I’ll miss Nora Ephron like I miss Martha Graham—a powerful presence gone. I knew Graham, not Ephron, but how can I not miss the person who wrote:
“I am probably the only young woman who ever worked in the Kennedy White House whom the president did not make a pass at. Perhaps it was my permanent wave, which was a truly unfortunate mistake. Perhaps it was my wardrobe, which mostly consisted of multicolored dynel dresses that looked like distilled Velveeta cheese. Perhaps it's because I'm Jewish -- don't laugh, think about it, think about that long, long list of women J.F.K. slept with. Were any Jewish? I don't think so."
She sounds a tad rueful, and can you blame her? Are women so different from men that they’d pass up a chance to add a Presidential scalp, JFK’s no less, to their trophy wall?
In 1965 I was working at the St. Louis Muni Opera, a summer musical theater. Elaine Stritch was there and at an after-show party whispered, with the triumph of a GI on a weekend pass who’d gone to church and made it with the preacher’s wife, that she’d been to bed with JFK. Nowadays it is common knowledge that JFK jumped into bed with anyone of the preferred gender, except, as it turns out, Nora Ephron. He sure messed up there, but nobody’s perfect.
Reading the many articles singing Nora Ephron’s praises, what strikes me most is what a warm and dear person she was. People loved her, and she had a gift for loving them back. I hadn’t known she was a blogger. The Internet is aglow with Nora Ephron elegies, tributes, and farewells, but I couldn’t find her blog. Some parts must still be posted. I’ll keep looking.
“When your children are teenagers, it's important to have a dog so that someone in the house is happy to see you." Nora Ephron