Maginel Wright Enright - Early Life

Early Life

She was born Margaret Ellen Wright in Weymouth, Massachusetts, the third child of William and Anna Wright. (The name "Maginel" was a later creation of her mother's, a contraction of "Maggie Nell".) At age 2, she moved with her family moved to Madison, Wisconsin. Ten years later they moved to Chicago to be closer to Frank's architectural work. Later she attended the Chicago Art Institute. Her first job as a commercial artist was with the Barnes, Crosby Co. of Chicago, where her main task was catalogue illustration; there she met, and later married, another young artist named Walter J. Enright (nicknamed "Pat").

(Frank Lloyd Wright left a mordant account of his sister's wedding. The groom's mother fainted, the bride's father wept — and so did the minister, who was the bride's and Wright's Uncle Jenkin. The newly married Enrights went to visit the bride's mother's family in Wisconsin, a visit that provided the title to Wright Enright's late memoir, The Valley of the God-Almighty Joneses.)

Maginel Wright Enright gave birth to her daughter Elizabeth on Sept. 17, 1909, in Oak Park, Illinois.

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