Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1959)

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In the December , 1958, Photoplay, Dick Gardner said rPhe door slammed firmly shut behind them. The tall, blond young man and his wife walked in silence down the front path of their home and then turned abruptly right as they reached the sidewalk. Both had dug their hands deeply into their coat pockets. A cold north blast hit them as they reached the corner and Dick Gardner pulled the collar of his coat up tight around his ears while his wife Joan buried her face in her high fur collar. The orange sun of the late winter afternoon cast long grey shadows ahead of them. Occasionally, as though concerned about his wife’s strained manner, Dick turned his head to look at Joan but she continued to stare steadily ahead. It was their first moment alone in a long time . . . and their first time alone in their hometown of Waterloo, Iowa, since they had left it to go to Hollywood many months before . . . and ( Continued on page 90) “ It was our first time together since Joan had left me in Hollywood to come home to Iowa with the children . . . we felt awkward . . . we didn’t know what to say . . . and we were afraid for our marriage .”