06/22/1981 at 01:00 AM EDT
As a resident of Kentucky, I'm happy First Lady Phyllis George Brown (PEOPLE, June 1) is such an excellent role model. Ambition and happiness are rare commodities, and it's refreshing to see one woman possess them both.
As soon as my husband secures his first few millions and I've won a beauty pageant or two, I'll have a baby (by cesarean, of course—bikini cut, please), hire a nursery full of maids and nannies, and tell other young married women to do the same. Oh, I'll also ignore my doctor if he or she tells me not to gain so much weight. Whatever do doctors know when you're a "fulfilled" wife and mother like Phyllis George?
Marie Annala Whaley
Regarding Phyllis George and husband John Y. Brown, if politics is show business and vice versa, aren't we going to go on electing only the rich and the beautiful, and won't they go on being totally out of touch with the people they "serve"? And doesn't PEOPLE contribute to this by putting so vapid and silly a woman on the cover, thereby abetting her ridiculous ambitions and those of her husband?
I have loved the work of Ansel Adams for many years, but I feel his outspoken attitude toward the conservation of our precious wildlife is to be admired even more than his photography. Mr. Adams' children are lucky—they have seen the quiet untouched world. I also have seen a little of it and would love to see more. But it's my 4-month-old daughter I weep for. She may get the chance to see such beauty only in one of Mr. Adams' books if people like Secretary of the Interior Watt are allowed to persist.
When James Watt says, "I don't know how many future generations we can count on before the Lord returns," he is telling us he has no vision. The position of Secretary of the Interior calls for a person dedicated to a more enlightened future, not a man who doubts the future will ever come.
While your story on me pleased me very much, I would like to comment on the idea that if I were to meet James Watt in person, I might "punch him in the nose." This is pure conjecture; I do not believe in violence. Further, I am not mad at Mr. Watt as a person, but very concerned about him as the Secretary of the Interior and wrathful over his and the Administration's policies toward the resources of our country. My hope is that your article will stir others to action—nonviolently, but with grim determination to protect what we have for many generations to come.
Melissa Sue Anderson
If Melissa Sue Anderson wants to get away from her image on Little House, your article certainly did the job. I no longer think of her as "honest, down-to-earth Mary" but as a snotty-nosed actress who will readily tell how the Little House set isn't as goody-two-shoes as its scripts. But Melissa, you should keep in mind that you want to change your image; we Little House fans don't want you to change Its image.
Claire Sterling is certainly not an authority on Turkey, basing her understanding on "some years ago crossing Turkey." I spent a month traveling there last summer and am going again this year. I was amazed by the hospitality of the people. Turkey certainly has had its problems, but let's not condemn this whole nation for one professional terrorist's actions.
In a caption under a photograph taken at a recent Paris party, you wrongfully suggest I was present. I have not been to Paris in two years and know none of the other people you name.
Soraya Khashoggi, estranged wife of Saudi billionaire Adnan Khashoggi, wrongly and regrettably was listed as a guest at the party. It was Princess Soraya, the divorced wife of the late Shah of Iran, who was in attendance.
Children of Sorrow
Reading your excerpt from How It Feels When a Parent Dies was one of the most difficult things I've ever done, but now I know that the emotions I've been feeling since I lost my father at the age of 7 are natural. For 26 years I've kept my feelings bottled up inside of me, thinking no living person could possibly know the devastating hurt I felt. Now I know I'm not unique. For that I thank Jill Krementz. I'll buy and read her book, and undoubtedly I will cry. But I'll understand these children better than I understood myself.
I am 18 and lost my mother, Barbara, in 1977. There are times I have angry feelings that I think no one else could understand. Almost four years have passed and my life, as well as the life of my family, has gone on, but I will always be thankful for the days she spent with us. Thank you for that touching and most important reminder that we who've lost a parent are not alone.
My first child was killed in an automobile accident when she was 8. I almost went crazy. I remember how much I blamed my own mother for not preparing me earlier in life in how to cope with death. I am four months pregnant now, and one thing I learned from the experience of losing my daughter was to make sure this baby is taught to understand that death is part of life. There is nothing wrong with death. What is wrong is being unable to accept and deal with it.