“I figured it all out, and took them along for two reasons: First, I figured that with all those big Air Force people aboard, the pilot would be very careful when we got up in the sky. And second, I wanted to make sure that if the plane did come…

Editor's Note: W.A. Scott's obituary in the Atlanta Daily World describes his chess legacy as follows:"Well known in the area for his expertise in chess and rated an expert by the United Chess Federation, Scott was president of the Atlanta Chess…

Editor's Note: In his 2005 book, White Flight: Atlanta and the Making of Modern Conservatism, Kevin Kruse relates an important episode in Atlanta history in which W.A. Scott played a significant role. In 1948, W.A. Scott III built his family home at…

"He was from a tobacco farm, so I thought that would be like a regular English farm which is very green, and very pretty, with horses and the whole bit, and I saw my first mule at his house. I'd never seen a mule in my life. It was just so…

"I just fell in love, and I couldn't have asked for a better person than the one I married. And so, you know, at that age, there again, I was 18. I had a lot of friends when we first got to New York. We went to the New York Port of…

"I was in London, and my girlfriend and I were going to a movie-- and my husband was there. I did not like him. When the lights change in London, traffic goes. And they don't care who's in the road. And I had run with the girl I was…

"I went to London a lot. I loved London. When I got older, we were able to catch a bus, or train, and go into London-- go to some of the newer movies. And then we'd have to take the last bus home, or else you'd be walking. Because they…

I had a green ration book because of my age. My brother had the blue, and my mom and dad had white ones. And I was able to get orange juice on mine, and we could get an egg once a week, and meat was almost inaccessible. My dad would buy some black…

"[My father didn't talk about his time in the resistance, but] the top of his group in the resistance fighting was named Kim Malthe-Bruun, so of course my brother was named Kim. So...that’s how he honored him. Because Kim Malthe-Bruun was…

"It was an early Thursday, 26 of March, 1952. My parents didn’t have a car, but my dad had a motorcycle, and my mother started labor, and he got home from work, got her on the motorcycle, and got to the clinic—back then, they didn’t have…