\u00a0Katherine as a young bride\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n She married the Baltimore attorney, champion tennis player, and president of the Whist Club Clifton Stevenson Brown at her parents\u2019 house, 34 Gramercy Park, in New York, on September 30, 1911. They returned to Baltimore, and lived at 1015 N. Calvert St.<\/p>\n 1015 North Calvert St.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n They had three children, Molly Pender (1912-1997), Clifton Stevenson, Jr. (1914-1952), and Allen Tupper (1916-1944). Katheryn had some money, and decided to buy a summer cottage on Fire Island. On June 4, 1928 she called her husband’s office to inform him the final papers for the purchase had arrived, but there was no answer.<\/p>\n Clifton Brown represented Louis Berman in the matter of settling the $300,000 estate of Philip Berman, Louis’s father, from which Louis received $36,000. Brown charged Berman a fee of $2,500 for this work. When Berman refused to pay, Brown sued him.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n On June 4, 1928 Berman lay in wait for Brown at Brown’s office on the seventh floor of the Calvert Building. Berman shot Brown twice; Brown tried to flee down a corridor, but Berman pursued him and shot him three more times. Brown was taken to Mercy Hospital, where he died minutes later. Katherine was left a widow with three children: thirteen, eleven, and nine.<\/p>\n Berman was indicted and tried in September 1928. Berman’s attorney\u00a0had “alienists” examine Berman for an insanity defense, but the defense’s own witnesses said Berman was sane and knew right from wrong. The defense attorney then tried to discredit his own witnesses. Berman was convicted of first degree murder and sentenced to life in prison, There he filed a habeas corpus appeal every time \u00a0a new judge was installed in Maryland on the grounds that his hour and a half psychiatric examination had not been adequate. He did this over a hundred times and taught other inmates how to do it. Berman had to be transported to courts all over the state for his hearings. Finally Maryland passed a law that once a judge had finally ruled on a point it could not be raised again.<\/p>\n The two Mrs. George Catlett Marshalls<\/span><\/p>\n The infant George<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0George as VMI cadet<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0The First Mrs. Marshall<\/span><\/p>\n Elizabeth \u00a0“Lily” Coles<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Mrs. Coles was concerned. Her daughter Lily was a VMI widow. That is, she had dated many cadets, but nothing had come of it. But then…<\/p>\n While a cadet at VMI, George Marshall met his future wife, Elizabeth (“Lily”) Carter Coles. “She was a very lovely looking woman,” said Marshall. “I guess you might call her a beauty.” Lily lived with her mother in a house just off of the campus. She was “the finest amateur pianist” Marshall had ever heard, and her music and charm so captivated him that he routinely “ran the block” to see her. These visits were against school regulations and would be dismissal offenses if discovered. Because Marshall was the senior military officer of his class, he gambled that he was above suspicion. Moreover, he was in love. The young couple were married on February 11, 1902, in a simple Episcopal ceremony inside the bride’s home. The somber-looking wedding party pictured here on the Coles’s front porch was not entirely a harbinger of things to come. The marriage was an extraordinarily happy one for twenty-five years.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Coles-Marshall Wedding<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Left to right:<\/cite> Lily\u00a0in China<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Lily\u00a0died in 1927 of a heart condition that had prevented her\u00a0having children.<\/p>\n The second Mrs. Marshall<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Katherine as widow\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0George as Widower<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n After her husband’s murder Katherine stayed with her sister in Connecticut for eight months; she \u00a0and Molly then went to Hawaii and stayed in a cottage in Waikiki for several months. On the way back to Baltimore she stopped off in Columbus to see Molly’s godmother Mrs. William Blanchard when they was invited to a small dinner at Tom Hudson’s house. Mrs. Hudson was a freind of Katherine’s from Hollins College. Lt. Col. George Marshall was there. Katherine recounts:<\/p>\n When he first arrived the Colonel was standing by the fireplace. My first impression was of a tall, slender man with sandy hair and deep-set eyes. He refused the cocktails when they were served and this attracted my interest, for it was in prohibition times when the main topic of conversation was, “How do you make your gin?”<\/p>\n I said, “You are a rather unusual Army officer, aren’t you. I have never known one to refuse a cocktail before.”<\/p>\n He asked agreeably how many I knew.<\/p>\n “Not many,” I confessed.<\/p>\n “This certainly was someone different. At dinner he told amusing stories….<\/p>\n When Molly started to leave with a young escort, Colonel Marshall asked to take me home. Now Columbus is a rather small place and after driving around for an hour I asked, “How long have you been at Fort Benning?”<\/p>\n “Two years.”<\/p>\n “Well,’ I said, after two years haven’t you learned your way around Columbus?”<\/p>\n “Extremely well,” he answered, “or I could not have stayed off the block where Mrs. Blanchard lives!”<\/p>\n The next summer \u00a0I told my sons that I had asked Colonel Marshall to visit us at Fire Island as I wanted him to know them. Clifton suspected something at once and said, “If it makes you happier, Mother, it is all right with me.” But Allen, then twelve, sad, “I don’t know about that, we are happy enough as we are.” Early the next morning he came to my room. “It is all right, Mother, about your asking Colonel Marshall.” That summer George told me that Allen had written him a most amusing letter in which he said, “I hope you will come to\u00a0\u00a0Fire Island. Don’t be nervous, it is OK with me. (Signed) A friend in need is a friend indeed. Allen Brown.” And they were friends until the end.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n \u00a0Emmanuel Episcopal Church, Baltimore<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n They were married in the chapel of Emmanuel Episcopal Church in Baltimore on October 2, 1930. \u00a0 \u00a0Marshall’s best man was General Pershing, whose aide-de-camp he had been. Pershing had known tragedy also; his wife and three of his daughters had\u00a0died\u00a0in a fire at the Presidio in 1915.<\/p>\n \u00a0Pershing and Marshall<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0In 1938 Katherine and Molly were at the cottage on Fire Island when the great New England hurricane hit. Their house survived, but they had to flee through waist-deep water.<\/p>\n Fire Island, 1938<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n George and Katherine on Fire Island<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Katherine had to deal with the problems of life in an underfunded peacetime army, and then the problems of a nation that saw a looming war. After Pearl Harbor she knew that the United States was losing the war and all that the loss would mean for her nation and her family. Later when the tide turned her own children were in peril on the battlefields. Amidst all this were the practical problems of being wife of the Chief of Staff. Even she couldn\u2019t get all the food she needed, and tried to raise chickens at their place in Leesburg. After a traumatic experience with \u00a0the chickens, she resolved never again to complain how\u00a0much they cost at the butcher’s.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Marshalls in spring 1941<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Katherine in spring 1944; she said the war had turned her hair white<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Katherine in Life magazine, 1944<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0The Marshalls in April 1945<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0The Marshalls in 1949<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0The Marshalls in retirement,1950<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Dodona, the Marshalls’ house in Leesburg, Virginia<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n George’s funeral,1959<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0Katherine lived to be 96<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n![\"Katherine](\"http:\/\/www.podles.org\/dialogue\/wp-content\/uploads\/Katherine-Tupper.png\")
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