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This report is taken from PN Review 68, Volume 15 Number 6, July - August 1989.

Zelda Fitzgerald Harold L. Weatherby

The following recollection of Zelda Fitzgerald was addressed to me by my mother, Lurline Weatherby, in a letter of twenty or more years ago, written for one of my colleagues here at Vanderbilt who was interested in the Fitzgeralds and teaching Scott's fiction. I am the you to whom Mrs Weatherby speaks. The character of the relationship between Mrs Weatherby and Mrs Fitzgerald (then Miss Pierson and Miss Sayre) is clear from the recollection. They were both Montgomerians, they grew up within a few doors of each other, and they were both members of a high school class of only fifty people. Though they were not close friends, they were necessarily closely associated; and as interesting to me as the account of Zelda herself is mother's evocation of the close-knit and old-fashioned Southern society from which she came.

Harold L. Weatherby, Vanderbilt University

Zelda lived on Pleasant Avenue just around the corner from me. She went in our crowd and was my friend in high school days although she was different from us even then - not so different by nature, perhaps, as by the fact that she was unsupervised. The rest of us went directly home from school unless we had permission from home to do otherwise. Zelda could go to town or home with someone without contacting her mother. The rest of us stayed home and studied on school nights, but Zelda went at will often dropping in after supper to ...

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