As a pre-schooler Marjorie hated primary. She didn’t know the other children, and the lessons were dull.
Back then the classes had different names than they do now. The next class that Marjorie would be in was the “Right Way Pilots.” She couldn’t wait to graduate to that class. She says, “Finally, there was light at the end of the tunnel. I was going to learn to fly! The manual had a picture on the front cover of a chubby-faced kid flying a stubby airplane. That looked so fun! I could just see myself maneuvering my plane over the heads of the people as I flew down the stairs at the church. I never imagined flying my plane outdoors. It was just in the church.”