dhermann1
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I just got my nose into a book that's been on my shelf for along time, "British History in the 19th Century and After, 1782-1919", by G.M. Trevelyan. It's not as dry as it sounds, Trevelyan is one of the great historians. The book is hard bound and has a 1937 copyright date, printed Nov. 1947.
But inside the front cover in neat handwriting, obviously a fountain pen, is the name: Harold Myer Fondren, 0-22 Eliot House, Harvard College.
Well, having a perpetually idle mind I decided to Google him.
I found some fascinating and tantalizing stuff.
My starting point was a paid death notice in the NY Times from July 4, 1999. Harold "Hal" Fondren was an authority on Abstract Expressionism.
Further digging revealed that he had been a room mate of the poet Frank O'Hara at Harvard, and after, and that his name is mentioned in O'Hara's work a number of times. He lived near Washington Square in Greenwich Village.
He must have been on intimate terms with many of the artists and literati of the 1950's and 60's.
That's about all I've found so far, but it's fun and fascinating to reconstruct the identity of this interesting guy from what I've found via Google.
In the immortal words of Maynard G. Krebs, "What an age we live in, Dobe."
But inside the front cover in neat handwriting, obviously a fountain pen, is the name: Harold Myer Fondren, 0-22 Eliot House, Harvard College.
Well, having a perpetually idle mind I decided to Google him.
I found some fascinating and tantalizing stuff.
My starting point was a paid death notice in the NY Times from July 4, 1999. Harold "Hal" Fondren was an authority on Abstract Expressionism.
Further digging revealed that he had been a room mate of the poet Frank O'Hara at Harvard, and after, and that his name is mentioned in O'Hara's work a number of times. He lived near Washington Square in Greenwich Village.
He must have been on intimate terms with many of the artists and literati of the 1950's and 60's.
That's about all I've found so far, but it's fun and fascinating to reconstruct the identity of this interesting guy from what I've found via Google.
In the immortal words of Maynard G. Krebs, "What an age we live in, Dobe."