Mary Wells: Frank Sinatra, My Mother and Me

I used to thank God every night for those times my mother could live with me as she was the best babysitter in the world. We all adored my mother — my husband did, too — and spent some of the best hours of our lives together. She was a nonstop reader and encouraged us to read books we would never have thought of reading. Frank Sinatra, when we were all in France, kept trying to fix her up with outrageous men — “just educate them, Vi,” he would say to her, “then you can read to each other.” Oh, the expressions on those crazy men’s faces at the prospect.

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