Word: elizabeth
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Edwards caravan rolls into Ottumwa in the southeastern part of the state, the candidate and his wife Elizabeth conduct a master class in the art of emotional connection. More than 300 people have packed into a wood-paneled room inside UAW Local 74, a modest brick union hall around the corner from a vast John Deere plant. They cheer when Elizabeth Edwards cites a poll that puts her husband 8 points ahead of Hillary Clinton in Iowa, and they fall into a hush when Elizabeth talks about health care. "Ninety-five thousand women in this state are uninsured," she says...
...basic blue shirt, tells these people he is one of them. He may be a millionaire trial lawyer, but he made his money by taking on corporations on behalf of regular folks, "and I beat 'em and I beat 'em and I beat 'em again." He and Elizabeth fall into a little routine onstage-she's the smart, gabby wife, he's the exasperated but loving husband-and when she interrupts him by mopping up some water that has spilled at his feet, he pretends to get mad. "Quit frettin' about it! Y'all stop messin' around and listen!" People...
...specific groups. But Edwards' sales pitch is full of transactions-a couple hundred billion dollars' worth of them, give or take-and the crowd in Ottumwa wants all of it. When he is finished, the people clap and whoo-hoo and head up to shake his hand and hug Elizabeth. A gray-haired woman in front of me, who wears a blouse covered with Harley-Davidson logos, is cheering as hard as anyone, so I tap her on the shoulder. When she turns, I can suddenly see the tears welling up in her eyes. I apologize for intruding...
...Edwards aides urged him not to build such a big house. Their effort failed because the Edwardses-having battled cancer and lost a son, Wade, in an automobile accident 11 years ago, when he was 16-wanted to enjoy the luxuries they could afford. "We live our lives," says Elizabeth. "We're not pretending to be anything we're not. People have said, Don't do this or that. How would it look? But I honestly don't know how much time I've got. So we're going to live our lives...
...1970s, everybody just knew that painting was dead; real artists did installations or sawed houses in half. But Elizabeth Murray disagreed, creating big, shaped canvases in declamatory colors featuring cartoonish references to bodily form and household objects, like Morning Is Breaking, above. Influenced by Stuart Davis, Picasso and Miró, as well as the comics she loved as a kid, Murray blended high and low within her pieces and in their exhibition; two of her large mosaic murals adorn New York City subway stops. She was 66 and had lung cancer...