No one ever knew Jackie — no one. That’s what I learned from four years of golf and nights of rumicube with the woman. I am referring to Jackie Bancroft Spencer Morgan (“Jackie”).
Many thought she had lost her mind when she married a gay interior decorator twenty plus years younger than she. Jackie hadn’t lost her mind. She was just being Jackie. She put little stock in what others thought and always did just what she wanted.
She and her husband, Ronnie Lee Morgan, suspected that when she died her son, Chris, would claim she did not have her complete mental faculties. Marrying Morgan, by itself, would be an indication of her mental failure. This would be Chris’s argument, and therefore, Morgan should not become an heir to Jackie’s fortune. In fact, that lawsuit did occur and went on for three years at an intense pace.
However, unbeknownst to Chris, I was dispatched by Jackie long before her death to find and bring a psychologist to Ruidoso to test her for awareness and cogency. As a result, I contacted the well-known trial attorney John Judge in Austin, Texas, for a recommendation. I knew he had tried cases of this nature. The psychologist from the University of Texas that I sent to Ruidoso to test Jackie was beyond reproach. The tests clearly indicated that Jackie knew exactly what she was doing and had her own reasons for marrying Morgan. She felt that it was her personal business, and she didn’t have to answer to the public or her three children.
I write of Jackie’s life in my book: “The Ronnie Lee and Jackie Bancroft Spencer Morgan Story, a tale of people, greed, envy, manipulation — even crime”