Initially, I thought I would be writing about her later years, after she gained fame for her poetry written under the pen name Wilhelmina Stitch. Instead, I got sidetracked with interesting stories about her husband, a prominent local lawyer, and her son, who in his twenties became an economics lecturer at Singapore's national university. Then, there was that strange relationship with a U of M professor who believed she had telepathic powers.
Sadly, each member of this overachieving local family ended up dying decades before their time. For three decades, though, they burned brightly.