Lauretta Eleanor Sullivan met her man Marty Allan Feldman on April 12, 1958. In his memoir he described their meeting as a “lightning bolt.” His memoir is a wonderful love song to her. She never read it because of the pain, but she knew it all.
They met in a bar London and their lives were together forever. Lauretta died six years ago this week. She is missed though still very much a presence. Her house is rocking and her much-loved roses are pounced and ready to spring forward to once again light up her garden. She is happy that a couple of kids are chasing hummingbirds around the place, filling the world with all she left and more.
She would be happy that you are reading this and thus keeping her “old man’s” spirit alive. Lauretta was as great a friend as a person could be lucky enough to meet. She chirps and barks, maybe she and Marty are still at home? Maybe not, but they really kind of are. She kept everything, mementos from their lives, from our lives, from friends. A note from her pal Paul F. Tompkins sending kind condolences for the loss of her brother, an article about her friend Paul Thomas Anderson, an unopened bottle of expensive champagne from her friend Jon Brion, a thank you for a wonderful night from her friend Michael Griffee, a hello from her friend Ellen Rehak and on and on … No notes from her closet pal Anne Levy, no need, for they spoke by phone for hours every day. News from London, gossip from Los Angeles and the reverse too as well!!
She would be missed if we let her, but is not for we shan’t.
We love her still
Lauretta with her Sunbeam by Marty 1961
‘What she saw in this man?’ She saw everything!