Share This Page. Evelyn F. Stanton died peacefully in her sleep on December 29, while on a holiday vacation in Montana with many of her children and grandchildren. She was born December 17, in Hollister, California, where she picked prunes and apricots in her family's orchards. They graduated in and married in Evelyn obtained her teaching credential and taught Spanish at El Cerrito High School while Emmett attended dental school. Her husband predeceased her in For more than 40 years Evelyn was an active community volunteer and leader at the local, state and national level.
She was a lifetime member of the American Association of University Women, serving as president of the San Mateo Branch and the California State Division , as regional vice-president , and as national treasurer With her husband, she co-chaired the Hillsborough Concours d' Elegance in and the two of them were honored as Hillsborough's Citizens of the Year in Evelyn served on or chaired civic boards, commissions and task forces too numerous to mention.
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This book "Precipitations" was her first book. Very Good with no Dust Jacket. Keener Books Professional seller. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, The book and its contents are in clean, bright condition. He showed me into a comfortable, soberly furnished room, with a fine view over the trees across Hyde Park.
The horrors of London life! From there he gave me a number of comments and directions:. This is the only hotel with a civilized view left in London.
Do you see a brown-paper parcel? Open it, please. Wouldn't you rather smoke a cigar? He reentered, wearing a pair of white pajamas and metal-rimmed spectacles. He took a cigar, lit it, and got into bed. I sat down in an armchair at the foot of the bed, juggling notebook, pen, and enormous cigar between hands and knees.
Bring up that chair. I had prepared a number of lengthy questions—the reader will no doubt detect the shadows of them in what follows—but I soon discovered that they did not, as I had hoped, elicit long or ruminative replies. Perhaps what was most striking about Mr.
Waugh's conversation was his command of language: his spoken sentences were as graceful, precise, and rounded as his written sentences. He never faltered, nor once gave the impression of searching for a word. The answers he gave to my questions came without hesitation or qualification, and any attempt I made to induce him to expand a reply generally resulted in a rephrasing of what he had said before.
Waugh did not lend himself, either as a writer or as a man, to the form of delicate psychological probing and self-analysis which are characteristic of many of the other interviews. However, I should like to do something to dismiss the mythical image of Evelyn Waugh as an ogre of arrogance and reaction. Although he carefully avoided taking part in the marketplace of literary life, of conferences, prize giving, and reputation building, he was, nonetheless, both well informed and decided in his opinions about his contemporaries and juniors.
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Throughout the three hours I spent with him he was consistently helpful, attentive, and courteous, allowing himself only minor flights of ironic exasperation if he considered my questions irrelevant or ill-phrased. It was vivid and full of action.
When I was at school I wrote a five-thousand-word novel about modern school life. It was intolerably bad.