Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1957-11-04
JIM BISHOP.
REPORTER
Reflections at the Death of NY Wife


ABOARD THE GIULIO CESARE AT SEA.-The mon
signor sloly the little ships altar There
Is Force wind outside In the chapel the oorshipers
cannot the t0ts and punges of the liner but the
feet feel them and the yelow tongues OF flame the
candles slo,oy back and forth. Monsignor Luigi
Floran is saying Requiem Mass for my De. she died
yesterday.
There are things does not want to write about.
This is But these columns have led the readers
overseas, and cannot continue gay, lying note.
At S:35 pm yesterday Gnny called from Sea Bright,
N j. and her voice sounded though all the meaning
winds Of the tearing at her hair. Daddy?
Dad? Can you hear me? Mommy died this morning Yes,
this morning. Can you hear then the doctor {.
peritonitis and pneumonia. I can't hear. Please
don't worry -"
The Monsgnor moves to the right side of the altar.
try to pay attention The black chasube strange
on cruise ship. To my left kneels Father Matthew
Hounhan OF FIoral Park Behind me is Mrs. EseIa Rosa
ViDano, ,0ho has asked the onsignor to say this first
Mass
But my mind would not stay 1t was 1400 miles west,
with her, and with my two girls. The voyage is
subdued nightmare The thoughts confused and
irrational Elinor the deck of the liner United
States, posing for picture with She looks dark and
attractive she has in all the q have been
together Edna says pull the stole around to the front
will be in the picture" and everybody
laughing
Lifes High Points and Low Points
see her when we we're keeping company The fights
The tears. The mutual recrimnationS. her at the
altar the big white picture hat the buds of the red
shivering in her The lean years of kid reporter
and brokers' secretary The childish anger of the bride
over fancied slight and the enormous Joy
small remembrance.
A little girl born dead in 1881 little girl who lived
four hours in 1885 The signs of increasing
of petuance. The happiness beyond ecstasy when we
were devoted to each other The periods of silence in
the house when weren't
The baby born in July, 1887, in Leesburg Va. We
called her Virginia Lee The one born in the war years.
Gayle Peggy They steaded her. Elnor devoted to
these things in this order: God her mother her church.
her children her husband She feared God as though
He wrath incarnate She loved her mother Maggy
with something shade this side of alteration. Einor
almost breathed for Maggy
Death Begins to Strike
AS Maggy passed the age of u.s. Elnor began to fret
She had waited her mother and more, and the
daughter dragging herself down inch by inch. On
June &c. 1857, there three the house at
Sea Bright One Maggy upstairs in bed; one was
my mother, blind and leaning in the living
room; Elinor, approaching her 47th birthday
and nervous that she could neither sit stand
In two days. Maggy gone. In 80 days, my
mother gone Sixty-six days and Elinor was
gone. Morbid? Far from It, l am thankful that
permitted to have each of them long did These
the first deaths in family in so years We are
lucky people.
The monsgnor Is saying the gospel The Latin sounds
the same here as 1t does In New York IN Ranqoon
At the otertory remember to offer the Mass up for
my Eltnor.
She small and witty and we had much fun. When
she felt good she sparked Gayle almost A. laughs with
the same hepesSneSS In the young years Enor loved
nightclubs and shows and we made them ALL In the
later years. she became recluse who did not want to
60 out, or answer doorbel a telephone.
The End of the World
After her mother died. Elinor became defenseleSs
She little girl who wanted to be loved and
impatient give it. Her eyes pleaded for under
standing asked her what she afraid of, and she
said death. told her that she still young and she
said she couldn't help it.
I knew her even her mother did not know her
and aernated between talking about doctors and Just
turning my back. Nothing could her. And when
left for Europe held her chin in my hand and said;
Remember you're not in charge of your big girls this
time. They're In charge of you. Stay we'll until get
home"
On the pier, she waved a handkerchief and cried
into It, And thought: How typcal You'd think that
1t was the end Of the world"
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copyisht. 1857, Features Syndicate Inc