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...Girlhood Granny. Yet, simple as she tried to portray herself, she was a complicated woman with an agonizingly complex background. Her mother, Mrs. Anna Hall Roosevelt, was a beautiful lady with little capacity for motherhood. Eleanor remembered standing in the parlor doorway at home as a child, "often with my finger in my mouth." and hearing her mother tell visitors: "She is such a funny child, so old-fashioned that we always call her Granny." Recalled Eleanor, "I wanted to sink through the floor in shame...
...typical New Yorker, works in Manhattan and commutes home to Yonkers, but once the kids grow up (all seven of them) dreams of moving into The Plaza. The TIME bureaus of five cities contributed their thousands of words, and the story was researched by Dorothea Bourne, who in girlhood lived on a ten-acre ranch that is now part of the city of Los Angeles. The editor was Ed Jamieson, who has endeavored to let no bias show in favor of his native Boston...
Besides the novels, she has written travel books on Venice and Florence and an autobiography called Memoirs of a Catholic Girlhood, which carried her through a youth spent partially in a convent up to her entrance into Vassar in 1929. The rest of her life can be read between the lines of the novels, essays, and New Yorker stories published over the years...
...CLAUDIA CARDINALE is a new sex bomb, deliciously ticking. With an Italian father, a French mother, a Tunisian birth place and a Sicilian girlhood, she is a 22-year-old gift from the Mediterranean Sea. with dark hair, burnt-olive skin, perfect white teeth and a profile that drops exquisitely across her Palladian nose, mouth and chin, then pours forward boldly before it plunges past an urn of hips to the floor. Daughter of a railroad worker, she has been to all the right schools: a Sicilian beauty contest, the Venice Film Festival, the cover of Paris Match. French critics...
Spelunkers of the writer's mind will find no dark pockets in Jean Kerr's memories of her girlhood. Norman Rockwell might have painted it, showing an oversize white clapboard house with a wide front porch, through the window an upright piano, an upright father singing in his rich baritone, an energetic mother doing the spring cleaning for the second time that day, and beside the house a tall elm tree with a tall young girl high in its branches eating an apple and reading a book...