Word: husbanding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Meanwhile, in Newton, family and friends of Mrs. Faith Deertag gathered for her funeral. Husband Axel told reporters she died happily. "When we learned she had only minutes to live," Deer-tag recalled, "Faith turned to me and said, 'My death will not have been in vain if only this precious heart of mine can beat for another living creature...
...Halprin, 47, wife of San Francisco Architect Lawrence Halprin, is a Hung-Up who likes to hang up her dance-workshop students on a cargo net and, shifting their positions in the webbing, stage a kind of spider-and-fly routine. Erick Hawkins, 54, Graham's former husband, is a Freaked-Out who finds Method in the madness of portraying such things as a pine tree and a shy squash. His movements, though, are often so blandly repetitive that he would do better to imitate a dancer. Anna Sokolow, 55, is a Put-Down whose searing, bleak dances...
...wife of Manhattan real estate Wheeler-Dealer William Zeckendorf; in the so far inexplicable (clear weather, no apparent mechanical difficulty) crash of an Air France Boeing 707 while landing at the Caribbean island of Guadeloupe, killing all 63 aboard. A gracious Georgia lady who professed never to understand her husband's operations (though some of his properties were in her name), she devoted herself to charity, raising funds for everything from ballet to the A.S.P.C.A...
...Yorker would himself have pronounced definitive. Jane Grant has one advantage, and only one, that Thurber lacked: she was Ross's first wife (of three) and helped him start The New Yorker. In fact, she says openly what too many wives secretly believe about their husband's successes: "He would have given up, I am sure, if I hadn't encouraged him; fortunately I was able to influence him for he was in love with me." Not even Thurber could top that...
...former Mrs. Ross, even from her marital vantage point, says nothing significantly new about her husband. Ross is a curiously minor figure in this book. Mostly it is a slow, waltz-time reminiscence of the '20s. There is much name dropping, mostly involving that jolly but too frequently trotted-out Round Table bunch at the Algonquin Hotel. Tales about Miss Grant's frequent dancing dates and about boozing and gambling all tend to crowd her irascible husband right out of the book. Perhaps for a lady who helped found the Lucy Stone League...