Oh, Mrs. Churchill, do come over, someone has killed father.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The death of Churchill at 90 was one of those watershed moments in which the obituary rises to a special calling beyond the sharing of remembered times. It gave an older generation a rare opportunity to explain something of itself to its children.
I love history, and Churchill is one of my favorite people to study. He's a fascinating, fascinating man.
Now, forty years after his passing, Winston Churchill is still quoted, read, revered, and referred to as much, if not more, than when he was alive.
I thought Winston Churchill was a young man of promise, but it appears he is a young man of promises.
If the new American father feels bewildered and even defeated, let him take comfort from the fact that whatever he does in any fathering situation has a fifty percent chance of being right.
Dad entered the Second World War like any other man, trying to do the right thing.
Any father likes his son to take over from him if possible.
I'm the American Winston Churchill.
On rare occasions, Dad used to reminisce about when he met Eisenhower and how Churchill would pop in, in the late hours of the evening or night, carrying a cigar, when he'd obviously had a good dinner.
One of the marvelous things about Churchill is that whatever he was doing, whether fighting or arguing or despairing or bouncing about full of energy, jokes are never far away.