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Three Fords in ’47: But Glenn saw little of Eleanor and son Peter — movie roles took him often and far from home
FOR
THE LOVE
OF
PETE
BY ELEANOR POWELL FORD
Glenn and I looked at each other, stunned. Something had happened — something that concerned Peter. That night we became a family
• About six o’clock last night I pulled open my front door. On my doorstep stood two mighty hunters, both of them dressed in muddy blue jeans and triumphant smiles. The small hunter was wet from the top of his head to the tips of his rubber boots, and he held a jar of tadpoles in one hand. The big hunter was even wetter, and his jar of tadpoles was twice as large.
I looked at my husband and my nine-year-old son, and I had to laugh. I was remembering what a dignified acquaintance once blushingly told me.
“How much I envy you,” she had said. “I can imagine just how you feel when Glenn Ford steps out of the car each night, kicks the front door open and sweeps you into his arms.” . . .
“Hey, Ellie, take this, will you?” my husband said, handing me his jar of tadpoles. “I’ve got to get the frogs. We caught a couple of beauties.”
“Hey, Mom, take mine, too.” Pete pushed his jar into my other hand. “I’d better help Dad.”
So there I was, stuck with two jars of baby frogs, and I had to (Continued on page 108)
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The gossips guessed wrong when Ellie left Glenn and Peter behind in ’49 to resume dancing career
Today. Pete and his Pop are pardners. Glenn, who’s in “The Violent Man’’ took family on location trip