After I had my moment of sorrow, for when one of the greats in our lifetime's culture leaves us, we all feel the loss personally, I thought about her, and what that loss must have meant to her.
Paul Newman told a friend on a fishing trip that when he went, he wanted his legacy to be about the camps for kids with illness that he'd set up, and the millions he'd be leaving to them and other causes, because "he had been lucky in life, born with piercing blue eyes and gift for acting, and how it was unfair that so many innocent children were unlucky," and I'm thinking he was lucky in another way, too.
You must have heard the thing he said about the longevity of their relationship: "I have steak at home; why go out for hamburger?”
In this neat little clip from a documentary about their 50-year partnership, Joanne Woodward sits next to Paul as she tells an off-screen interviewer a story about how they'd sneak off to New Orleans together, weekends off from shooting The Long, Hot Summer. "We also bought a bed, which we found in an antique shop. And it was quite large -- " She puts her arm out to indicate the size, and her husband takes a mock bite at the hand that's ended up just below his face. She laughs. "-- large for a brass bed, and the antique dealer said, The reason it's so large is, it was made for a whorehouse." Newman's smiling, happily watching her tell the story. "And I was so excited by that, I said, Oh my heavens, I have to buy this. Which I did, and it's upstairs in our bedroom. We've had it ever since."
Take a look at this wonderful compilation of clips that shows Paul and Joanne's time together on screen (though you might want to turn down or disappear altogether that sappy soundtrack).
Bless their hearts for sharing some of their love with us.