{"id":301,"date":"2009-07-27T02:03:00","date_gmt":"2009-07-27T09:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gertrudeandalice.com\/blog\/?p=301"},"modified":"2011-11-16T09:45:05","modified_gmt":"2011-11-16T17:45:05","slug":"july-27-1946","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gertrudeandalice.com\/blog\/2009\/07\/27\/july-27-1946\/","title":{"rendered":"July 27, 1946"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sixty three years ago today Gertrude Stein died at the age of \u00a072. \u00a0Alice would live alone for another twenty one years.<\/p>\n

Several years ago I wrote a short piece called “Alice: A Reverie, July 27, 1946.” \u00a0On this anniversary of Gertrude’s death, I include it here.<\/p>\n

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GertrudeandAlice's grave, P\u00e8re Lachaise Cemetery Paris<\/p><\/div>\n

Alice: A Reverie, July 27, 1946<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Then the whole afternoon was troubled, confused and very uncertain, and later in the afternoon they took her away on a wheeled stretcher to the operating room and I never saw her again.” – the final sentence of \u00a0Alice’s 1963 memoir, WHAT IS REMEMBERED <\/em><\/p>\n

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Who was at fault? Who was at fault? Who was at fault?<\/p>\n

We were in the country with Joe Barry.\u00a0 Gertrude Stein did not feel well \u2013 her stomach, just a bit of indigestion.\u00a0 And now where was she? Gertrude Stein was dead, somewhere in the American Hospital.<\/p>\n

I sat in the waiting room.\u00a0 The doctor came and told me Gertrude Stein had died.\u00a0 He asked if there was anything he could do. I said no, not now.<\/p>\n

After some time, I asked the nurse at the reception to call for a taxi from the hospital to rue Christine.\u00a0 We drove through Paris, but I did not see Paris. We stopped once so that I could send several telegrams to tell people about Gertrude.<\/p>\n

Basket was waiting with Madeleine.<\/p>\n

Where is Miss Stein, Mademoiselles Toklas?<\/p>\n

Miss Gertrude Stein is dead, somewhere in the American Hospital.<\/p>\n

Madeleine cried and asked if it was all right for her to go home.\u00a0 I said yes.\u00a0 Come back on Monday, I said, but not too early.<\/p>\n

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GertrudeandAlice and Basket II, 1944<\/p><\/div>\n

Basket begged for some food.\u00a0 I removed my hat.\u00a0 I lit a cigarette and went to the kitchen.\u00a0 Basket ate as if he hadn\u2019t eaten in weeks.\u00a0 I gave him some more food.<\/p>\n

What should we cook? I said.<\/p>\n

He looked up for a moment and then licked the empty bowl.<\/p>\n

It was a Saturday.\u00a0 So for tomorrow I will cook and cook and cook, I said.\u00a0 Later, I will write a few letters.<\/p>\n

I cooked all night.\u00a0 Basket slept on the floor in the kitchen.<\/p>\n

I moved to my desk in the front hall just as the morning light streamed through the cracks in the shutters.\u00a0 I put out the envelopes and paper to write the letters.\u00a0 I could not write.\u00a0 Writing would come later.<\/p>\n

I took Basket for a short walk in the still, Sunday morning.<\/p>\n

When we came back, I made a cup of tea, which still stood on the sideboard when I woke up a few hours later.\u00a0\u00a0 The church bells had awakened me that Sunday and I thought, Gertrude Stein is somewhere in the American Hospital.\u00a0 Sunday\u2019s supper was ready waiting in the kitchen and Gertrude Stein was waiting in the American Hospital.<\/p>\n

Who was at fault?<\/p>\n

Questions. No answers.<\/p>\n

COPYRIGHT HANS GALLAS \u00a92009
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