.