First of all, my late husband was a physician in the U.S. Army serving
at Camp Darby, Leghorn (Livorno) Italy. Because her late husband,
Frank Chapman, was retired from the U.S. Marine Corps, Gladys was
entitled to Medical Care at the Army Hospital at Livorno.
Col. Joseph McKeever was an Internist and she was his patient. Joe
adored Gladys. When we knew she was coming for an appointment, we
would go to the Post Exchange and "stock up" on paper products for
Gladys. She was so beautiful! She looked like a school girl. Her brown
hair was always parted in the middle. The web site has several photos
showing this style. She wore knee socks often and a plaid skirt. Her
niece accompanied her on her visits. Her name was Jane. We were invited
to "La Ragnaia" several times prior to her death. This is from my
memory of various things Gladys shared with Joe and me. She and Frank
crossed the ocean via Italian Line ships. They would purchase two
adjoining cabins. One for wardrobe and one for them. Her favorite
ship was the "Leonardo da Vinci". They spent winters in New York.
It was never expected the Frank would die first.
Gladys was making a routine visit to her heart doctor in Houston.
She had just had her bath and was anticipating the daily call from
Frank when the news came that he had passed away suddenly. With her
own health issues, it was unthinkable that this situation was presented
to Gladys. She toughed it out with the help of her sister and her
family. Roma was also married to a retired military man. They lived
in five rooms of a large castle not too far from "La Ragnaia". Their
daughter, Jane, was a great comfort to Gladys. Their last name was
"Slaughter". It is quite possible that Jane is still living. A young
lady named Estelle McGowan fancied herself a protege of Gladys. She
worked very hard under the wings of both Gladys and Roma. I attended
her singing debut in Florence. Estelle was from Baltimore, Md. She
would be perhaps in her 50's or early 60's now. As I mentioned earlier,
Joe McKeever was devoted to Gladys.
We were in Florence at Harry's Bar on the 4th of July Holiday . .
. when we started talking about Gladys. Joe called the home to see
if she was OK. Joe did not speak Italian, When he returned to our
table, he was under the impression something was wrong. I called back.
Sergio (I think) the long time man servant told me Gladys was in the
Irish Hospital in Florence. We took a taxi to the hospital. The facility
was small and staffed by Irish nuns/nurses. Gladys was in a large
sunny room. Her bed was placed by the window. As we arrived, some
crisis happened . . . and the nurses were relieved to see a doctor
drop in. It was so sad. Gladys begged, "Let me go. . . let me go .
. ."
Another lady friend and I sat with our heads bowed and tears of hearfelt
sadness poured down our faces. Joe brought Gladys out of the crisis
and stabilized her. This was a Saturday. It was determined that on
Monday Joe would bring the American Ambulance to Florence (about 1
hour trip) and bring Gladys to Livorno. Gladys had not wanted to bother
Joe on a holiday weekend! It was pure chance that we were in Florence
that day. It was well after dark when we left the Irish Hospital.
Gladys went to be with Frank as she wished before Monday. Relatives
came from the U.S. for the memorial service. Estelle was traumatized
by the cremation she witnessed.
I remember a step-daughter named Buffy
that was part of a "Mike and Buffy" show. Do you know if the, "Buffy"
, step-daughter, was the child of Frank Chapman? The Mike of the Mike
& Buffy show was a well known name. I have often wondered what happened
to "La Ragnaia". Gladys lived there at her death. Carmen was her favorite
roll. She said there were two recordings. One good, one bad. Prior
to his death in 1996, I searched high and low for one. I am going
to Italy in April. Out of sentiment I "Googled" La Ragnaia!
My mother was also born in 1900. She was a piano student in Chicago
and knew Gladys. They lived at the "Three Arts Club" at 1300 N Dearborn.
Gladys was a deep Contralto. Her speaking voice was musical. I think
of her often. She was a prime example of a strong woman perhaps before
her time.
For many years we kept and treasured a bottle of red wine from the
vines at "La Ragnaia". It was a gift from Gladys. Odd memories come
forth: She adored Gucci loafers. Leonard Bernstein had conducted in
Florence and there was a spontaneous photo of Gladys - reaching up
to him (as she often did) with her right hand on his cheek. She signed
her "notes" or letters, "warmest regards" - a term I have often used
since. Of Jane, Gladys stated that Jane had one great love (in the
past) and had never connected again. You have such interesting relatives!
Buffy came to Florence for the memorial service.