Nancy sinatra sr. biography

And from the moment she first laid eyes on him, while filing her nails on a front porch in the beach town of Long Branch, New Jersey, when he was 19 and she two years younger, until his death at 82 in , she was the one he trusted most—with his fears, his joys, his children, and whatever he was able to share of his innermost life.

Nancy and tina sinatra today

That he could not love her with the constancy she deserved is well known. His infidelity was famous, and shattering, and he married thrice more. But that he loved her always, with the trust born of a bond forged before fame and riches and hangers-on and leeches crowded in on him, is just as obvious, if less well understood. As a young wife, she sewed his extra-large, floppy bow ties, all the bigger to be torn off by adoring fans.

As a mature woman, she kept her dignity when he shredded his. And no wonder. The New Yorker writer E. Admirers plucked hairs from his head or harvested them from the floors of the barbershops he frequented , and at least one claimed to be the proud possessor of a Sinatra hangnail, which she carried around in a locket. She came from a big, boisterous Italian-American family in Jersey City.

Her name was an Anglicization of Nanicia, and she grew up with opera always playing on the radio or Victrola in the background. Her father was strict but her table was open.