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By SANDRA DEE
"If I Were Married"
What kind of wife would Sandra be? What could her husband expect of her? Here are the answers in her own words
PET Pomeranian stands on hind legs for Sandra who ran stand on her own two feet. Her latest movie is U-I's "Portrait In Black".
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.LTHOUGH I AM NOT engaged, and not even going steady, I am at the age where I can't help thinking what life would be like if I were married. And I've come to some pretty definite conclusions.
First of all, I'd go right on working!
I know this sounds like a contradiction to what I've said before. A number of times when I was asked about my future, I stated emphatically that once I was married, I would settle down and forget about my career to devote all my time to my husband and my family.
Frankly, this was before I realized now much I enjoyed my work, and how much it meant to me!
Not that I intend to neglect my obligations as a wife. But I will try to have my cake and eat it too, as the saying goes, if at all possible.
If I were married, my husband would be the absolute boss of the family. This is based on the relationship between my mother and step-father, Eugene Douvan. Maybe because he was older, maybe because he'd traveled so much more, or maybe because this is just the way he was; we respected his knowledge and listened to his advice. He was very kind — yet his word was absolute rule in our house. And it worked out beautifully.
I remember one Friday afternoon when he came home from the office about 5:30. Almost casually, during dinner, he suggested that mother and I spend our after-dinner hours packing.
Mother looked up at him in surprise. "Where are we going this time, Eugene?"
"We're flying to Cuba tomorrow morning at 7:00," he announced matter-of-factly.
"But what am I going to do about clothes?" Mom came back.
"And what about me?" I added. "Half the stuff I have is at the cleaners right now."
It didn't disturb him a bit. "You pack whatever you have, and if you are short anything, we will buy it in Havana."
Sure enough, the next morning at 7:00, we left for New York's International Airport, and Cuba.
This was not an isolated case. Once he gave us barely an hour to get ready for a boat trip to New England. Many times we didn't even have that much time to prepare for a weekend jaunt. We never argued. And that's exactly the way I want it to be when I'm married.
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