Margaret Ann Chase Dreyfous

January 8, 1925 - September 8, 2021
Margaret Ann Chase Dreyfous
Service Date:
Thursday, September 16, 2021 10:00 AM
Service Location:

St James Episcopal Church

In Loving Memory

Peggy Dreyfous, the last of the incredible women of Brentwood and Oakhill Drive. I know that technically the address is 2300 E., but I claim rights because the tall pine trees served as a backdrop to our home, the Warburton's, on Brentwood Drive.

I regret that, growing up, I never really knew any of you. Susan, I now know you via Kulmer's, Urry's, and Gretchen. Following are a few memories that I have growing up in our neighborhood that included your family.   

I remember fondly, growing up in what was the country. We had modest homes by today's standards, big yards, and horses. Most of the homes are gone now.  I'm glad that your property remains relatively the same, beautiful and undeveloped.

My older siblings talk of riding our horses up to Mt. Olympus or south to Draper. There were no walls or fences, other than those to contain the cows and horses. Besides the cows and horses, I remember the pheasants, squirrels, hawks, and peacocks that lived mostly on your property, because it was the most expansive and untamed.     

We children of our neighborhood were allowed to roam and play in the fields and woods unattended.  I sometimes would sneak through your pasture to get to a friends house on Shangri Lane. I doubt that it is any shorter than walking down Fardown Avenue, but it was a daring adventure.  My friends and I had to make sure that we didn't damage the barbed-wire fences or our parents would get a call from your Dad. 

Mr. & Mrs. Dreyfous always shared with the neighbors. I think I remember eggs, fruits and vegetables coming our way.

When our horse was moved to the Cottonwood Club stables, with no place to ride other than around the ring, they allowed my sister, Anne, to ride one of your horses. Anne was in third grade when she was hit by a truck while crossing 6200 S. on your horse.  She was thrown into the bushes and suffered a concussion, but your horse was fine and grazing in your pasture that night. Perhaps it could have ended Anne's being able to ride the horse again, but your parents were forgiving and let her continue riding. As the older sister, I thought that your parents, especially your Mom, were a little too nice!   

After snowstorms, Mr. Roney, the caretaker, would drag his plow behind his truck through all of the neighborhood driveways.  My parents were always grateful because we got a lot more snow back then. 

I remember "The Paris" summer party with all of the cars parked in the pasture. As a little girl, I hoped to work at "The Paris", just so that I could attend the summer party.

A few years ago, Susan Kirby and I were returning from a hike and we encountered your mom at her mailbox.  I was sure that she wouldn't remember me, but I had to say hello. She didn't miss a beat and acted as though, of course, she remembered me. She was a beautiful, grand woman. I'm sure that you will miss her greatly. 

robyn warburton seldin 

Robyn Seldin
salt lake city, UT