Word: mother
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...mother of two small boys, I find it hard to distinguish between pity and contempt when I read a statement like Mrs. Elmore's -"I am childless from choice" [TIME, March 10]-pity because she will never know or understand the pride and great happiness that can come only from watching one's own children grow and develop; contempt for her intolerance and ignorance and unsurpassed selfishness...
Homer Collyer and his brother Langley grew up just before the gas chandelier, the camisole and the Prince Albert coat vanished from the American scene. Their father was a well-known and wealthy Manhattan gynecologist, their mother an educated woman who read the classics aloud to them in Greek. They were fondly reared; they were trained to be gentlemen & scholars. Homer became an admiralty lawyer. Langley went in for engineering and developed a talent for the piano...
...they were shy young men and showed little inclination to brave the noisy world. In 1909, when Homer was 27 and Langley 23, they were still living with their parents in a handsome, three-story brownstone on upper Fifth Avenue. Then their father & mother separated. The brothers began shutting themselves off from life...
Myrrh Was Twit's. Allen comes honestly by the common touch. He was born John Florence Sullivan, 52 years ago, on the lace-curtain-Irish fringe of Cambridge, Mass. His father was a bookbinder. His mother died when he was three, and he and his brother Bobby went to live with her sister,"Aunt Lizzie" Herlihy, in Allston, Mass. He was a scrawny kid, all arms, legs and adenoids. The tough little Micks in his new neighborhood took one look at his pinched, birdlike face, nicknamed him "Twit," and let him play alone. To pass time - and attract attention...
Once upon a time Mary Colum was Mary Maguire, Irish, red-haired and 18. "I got on the Dublin train," she says, "in my new blue ankle-length dress, my dead mother's watch fastened to a long chain and stuck in my belt. Attached to the chain was a silver Child of Mary medal and a ... silver cross, and nobody, not even a native of central Africa, could have failed to recognize in me the typical product of a convent school...