Gentle Soul

According to David Bowie, it was love at first sight when the singer met Iman at a party in 1990. The couple enjoyed a two decade relationship, they were married in 1992.

Avoiding the pitfalls of most showbiz relationships is difficult for most, but for Iman and Bowie, being simply Mr. and Mrs. Jones was easy.

He was in love – madly, and she loved his gentle soul.

In a rare interview Bowie spoke about the first night they met claiming he “…was naming the children the first night…”

He said his attraction to her was immediate and all-encompassing and that he couldn’t sleep!

He was thunderstruck, and in his mind, it was a “done deal.”

Iman, well, not so much.

The supermodel said, “I didn’t want to get into a relationship with somebody like him.”  She says she didn’t fall in love with David Bowie, she fell in love with David Jones.

Bowie is a persona, David Jones is the “…man I met.”

She fell in love with the man the world loved over a loose shoe lace.

Iman told the Daily Express, “I thought to myself, ‘This one’s a keeper.””  And that the exact moment she fell in love was when her laces came undone and Bowie er, Jones, was down on his knees in the middle of the street tying it for her.

Bowie on the other hand pursued the Somalian beauty saying, “I’d never gone after anything with sucha a passion in all my life.  I just knew she was the one.”

The couple has one daughter, Alexandria Zahra Jones, and each brought a child with them into the marriage.

Bowie lost his battle with cancer earlier this year.  (It’s been a rough year for Rock n Roll!)  I find it disturbing that when someone like Bowie dies, we feel sorry for ourselves first.  After all, he left a family behind – those who knew him far better than we ever will.

Mr. and Mrs. Jones

Mr. and Mrs. Jones

Upon his death, Iman said, ‘…the struggle is real, but so is God.”

We loved David Bowie, she loved Mr. Jones with the Gentle Soul.


This is a six sentence story.


She spent her days by the window in loneliness, drawing with pencil on pads of paper.  Drawing their coats closer and tighter and withdrawing into their own shells, they passed her by.  She didn’t know them, but she drew them.

Young woman at the window

Standing sadly, withdrawing ever more and more from polite society, wishing she knew what was on their minds, she leaned more and more on herself.  Often she sat, drawing, constantly wishing she knew what was drawing them as they passed her by. Try as she might, she could not draw the will to meet them; her fears had won as they drew her in.


Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was DRAW.

I Could Never Have Left Him

Hollywood has had some terrific love affairs, but none as perplexing as that of Hepburn and Tracy.

Hepburn and Tracy

Katherine Hepburn was married at the age of 21 to Ludlow Ogden Smith, a socialite businessman from Philly.  She was a college student at Bryn Mawr, he was a high roller, and in December of 1928, they tied the knot.

He changed his name to S. Ogden Ludlow at her insistence, so that she wouldn’t have to be called Kate Smith.  This should have been his first clue!

Years later, Hepburn would admit that she never fully committed to the marriage and her career was her priority, and she called herself a “terrible pig” for exploiting his love.  After moving to Hollywood in 1932, she traveled to Mexico for a quickie divorce.

They stayed friends.

Shortly after the relo to Cali and before the divorce, she began an affair with her agent, Leland Hayward, who was also married.

After their mutual divorces, he popped the question, but Kate declined – stating, “I liked the idea of being my own single self.”  The affair lasted for four years when her friend Cary Grant introduced her to Howard Hughes.

Hughes also wanted to marry her, but again, Kate said no even though the Hollywood Press reported daily of their impending nuptuials.

They split UP in 1936 when she left Hollywood to resurrect her career after being branded box office poison.

Her love affair with Spencer Tracy began in 1940 and lasted for twenty-seven years until his death.  He was her co-star in nine films, and she would later describe the relationship this way; “It was a unique feeling I had for him.  I would have done anything for him.”

Lauren Bacall said that Hepburn was “blindingly in love with the actor.”

Since his death, and hers, there’s been a scad of publicity about the affair.  But back in the day, it was Hollywood’s worst kept secret!

They met when she was 34 and he was 41.  At first Tracy was wary of Kate and frankly unimpressed.  He also suspected she was a lesbian, as did many others.  She wasn’t.

Her reaction was love at first sight.  She found him irresistible.

Tracy, married, and planning on staying that way, insisted the affair be kept on the QT.

The veteran actor and his wife, Louise, had lived apart since the 1930s, but there was never an official split, and as they were solidly Roman Catholic, divorce was out of the question.

Kate didn’t interfere and never fought for marriage.

She wasn’t interested in that.

They were seen in public together only for movie publicity.

They maintained their own residences.

He drank.

She felt he was “tortured”.

He drank.

She devoted herself to making life easier for him.

He drank.

People said her entire demeanor changed in his presence, she mothered him and obeyed him.

He drank.

They spent long stretches apart for work.

He drank.

His health declined in the 60s, and Hepburn took a hiatus from her career to care for him, moving into his home.

By his side when he died, she quietly slipped away.

Out of consideration for his family, she did not attend his funeral.

Remaining silent about the affair until Louise Tracy died in 1983, Hepburn put it very simply, “I honestly don’t know.  I can only say that I could never have left him…we just passed twenty-seven years together in what was to me, absolute bliss.”


Die Engländerin

On February 10, 1840, Queen Victoria of England married her cousin, Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha.  I posted their love affair on February 10, 2013. Click here to read it. And you may remember that I mentioned her use of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March last week.

Rather than take the easy way and replay an oldie, I’ll post today about their daughter, also named Victoria.

Empress Victoria

The Princess Royal met her future husband, Prince Frederick William of Prussia while he and his parents were in London for the opening of the Great Exhibition.  The prince was second in line to the throne of Prussia after his father and Uncle, the Emperor.

Victoria or Vicky as she was known to her family was the prize bride of Europe.  Her mother ruled Britannia, Britannia ruled the waves, she had suitors galore, never mind that she was eleven at the time. Four years later on a visit to Balmoral when Vicky was still fourteen, the couple became engaged.

Frederick was 24.

Ever discrete, neither court announced the engagement until May of 1857.  Vicky, by then seventeen married the prince in the Chapel Royal, St. James Palace.  Her mother insisted there be an English wedding for her oldest and favorite daughter.

Luckily for the couple it was a love match.  Luckily for the nations it was a dynastic alliance.

Victoria and Albert hoped that the marriage would strengthen the ties between London and Berlin, and allow for a unified and liberal Germany.

The crowds in the streets before the palace chanted, “God save the Prince and Bride! God keep their lands allied.”

Frederick and Victoria, Crown Prince and Princess of Germany

Thirty years and eight children later, Vicky would finally become the German Empress.  It took the death of the Uncle and her fater-in-law to get her there.  She would remain empress for a mere 99 days.

Her beloved Frederick died of throat cancer and she became the Dowager Empress in a land that never accepted her.

Regardless of her German Ancestry, for most of her life she was referred to by the German people as “Die Engländerin”, the Englishwoman.

After the death of her “beloved” and taking a page from her mother, she wore mourning the rest of her life.

The Empress Frederick died of cancer in 1901 seven months after her mother.   She was buried next to her “beloved”.