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04-04-2001, 06:45 PM
My Hero, Nancy Reagan (http://www.politicalusa.com/columnists/andersen/andersen_017.htm)
The Case Against Feminism, Week Five
By Kirsten Andersen
Once upon a time, I thought there were no such things as heroes.* I can be more cynical than The Cynic (http://www.politicalusa.com/columnists/cynic/index.htm) (another Political USA columnist), and I have never been able to idealize another human being to the point of near-worship that heroism demands.* Heroism seemed a silly idea -- old-fashioned and dangerously close to idolatry.* No, heroes were definitely not my thing--until I started following the ongoing saga of Nancy Reagan.
Mrs. Reagan was born Ann Francis Robbins on July 6, 1923.* She had a tumultuous childhood marked by her parents’ early divorce and virtual abandonment by her mother during her growing-up years.* By the time Ann was seven, her mother had slowed her acting career enough to take a more active role in Ann’s life.* A man named Loyal Davis married Ann’s mother and legally adopted the girl who would change her name first to Nancy Davis, and later to Nancy Reagan.
Nancy attended Smith College, where she was a drama major.* In the late 1940’s, she signed a seven-year contract with MGM Studios and moved to Los Angeles.* Her arrival in Hollywood was during the height of the McCarthy era, and the lifelong conservative was dismayed to discover her name on a list of suspected communist sympathizers.* It was then that she contacted Ronald Reagan, the attractive president of the Screen Actors Guild, avowed anti-communist, and recent divorcee.
Well...not really.* Nancy had (and has) way more class than that.* She actually got a friend to approach the future President about asking her to dinner.* Really classy women should not need to ask men out, as everyone knows.
Ronald Reagan did, in fact, ask Nancy out.* Despite his insistence that he had an early call and would need to cut the date short, they stayed out until three in the morning laughing and talking.* Soon they were in love, and they were married in 1952.
Mrs. Reagan recently released a book of President Reagan’s love letters to her (I Love You, Ronnie, Random House), written over a period of more than forty years.* The letters offer a picture of the President that was rarely seen in his public life -- his sentimental, vulnerable, and very mushy side.
One of the letters said: "Beginning in 1951, Nancy Davis, seeing the plight of a lonely man who didn't know how lonely he really was, determined to rescue him from a completely empty life. He sits in the Oval Office from which he can see (if he scrooches down) her window and feels warm all over just knowing she is there."
That kind of quote is a moving admission coming from the leader of the free world.* The rest of the letters range from silly ramblings of a man too much in love to apologetic pleas from a contrite husband.* All of the letters are touching in a way that can elicit tears from even the most jaded reader’s eyes.
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Click here to read the complet article (http://www.politicalusa.com/columnists/andersen/andersen_017.htm)
The Case Against Feminism, Week Five
By Kirsten Andersen
Once upon a time, I thought there were no such things as heroes.* I can be more cynical than The Cynic (http://www.politicalusa.com/columnists/cynic/index.htm) (another Political USA columnist), and I have never been able to idealize another human being to the point of near-worship that heroism demands.* Heroism seemed a silly idea -- old-fashioned and dangerously close to idolatry.* No, heroes were definitely not my thing--until I started following the ongoing saga of Nancy Reagan.
Mrs. Reagan was born Ann Francis Robbins on July 6, 1923.* She had a tumultuous childhood marked by her parents’ early divorce and virtual abandonment by her mother during her growing-up years.* By the time Ann was seven, her mother had slowed her acting career enough to take a more active role in Ann’s life.* A man named Loyal Davis married Ann’s mother and legally adopted the girl who would change her name first to Nancy Davis, and later to Nancy Reagan.
Nancy attended Smith College, where she was a drama major.* In the late 1940’s, she signed a seven-year contract with MGM Studios and moved to Los Angeles.* Her arrival in Hollywood was during the height of the McCarthy era, and the lifelong conservative was dismayed to discover her name on a list of suspected communist sympathizers.* It was then that she contacted Ronald Reagan, the attractive president of the Screen Actors Guild, avowed anti-communist, and recent divorcee.
Well...not really.* Nancy had (and has) way more class than that.* She actually got a friend to approach the future President about asking her to dinner.* Really classy women should not need to ask men out, as everyone knows.
Ronald Reagan did, in fact, ask Nancy out.* Despite his insistence that he had an early call and would need to cut the date short, they stayed out until three in the morning laughing and talking.* Soon they were in love, and they were married in 1952.
Mrs. Reagan recently released a book of President Reagan’s love letters to her (I Love You, Ronnie, Random House), written over a period of more than forty years.* The letters offer a picture of the President that was rarely seen in his public life -- his sentimental, vulnerable, and very mushy side.
One of the letters said: "Beginning in 1951, Nancy Davis, seeing the plight of a lonely man who didn't know how lonely he really was, determined to rescue him from a completely empty life. He sits in the Oval Office from which he can see (if he scrooches down) her window and feels warm all over just knowing she is there."
That kind of quote is a moving admission coming from the leader of the free world.* The rest of the letters range from silly ramblings of a man too much in love to apologetic pleas from a contrite husband.* All of the letters are touching in a way that can elicit tears from even the most jaded reader’s eyes.
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Click here to read the complet article (http://www.politicalusa.com/columnists/andersen/andersen_017.htm)