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Cokie and I then left Washington for 11
years, as my assignments for The New York
Times took us around the world. When
we returned in the fall of 1977, much had
changed. Hale had died in a plane crash
five years before and Lindy had taken his
seat in Congress. She was living on Bradley Boulevard by herself and commuting to her district on weekends. The large
house was quiet and lonely.
We moved in for what we thought
would be a few weeks. We’re still here
today. We bought the house from Lindy,
who relocated to a more convenient
apartment downtown. Our daughter,
Rebecca, occupied Cokie’s girlhood room
and I took over Hale’s vegetable garden.
The family homestead filled again with
life and laughter.
My brother Glenn moved to the area
and we introduced him to a friend, Kitty
Ferguson, at a party in the garden. They
were later married on that same spot.
Rebecca got married in the yard as well,
and I transplanted the potted crepe
myrtles used for the ceremony. I can see
them in the front yard now, blooming
pink and purple, through my window.
Lindy eventually moved to Rome as
the ambassador to the Vatican and then
back to New Orleans. But after Hurricane Katrina in 2005, she returned to an
apartment in Chevy Chase, a few minutes away.
My mother, Dorothy, came to town as
well, and in one of my favorite memo-
ries, she and Lindy are sitting together
in our garden, holding hands and hold-
ing court. After Mom died three years
ago, I often told my mother-in-law, “I’m
still so glad to have an old lady to hug.”
I’ll miss those hugs. But Lindy’s
spirit remains strong and loving and all
around me, in this white-brick house
on Bradley Boulevard with the weeping
willows in the front yard, the place her
daughter picked out so long ago. n
Steve Roberts teaches politics and journalism at George Washington University. Send ideas for future columns to srob