Like a christening, a wedding, a graduation ceremony, a holy war, a revolution even…a fireworks display, a gaudy promise of what life ought to be, not life itself.
Alfred Alistair Cooke Quotes
But after all it’s not the winning that matters, is it? Or is it? It’s---to coin a word---the amenities that count: the smell of the dandelions, the puff of the pipe, the click of the bat, the rain on the neck, the chill down the spine, the slow, exquisite coming on of sunset and dinner and rheumatism.
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| Birth: | 20th November, 1908 |
| Death: | 30th March, 2004 |
| Nationality: | American, British |
| Profession: | Journalist, Television Presenter |
About
Alfred Alistair Cooke KBE was a British/American journalist, television personality and broadcaster. Outside his journalistic output, which included Letter from America and Alistair Cooke's America, he was well known in the United States as the host of PBS Masterpiece Theater from 1971 to 1992. After holding the job for 22 years, and having worked in television for 42 years, Cooke retired in 1992, although he continued to present Letter from America until shortly before his death. He was the father of author and folk singer John Byrne Cooke. Alistair Cooke divorced Ruth in 1944, and married Jane White Hawkes, a portrait painter and the widow of neurologist A. Whitfield Hawkes, the son of Albert W. Hawkes, on 30 April 1946. Their daughter, Susan, was born on 22 March 1949.
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