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Her name was Mathilda. She was a very lively, highly nervous, very excitable, very delightful, charming, great woman.

And what did you call her, again?

Mautie. M-a-u-t-i-e, was the way it was spelled. Her real name was Mattie. She was frequently visiting us in New York. But as far as any influence on my professional life, that didn't -- I had the closest relationship with my aunt whom I lived with, “Auntie,” -- that's Nannie -- who really brought my brother and me up, came to live with her brother, my father, very shortly after my mother died. The relationship there was so close that when my brother and I went off to college, she wrote us a letter almost every single day. I mean that literally; almost every day she wrote a brief note, and she corresponded with her two sisters, the one in Philadelphia and the one in Chattanooga almost every day, by letter. Unbelievable, but I'm not exaggerating. I don't think every day necessarily, but I would think it would be no exaggeration to say, to my brother and me, when we were at college, when we were away from home, probably, easily, easily, three or four times a week, and the same with her Philadelphia sister. Perhaps slightly less often with her Chattanooga sister. This gives you an idea of the kind of relationship.

My Uncle Adolph I saw much less frequently. He would come to visit us occasionally. He was very nice but a little austere, I guess, at least from the point of view of a youngster. I can't say I was particularly intimate with him at all. I saw him not all that frequently, but I spent at least one summer -- one or two summers, perhaps two summers -- at his summer home on Lake George, with Auntie [Nannie Ocks], when I was quite young and, of course, saw more of