Word: wife
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Charley Gray closed the door of his $30,000 house in Sycamore Park, Conn, and eased himself into the Buick beside his wife. On this rainy spring morning in 1947, as she did every weekday morning, Nancy was driving him to catch the 8:30 train to his Fifth Avenue bank job in midtown Manhattan. To Charley, this always seemed the friendliest time of the day. He noticed how Nancy's hair curled below the edges of her green hat and he realized gratefully that he could talk to her about the children, or the household budget...
...wife had lived in a style to which I was not accustomed. We had to have a maid-of-all-work. Then we had a baby and we had to have a nurse. Then we had to have a car. And ever since then I've been over a barrel...
Marquand says he was forced to keep his nose to the Satevepost grindstone for years to keep his head above the household bills. His wife urged him to try a different vein-advice which he followed later, if not at the time. "She would say, 'Why don't you write something nice for your Uncle Ellery on the Atlantic Monthly?' She didn't realize that my Uncle Ellery would have given me a nice silver inkwell, or a hundred dollars, and that wouldn't pay the bills...
...happy and be himself. Marquand's female characters are unfinished portraits, and he knows it. "I have never had a female character really steering. They are usually officious people who are rocking the boat and are worried about the butcher bill and the cat. My first wife thinks all the women are based on her, and my second wife thinks all the women are based...
...still trying to win repose for himself but finds it a continuing and perhaps hopeless process, with daily ups & downs. He is 5 ft. ii in., with grey hair that is white about the temples, physically alert, and dieting to reduce a slight paunchiness. He and his second wife, Adelaide Hooker Marquand, and their three young children spend most of the year on his Kent's Island farm, four miles from Newburyport. When he is writing, he starts at 9:30 a.m. and dictates for four hours. That is his limit ("my metabolism or something"), and even...