At the end of the war, she was in Belgium and wrote of driving to the Russian front near today's Czech Republic. She picked up parachute silk, which she donated to a local monastery. The nuns made her a set of pajamas, which she saved. She also claimed 70 gallons of cognac, which she shared with her base.
After the war, she married Tilghman G. Pitts Jr., an insurance executive, and moved to Baltimore. She raised three sons and was a longtime volunteer at Union Memorial Hospital and at Children's Hospital, where she had been women's board president.
"She would come up with the funniest, most unexpected things," said Susan Rittenhouse, a friend. "There was never a boring time around her. She herself was not bored with her life."
