This Memorial Day weekend, a friend and I trekked out to Rockville, Maryland to Old St. Mary's Church and Cemetery to see Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald’s grave. They share a headstone inscribed with the words, "So we beat on, boats against the current borne back ceaselessly into the past," the last sentence of The Great Gatsby.
People who've visited have left tons of mementos-flowers, coins (mostly pennies), copies of his books, and movie ticket stubs. But what I thought was most…bizarre, confusing, f-ed up, was that so many people left booze!
She was famous for being famous before it was a “thing.” Dubbed “the First American Flapper,” Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald embodied the Roaring Twenties. Speeding down 5th Avenue on the roofs of cabs, leaping fully-clothed into fountains, and dancing on random folks’ table tops, Zelda’s exploits were made for Page Six.
She was the kind of girl that climbed on the roof, then phoned the fire department to come rescue her; the kind of rebellious teen who courted scandal by swimming in a nude-colored bathing suit. But, that was just a warm up- preparation for her starring role as high priestess of the Jazz Age.
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