March 2, 1988 |
Janet Cunningham, a leap year baby in 1960, gave birth to a daughter exactly 28 years later. Erin Michelle Cunningham was born Monday, two days ahead of doctors' expectations. "I never expected it," said Cunningham, who lives in Severna Park. "It's not something you plan."
December 16, 1990 |
When Pete Wilson becomes governor next month, he will bring with him one of his closest friends--the man he has always trusted to tell him when he is wrong. He is Bob White: loyal adviser, political strategist, keeper of the gate and hatchet man. To some, he is Wilson's alter ego. Without question, he is the man Wilson relies on to make things work. "He is politically very adept and sensitive," Wilson says. "He is not a yes man. I have great personal affection for him.
February 12, 1985 |
Veteran network correspondent Sam Jaffe, who was forced to spend the final years of his life denying that he was a Soviet spy, is dead of cancer. Jaffe was 55 when he died Friday at his home in Bethesda, Md., a suburb of Washington. Jaffe had been a correspondent for Life magazine and CBS before joining ABC television in 1960.
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July 17, 2003 |
The Queen of Salsa is dead. Celia Cruz, the Afro-Cuban singer who rose from a humble Havana home to command half a century of Latin dance music with her sonorous voice and regal yet folksy personality, died Wednesday afternoon at her Fort Lee, N.J., home after a battle with brain cancer. She was 77. Her death came two days after her 41st wedding anniversary.
March 30, 1986 |
Kaffir! Even now the word is loaded with associations planted deep in my childhood: a veiled sense of something shameful or dirty; a tinge of pity; the fascination of the different; the pungent, strange smell of black dwellings--the servants' backyard pondok (shanty), the Kafferkraal (Kaffir village), the Kafferlokasie (Kaffir township). Some of the closest friends of my youth were "Kaffirs"--but I would never, even in thought, have called them that.
September 6, 2007 |
In the summer of 1959, everyone could see that Sarah Elizabeth Lindsey was going places. Beautiful and brainy, she had edited the yearbook, joined the science club and graduated near the top of her class. In the fall, she'd be off to college. Her boyfriend, Freddie Thompson, was another story. A year behind Lindsey in school, he was a 6-foot-5 stick of undeveloped potential, awkward and lacking in drive.