5/22/2023 0 Comments Modern Times by Paul Johnson![]() ![]() This year, the card was accompanied by a photograph of Marigold and Paul, she smiling, sitting next to Paul who was lying propped up in bed, a sort of half-smile playing about his lips and a wandering glance emanating from his half-open eyes.Ī las, Paul had been ill for several years. The first I recall was accompanied by a little red hat in the form of a strawberry for our then-infant son. ![]() ![]() It was just a few weeks ago, near Christmas, when we received, as we have for a couple of decades, a card filled out by Marigold, Paul’s wife of more than sixty years. I do know, however, when I had my last glimpse of him. I do not recall when we first met, or even whether it was on this or that side of the Atlantic. R og er Kimball writes: What follows is a brief personal reflection about my friend Paul Johnson, the English journalist and historian who died last month at ninety-four. ![]()
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