I fell for J.P. Morgan Jr. (1867-1943)after reading his letters to his mother at the Morgan Library. At age 13 he was sent to boarding school in Connecticut. His mother must have made a pact with him that she would write twice a week and so would he. Twice a week for ten months, four years, is a lot of letters but they didn’t stop there. He continued to write, although they agreed once a week so he could respond to her questions in her letters. He wrote in college, and years after when he was away. My first thought was – yes – he was a momma’s boy. (Each letter is addressed to Dearest Momma and signed your devoted son). In his senior year of college, marrying and having four children. He was devoted to his wife and his mother. He was caring, kind and gentle nature. I may have had a preconceived notion that the son of one of the wealthiest, bombastic financiers that ever lived, J. Pierpont Morgan would be aloof and cold. Instead he would write about his father “is very well and jolly by fits but sometimes I see he feels as lonely as I do, and he looks as glum as if he hadn’t a friend in the world.” His letters repeat his concern about his mother’s health, well-being and guard against her “blues.” He was not without the frailties and prejudices of those times. But his letters are a true reflection of his good soul. His wife died at 56 years old in 1923 and he never remarried. He purchased waterfront property in Glen Cove and dedicated it to his wife calling it Morgan Memorial Park. He refused to participate in the dedication of the park. “I didn’t want any dedication. Just open the gates of the park and let the people come in.”