He [Franz Jung] suddenly turned and spoke to me directly, “Don’t you think it a bit strange that a young man should have and own a motorcycle without his parents knowing? But it was a very busy house!” ~Mary Dian Molton, About Franz: Remembering C. G. Jung-A Son’s Story, Page 42
He [Franz] also had a fine tweed suit, of which he was quite proud, and one day, alas, there was the inevitable accident, where both suit and motorcycle came to an unfortunate and irrevocable end.
The young owner escaped and managed to survive the tragedy with only a skinned knee.
The favorite aunt, sworn to secrecy, bandaged the knee.
Some two or three months later, Mother Emma asked whatever happened to the nice tweed suit, and solemn son said something about having outgrown it and hadn’t Mother noticed how tall he had become?
And then he mentioned that he had given away the suit to some shorter fellow that really needed it, since it no longer was “suit-able!”
Somehow, Mother accepted the tale. But then, it was a “very busy house!” as he again emphasized. ~Mary Dian Molton, About Franz: Remembering C. G. Jung-A Son’s Story, Page 42