Word: boyhoods
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...SECOND BILL COSBY SHOW (NBC, 9-10 p.m.).*Wearing a long white beard, Cosby becomes Noah-ark-building problems and all; beardless, he's back in his boyhood Philadelphia with friend, "old weird Harold," and Brother Russell...
Mamie Eisenhower never liked flying, and in a day when most people take planes, the Eisenhowers often traveled by train. It was by train that the general returned for the last time to his boyhood home of Abilene. A ten-car train was assembled, and the coffin was put aboard baggage car No. 314. The "Old Santa Fe," the private car that carried Eisenhower to Abilene in 1952 for his first campaign speech, was put on for Mrs. Eisenhower and members of the family. At first, the route was kept secret, perhaps out of fear that spectators might be hurt...
...matter of this small, strangely schizophrenic novel literally becomes the colonel's own sentences, his semifictional forays into his own Aussie boyhood during the '20s and '30s. Gingerly he launches into an account of life with his upper-class Sydney family: a barrister father, a tennis-playing mother, "unforgettable-character" grandparents, a funny, Christian Science-spouting sister. The result is a tender exercise in memory quite touching in its own right. Even the Chinese interrogator soaks it all up with pleasure. Then he uses it in a hyperbolic scene that involves hypnotizing the colonel and forcing...
...much of Abilene in Eisenhower, and he described it unforgettably one June afternoon in 1952, when he had returned to open his campaign for the Republican presidential nomination. Standing near the little white clapboard house where he was reared (now open to the public), he spoke of his boyhood and his parents, who were members of the River Brethren, a Mennonite sect: "Their Bibles were a live and lusty influence in their lives. There was nothing sad about their religion." Of his own faith, he once said: "I am the most intensely religious man I know. Nobody goes through...
After a lonely Irish boyhood, and a top British school (Clifton), Cary had a futile three years' fling as an art student in Paris and Edinburgh before entering Oxford. Once there, he gamely tried to disguise his bohemian artist's vocation beneath a carapace of casual tweed, but only succeeded in proving that academies are not sound judges of literary talent. He got an almost unheard-of fourth-class honors...