This is really sweet too: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/27/fashion/weddings/27spyer.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
“Dr. Spyer and Ms. Windsor met in 1965 in New York at Portofino, a restaurant in the West Village.
“Everyone lived in the closet,” Ms. Windsor said of lesbian life in New York in the 1960s. “The only place to go was bars, and they were rough.”
Adjourning to a friend’s apartment that night, Dr. Spyer and Ms. Windsor danced until the impromptu party ended, finally “dancing with our coats on, and other people standing at the door, annoyed, waiting for us,” Ms. Windsor recalled, adding, “She was smarter than hell, beautiful — and sexy.”
Dr. Spyer recalled of Ms. Windsor that night, “We danced so much and so intensely that she danced a hole through her stockings.”
It was not until two years later, during a Memorial Day weekend in the Hamptons, that the two women again encountered each other, and both happened to be uninvolved.
“I heard she would be there, and called friends who had a house, and begged them, ‘Please can I come out,’ ” Ms. Windsor said. “Then I waited at a house where I knew she would drop by.”
Dr. Spyer, who has become a quadriplegic as a result of advanced multiple sclerosis, said of the weekend, and her time spent with Ms. Windsor: “It was a feeling of complete delight in being with her. I had a real sense of ‘I’ve landed in my life.’ ”
That was 40 years ago.
Dr. Spyer had the help of three aides who traveled with her to Canada to officially marry Ms. Windsor, ending an engagement that began in 1967.”
Really cute story indeed! 🙂
This is really sweet too:
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/27/fashion/weddings/27spyer.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
“Dr. Spyer and Ms. Windsor met in 1965 in New York at Portofino, a restaurant in the West Village.
“Everyone lived in the closet,” Ms. Windsor said of lesbian life in New York in the 1960s. “The only place to go was bars, and they were rough.”
Adjourning to a friend’s apartment that night, Dr. Spyer and Ms. Windsor danced until the impromptu party ended, finally “dancing with our coats on, and other people standing at the door, annoyed, waiting for us,” Ms. Windsor recalled, adding, “She was smarter than hell, beautiful — and sexy.”
Dr. Spyer recalled of Ms. Windsor that night, “We danced so much and so intensely that she danced a hole through her stockings.”
It was not until two years later, during a Memorial Day weekend in the Hamptons, that the two women again encountered each other, and both happened to be uninvolved.
“I heard she would be there, and called friends who had a house, and begged them, ‘Please can I come out,’ ” Ms. Windsor said. “Then I waited at a house where I knew she would drop by.”
Dr. Spyer, who has become a quadriplegic as a result of advanced multiple sclerosis, said of the weekend, and her time spent with Ms. Windsor: “It was a feeling of complete delight in being with her. I had a real sense of ‘I’ve landed in my life.’ ”
That was 40 years ago.
Dr. Spyer had the help of three aides who traveled with her to Canada to officially marry Ms. Windsor, ending an engagement that began in 1967.”