Word: patly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Raise Oranges." After half an hour of jostling conversation with the Olympians, the Nixons slipped away and walked down an icy path to Squaw Valley's reception center, where a welcome party for them was already blazing up. In front of a huge open fire, Pat paused long enough to take off her coat (with lapels solidly festooned with Olympic buttons pinned on by the eager young athletes) and fur-trimmed galoshes (borrowed for the occasion from her teen-age daughter). Then she headed resolutely for the reception line. A Swedish official in a white sweater kissed her hand...
...talking, leave me alone." She is just as silent-in public-on the subject of politics. "I've always been a part of what's done," she explained to a pride of society-page lionesses in Detroit last week, "but ; silent partner." Underneath her carapace of reserve Pat Nixon carries the ambitions and anxieties of any other woman. She worries about her children and gives herself wholeheartedly to them during the 10% sliver of private life. (Once, when a withering Washington heat wave threatened a promised Sunday picnic. Pat simply moved the lunch hamper and the family...
...hardscrabble life, with scant plumbing and no electricity and few creature comforts. During hot spells, the neighbors pumped so much water that the Ryans could not raise water in the daytime, had to spend the night hours vigorously pumping. "It was very primitive," admits Pat Nixon, but since nobody in Artesia was any better off, it seemed to be a perfectly normal existence...
...went so fast-he kept putti"? on the gas instead of the brake, and couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong. We were all terribly frightened, but it was fun." When Pat was 13 her mother died, and Pat became the homemaker for her father and brothers. (The Bender children had grown up and moved away.) During the harvest, she worked in the fields with her family and the hired hands, then headed back to the kitchen to cook. "I learned fast," she remembers. "I'd bake a half-dozen pies at a time...
Round Trip. Bill and Tom Ryan were in Los Angeles, working their way through college, and Pat, at 18, was completely on her own. Says she: "I have made my own decisions ever since my father died." Among the young girl's big ambitions, two predominated: travel and a college education. "I always wanted to do something else besides be buried in a small town ... I wanted to start with an education." For a year she attended nearby Fullerton Junior College, stopping off on her way to school to sweep out the First National Bank of Artesia and returning...