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Her son was named Donald Duck and her daughter Della Duck.
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Her mother wrote Kate of her grief at the death of Kate's baby and at Jonathan's decision to go with the South `` And, dear Kate '', she wrote, `` poor Dr. Breckenridge's son Robert is now organizing a militia company to go South, to his good father's sorrow.
Her concern for the natives of Borrioboola-Gha was so intense that she quite forgot and neglected her son Peepy!!
Her husband, who is the son of Alton John Mason of Shreveport, La., and the late Mrs. Henry Cater Parmer, was president of Alpha Tau Omega and a member of Delta Sigma Pi at Lamar Tech, and did graduate work at Rhodes University in Grahamstown, South Africa, on a Rotary Fellowship.
Her reputed last words, uttered as the assassin was about to strike, were " Smite my womb ", the implication here being she wished to be destroyed first in that part of her body that had given birth to so " abominable a son.
Her first marriage, at the age of fifteen, was to the son of her father's rival in Italy, Lothair II, the nominal King of Italy ; the union was part of a political settlement designed to conclude a peace between her father and Hugh of Provence, the father of Lothair.
Her name may have to do with the fact that Hylas was the son of Theiodamas, the king of the Dryopes.
Her son Naka no Ōe planned a coup d ' état and slew Soga no Iruka at the court in front of her throne.
Her father, John Charles Smith, was the son of English Methodist immigrants, and worked a variety of odd jobs.
Her father is Bernard Lewinsky, an oncologist, who is the son of German Jews who escaped Nazi Germany and emigrated to El Salvador and later the United States.
Her letters to her son and his family have since almost all been lost ; but in one that survives, she wrote to Nicholas: " You know that my thoughts and prayers never leave you.
Her son Aubrey, a photographer and film-maker who is " committed to social justice ", received media attention in 2011, when he participated in Occupy Dame Street.
Her son from the affair eventually became Bishop of Ostia, and ordered her entombement in his cathedral when she died.
Her only son, the long-awaited heir to the throne, Alexei inherited the gene and developed hemophilia.
Her son, Wyatt, makes an appearance on the song " Lullaby for Wyatt ," which is featured in the movie Grace Is Gone.
Her son would return at times to see his father, who later moved to join them around 1910. Divorce followed and Julia deserted the family to live in France.
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Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.
Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.
Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.
Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.
Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.
( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.
Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.
Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.
Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.
Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.
Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.