How a lovely mansion, given to the Church for the benefit of the members, could morph into a third rate dormitory, was due to entirely to in/action dis/interest of the Board.
Although Elvis March was the archetypical small man seeking to exercise power, his predecessors were not much better.
They were Fourth Generation.
Born with the belief in their superiority, yet incapable of managing anything, their weakness had not been exposed until their appetites and pockets were in opposition.
Although they postured and preened at Board meetings, and pretended they had ‘power,’ they did not.
The Fortunes of their Great Grandfathers had been transmitted to the Grandfathers, some of whom protected them, others squandered.
Their parents had raised them with a sense of superiority based on nothing, and so, each year they lost more and more. Each year they became more pomposity.
If these people had paid attention, they would witness the inexorable disintegration of Miriam House.