“Yes—yes—yes, I want a good dance floor in the living room. I want a big brick fireplace in it too—a big, huge one—I want a barn painted red. I want the road to go up the creek on the left side, going up to avoid the swampy places. I also want a little cabin for myself to write in . . .”
—Cissy to her friend Rose Crabtree, March 1922
“Back East, my mother was considered a fascinating lawless creature, a charmer, and a menace. Nobody could oppose her without getting hurt. Out here she was a source of constant entertainment. People weren’t afraid of her.”
—Felicia Gizycka, "Jackson Hole, 1916-65: A Reminiscence," Vogue, 1966.