enter Living across the hall is their lovely neighbor and friend Elizabeth Marten Shirley Jones , herself divorced, and the newest addition to the household is Mrs. Livingston Roberta Sherwood , whose age and life experience give her the liberty of bestowing dating advice on Tom. Like Ford, he was at ease in his role, never giving away the hard work of making acting look natural.
The film did not fare well upon its initial release, perhaps because it was out of step with the times. Over the years, however, the gentle nature of the story has created a loyal audience. The movie and the book it was based on the real-life stories of the author inspired the TV series of the same name starring Bill Bixby and Brandon Cruz, which aired from — and, in its own manner, was as endearing as the movie. Wonderful review.
Thank you! Like Liked by 1 person. I think charming is the perfect word for it. The chemistry between Ford and Jones is wonderful, too…both were superb actors who made it look easy.
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Like Like. Recognizes that spouse is progressing, is patient with imperfections. This does not mean that abuse victims should silently bear cruelty, or follow a spouse disobedient to God. This is the love that is to be applied in marriages, in families, and with our fellowmen. A marriage based on this kind of love becomes the most romantic of all, generating eternal tender feelings between a husband and a wife.
It should also be obvious that the heartache leading to divorce can be caused by the negative traits identified in the chart.
These traits should be eliminated from our lives and homes. It is almost humorous to observe a young unmarried couple in love. After spending an entire day together, they are back together again on the phone that same night. Even in their thoughts they can hardly focus on anything else. Love begins to disrupt their studies or work.
Everything else in life becomes a nuisance and an interruption that keeps them apart until they can be together again. In their minds there was never, in the history of the world, a truer love than theirs. After they marry, this intensity tapers off. Living under the same roof, they each begin to discover a few peculiar idiosyncracies in the other that they had not seen before. Some of these are irritating. The infatuation begins to fade. Those who have confused infatuation for love begin to worry and wonder if they are falling out of love. Their relationship is passing through a common stage and is at an important crossroad.
If they believe they have fallen out of love, they may begin to drift apart. This is when a dose of true love is needed to rekindle a relationship that is being tested. True love may not restore the same emotional intensity of early courtship, but it will help love remain alive and blooming. Forty years later, Grandpa can go fishing, love Grandma dearly, but more easily endure a short absence from her than he could at a youthful age when smitten with infatuation. Their love is stronger, more mature, and still blossoming.
If a husband and wife are willing to apply the scriptural definition of love to their relationship, even a stale marriage and romance can be revived. Stephen R. Covey relates the following experience:. What can I do? The feeling of love is the fruit of love. So love your wife. You did it once, you can do it again. Are you willing to do that? So for dinner rather than breakfast, classic eggs Benedict.
Engmuffs, fried Canadian peameal bacon, poached eggs, lemon hollandaise, a sprinkle of cayenne. Plate-licking good. Veal Chops and Braised Fennel.
Saturday 14 February, St. Valentine's Clever of Canadian universities to have the break over Valentine's Day, which began with a recently discovered Linear B tablet from the Mycenaean palace of Theobromopolis and a lickable Valentine wipe that smile and the chocolate off your face : calligraphy done in vegetable oil though now I think about, egg white might have been even better then dusted with cocoa and powered sugar.
Barbara had smuggled a couple of Antipasto's veal chops past the ever-vigilant US customs authorities by claiming to be some girl named G. These were loin chops, like tiny T-bone steaks. So we pan seared them and set them on a little Vesuvius of braised fennel. And then to welcome Barbara back to Cincinnati, Graeters. Cetera quis nescit? Barbara's home. Friday 13 February We're back to the early days of our courtship, living for breaks and vacations. She arrived around eight to be greeted by a classic pork and porcini stew.
A certain amount of snogging may have ensued before and after the meal, though not during. Shiao Lan Kung.
Saturday 10 January We walked out by ourselves to a great Chinese restaurant - Shiao Lan Kung, found through the eagle scouts of Chowhound. We started with a pork and preserved turnip soup, perfect on a cold night. Then wonderful salt-baked seafood: shrimp, scallops, and squid, all very fresh and tasty. Also an excellent beef with eggplant. We hit the joint at , with accidental but perfect timing, as we were seated immediately and the place is insanely popular.
No liquor license, but we were in the mood for tea, anyway. And we made up for it back in the hotel room with the finest bottle of champagne the Quicky Mart doth afford. The next day we had to fly off to different cities together. Our blog, and our hearts, go back on hiatus. Friday 9 January On Friday we went out to a dinner in honor of Barbara's old excavation director at Sardis.
It was at Bookbinders old, original , and was amazingly elaborate - there were huge platters of every kind of cold seafood appetizer, including lobster, huge shrimp, both lump crab and claws, and raw oysters and clams. We didn't want to be too rude about gobbling, but we managed to polish off just about all the shellfish we wanted, which is rare, as we just love that stuff.
For some bizarre reason the people at the center of the table kept falling down on the job, and we were forced to hint that if they weren't planning on eating that mussel there were those that would. We had a fine seared tuna and grouper, which were nearly superfluous at that point. Our glasses seemed to replenish themselves of their own accord and a fine cognac followed.
We dined like Lydians, and them boys knew from food. The Return of the Blog. Does it count as a dirty weekend if you're married? Oh, yes, yes it does. We used to go to Victor's back when Barbara was teaching in Philadelphia, and her Mom would come down from New York to visit. Florry would enter Victor's and greet every dusty signed photograph as an old friend. When the records yes, youth, they had records then played, she could "Name That Voice" within ten seconds.
Short pause to praise America. Is this a great country, or what, where a poor Jewish girl from Brooklyn could develop a life-long love of opera and an encyclopedic knowledge of the same, from the Texaco radio broadcasts, standing room tickets, and public TV and public libraries? The old photos are still there, the waiters and waitresses usually young students at Curtis still belt out an aria on the half hour, and the menu is unaltered since Caruso was a pup—a hundentenor—and a good thing too.
The only change was that the elderly banks of 78s have been retired to a rest home somewhere upstate to make way for a few more tables.