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Zusatztext I love you! Ronnie...will move! charm! and cheer...revealing Reagan the man. The Washington Post Informationen zum Autor Ronald and Nancy Reagan were America's president and first lady from 1981 to 1989. Nancy Reagan was born in New York, was raised in Chicago, and attended Smith College. During the summers before graduation, she worked in summer-stock theater productions. In New York, she appeared on Broadway, including in Lute Song with Mary Martin. She was signed by MGM, and she made eight motion pictures for the studio before leaving to marry Ronald Reagan. She is the author of a memoir, My Turn . Klappentext No matter what else was going on in his life or where he wastraveling to make movies! at the White House! or sometimes just across the roomRonald Reagan wrote letters to Nancy Reagan! to express his love! thoughts! and feelings! and to stay in touch. Through these extraordinary letters and reflections! the private character and life of an American president and his first lady are revealed. Nancy Reagan reflects with love and insight on the letters! on her husband! and on the many phases of their life together. A love story spanning half a century and the private life of this classic American couple come vividly alive in this rare and inspiring book. Feb. 14,1977 Dear St. Valentine, I'm writing to you about a beautiful young lady who has been in this household for 25 years nowcome March 4. I have a request to make of you but before doing so feel you should know more about her. For one thing she has 2 heartsher own and mine. I'm not complaining. I gave her mine willingingly, and like it right where it is. Her name is Nancy but for some time now I've called her Mommie and don't believe I could change. My request of you iscould you on this day whisper in her ear that someone loves her ver much and more and more each day? Also tell her, this "Someone" would run down like a dollar clock without her so she must always stay where she is. Then tell her if she wants to know who that "Someone" is to just turn her head to the left. I'll be across the room waiting to see if you told her. If you'll do this for me, I'll be very happy knowing that she knows I love her with all my heart. Thank you, "Someone" Dear Mrs. Reagan And you are Mrs. Reagan because Mr. Reagan loves you with all his heart. Every time Mr. Reagan sees the evening star or blows out the birthday candles or gets the big end of the wishbone he thinks the same wisha prayer reallythat so much happiness will go on and somehow be deserved by him. It is true sometimes that Mr. Reagan loses his temper and slams a door but that's because he can't cry or stamp his foot(he isn't really the type.) But mad or glad Mr. Reagan is head over heels in love with Mrs. Reagan and can't even imagine a world without her He loves her Mr. Reagan Dear Wife, A few days ago you told me I was angry with you. I tried to explain I was frustrated with myself. But later on I realized that my frustration might have been a touch of self-pity because I'd been going around feeling that you are frequently angry with me. No more. We are so much "one" that you are as vital to me as my own heartwith one exception; you could never be replaced with a transplant. Whatever I treasure and enjoythis home, our ranch, the sight of the seaall would be without meaning if I didn't have you. I live in a permanent Christmas because God gave me you. As I write this, you are hurrying byback and forth doing those things only you can do and I get a feeling of warm happiness just watching you. That's why I can't pass you or let you pass me without reaching to touch you. (Except now or you would see what I'm doing.) I'll write no more because I'm going to catch up with you wherever you are and hold you for a mo...
—The Washington Post
Autorentext
Ronald and Nancy Reagan were America's president and first lady from 1981 to 1989.
Nancy Reagan was born in New York, was raised in Chicago, and attended Smith College. During the summers before graduation, she worked in summer-stock theater productions. In New York, she appeared on Broadway, including in Lute Song with Mary Martin. She was signed by MGM, and she made eight motion pictures for the studio before leaving to marry Ronald Reagan. She is the author of a memoir, My Turn.
Klappentext
No matter what else was going on in his life or where he was—traveling to make movies, at the White House, or sometimes just across the room—Ronald Reagan wrote letters to Nancy Reagan, to express his love, thoughts, and feelings, and to stay in touch. Through these extraordinary letters and reflections, the private character and life of an American president and his first lady are revealed. Nancy Reagan reflects with love and insight on the letters, on her husband, and on the many phases of their life together. A love story spanning half a century and the private life of this classic American couple come vividly alive in this rare and inspiring book.
Leseprobe
Feb. 14,1977
Dear St. Valentine,
I'm writing to you about a beautiful young lady who has been in this household for 25 years now—come March 4.
I have a request to make of you but before doing so feel you should know more about her. For one thing she has 2 hearts—her own and mine. I'm not complaining. I gave her mine willingingly, and like it right where it is. Her name is Nancy but for some time now I've called her Mommie and don't believe I could change.
My request of you is—could you on this day whisper in her ear that someone loves her ver much and more and more each day? Also tell her, this "Someone" would run down like a dollar clock without her so she must always stay where she is.
Then tell her if she wants to know who that "Someone" is to just turn her head to the left. I'll be across the room waiting to see if you told her. If you'll do this for me, I'll be very happy knowing that she knows I love her with all my heart.
Thank you,
"Someone"
Dear Mrs. Reagan
And you are Mrs. Reagan because Mr. Reagan loves you with all his heart. Every time Mr. Reagan sees the evening star or blows out the birthday candles or gets the big end of the wishbone he thinks the same wish—a prayer really—that so much happiness will go on and somehow be deserved by him.
It is true sometimes that Mr. Reagan loses his temper and slams a door but that's because he can't cry or stamp his foot—(he isn't really the type.) But mad or glad Mr. Reagan is head over heels in love with Mrs. Reagan and can't even imagine a world without her—
He loves her
        Mr. Reagan
Dear Wife,
A few days ago you told me I was angry with you. I tried to explain I was frustrated with myself. But later on I realized that my frustration might have been a touch of self-pity because I'd been going around feeling that you are frequently angry with me.
No more. We are so much "one" that you are as vital to me as my own heart—with one exception; you could never be replaced with a transplant.
Whatever I treasure and enjoy—this home, our ranch, the sight of the sea—all would be without meaning if I didn't have you. I live in a permanent Christmas because God gave me you. As I write this, you are hurrying by—back and forth doing those things only you can do and I get a feeling of warm happiness just watching you. That's why I can't pass you or let you pass me without reaching to touch you. (Except now or you would see what I'm doing.)
I'll write no more because I'm going to catch up with you wherever you are and hold you for a moment.
Merry Christmas Darling—I love you with all my heart.
Your Husband
Dear Mrs. Reagan,
Your lo…