The Death Notice Reads:
Heffron, Margery M. 73, of Exeter, N.H. on Friday, Dec. 9 of cancer. Until her death, she was at work on a biography of Louisa Catherine Adams, wife of the sixth U.S. president. She was a graduate of Smith College and earned a master of arts degree from Columbia University. She was press secretary to Rep. Edward J. Markey, 1979-80; associate director for media relations at the Harvard University News Office, 1981-89; and associate vice president for university relations at Binghamton University (SUNY), 1989-95. A native of Foxboro and a longtime resident of Westwood, she is survived by her husband of 49 years, Frank H. Heffron; daughter Anne Heffron (Chris) Sigler of Palo Alto, Calif.; sons John Heffron of Providence, R.I., and Samuel (Ashley) Heffron of Kittery Point, Me.; three grandchildren: Keats Iwanaga of Los Gatos and Palo Alto, Calif.; and William and Phineas Heffron of Kittery Point, Me. Services will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday, Dec. 17, at Christ Church Episcopal, 43 Pine St., Exeter N.H. Contributions in her memory can be made to the Exeter Public Library or the Smith College for the Class of 1960 Memorial Fund.
This recent newspaper announcement does not give Margery’s maiden name — Michelmore.
As Michelmore, Margery went to Nigeria in 1961 with the first group of PCVs, in the first year of the Peace Corps and wrote the most famous, or infamous, Peace Corps letter home, a postcard sent in the first months of Training at the University of Ibadan.
She was then twenty-three-year-old magna cum laude graduate of Smith College, an attractive, funny, and smart woman she was selected to go to Nigeria. After seven weeks of training at Harvard, her group flew to Nigeria to complete a second phase of teacher training at University College at Ibadan, fifty miles north of the capital of Lagos.
By all accounts, she was an outstanding Trainee. Then on the evening of October 13, 1961, she wrote a postcard to a friend in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Here is what she had to say:
Dear Bobbo: Don’t be furious at getting a postcard. I promise a letter next time. I wanted you to see the incredible and fascinating city we were in. With all the training we had, we really were not prepared for the squalor and absolutely primitive living conditions rampant both in the city and in the bush. We had no idea what “underdeveloped” meant. It really is a revelation and after we got over the initial horrified shock, a very rewarding experience. Everyone except us lives in the streets, cooks in the streets, sells in the streets, and even goes to the bathroom in the streets. Please write. Marge. P.S. We are excessively cut off from the rest of the world.
The postcard never was mailed. It is said that it was found on the grounds of University College near her dormitory. The finder was a Nigerian student at the college. Copies of the postcard were made and distributed. Volunteers were immediately denounced as “agents of imperialism” and “members of America’s international spy ring.” The protest made front-page news in Nigeria and it sparked a minor international incident. As the Nigerian Ambassador to the United States put it, “No one likes to be called primitive.”
Michelmore resigned from the Peace Corps and flew home. When she arrived at Idlewild Airport in New York there was a handwritten note of sympathy waiting for her from President Kennedy.
The postcard she had written home to a friend described her culture shock at how underdeveloped and unhealthy conditions were on urban streets became a worldwide news story. The way the other PCVs in-country in Nigeria, their director, Murray Frank, and PC/W officials handled the matter prevented the incident from torpedoing the entire PC experiment within months of it creation. That postcard proved to be a cautionary tale to other PCVs and a blessing to the agency for years to come.
After Nigeria, Margery would work in Peace Corps Training in Puerto Rico, and then return to Washington, D.C. to develop the first Peace Corps newsletter for Volunteers before going onto earn a master of arts degree from Columbia University
Now fifty year later, that postcard, in many symbolic and metaphorically ways, has arrived home. Thank you, Margery.