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Acknowledgments
The author would like to acknowledge her family, for their patience and love; Lisa Tan for her undaunting dedication; Charles Pignone, for his expertise in all things Sinatra; and David Rosenthal and Michael Korda, for their tenacity and objectivity.
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Foreword
I TS BEEN DIFFICULT but eventful, these seventeen years without Dad. No one can hold a net under you like a father does, especially mine. But one week, one month, one year at a time, I move forward.
I am happy to report the family is fine. Mom is sharp as ever at 98, though a bit shorter. (Who isnt?) We talk most every day, and never does she forget to ask, Are you dressed warm enough? Its a funny question to ask a post-menopausal woman in Southern California. But theres no changing her now.
My sister, Nancy, and I are as close as ever, though shes moved to the desert and I dont see her as often. Frankie continues to do what he loves most, touring with his band. His son, Michael Francis, mostly lives in Japan, teaching English. My older niece, AJ, is a writer, musician, and music supervisor. Three years ago, she and her musician husband, Erik, gifted us with Moms first great-grandchild: Miranda Vega Paparozzi, our very own little MVP. Niece number two, Amanda, is an artist, baker, surfer, Palm Springs architectural preservationist, and the familys photo archivist. She is married to Michael Erlinger, Esq.and, like me, they are both committed animal advocates. I love that! AJ and Mandy have taken a deep interest in sustaining Pops legacy, and boy, am I grateful.
The Sinatra bloodline is going strong.
The first edition of this book was written from a painful place. It was a scary endeavor, but the best thing I ever didit helped me begin to heal. Dads centennial gives me this chance to welcome new readers with a new final chapter, and Im thrilled to do it. But I also want to thank all who have respondedover all these many yearswith their heartfelt letters and cards. I heard from daughters and fathers, mothers and sonsthe book struck a chord with them all, a pleasant surprise for me. I learned that my problems were not unique. I was a part of a very big club.
So to those readers: It was your compassion that helped me the most.
Tina Sinatra
May 2015
Part One
A RESTLESS SPIRIT
1
Two Loves
M Y FATHER WAS an only child, and a lonely child. He was born in 1915, in Hoboken, New Jersey, the son of immigrants whod arrived in this country with the will to make their way and not a whole hell of a lot else. They ran a restaurant and saloon, where Dad sang propped up on the player piano, and they outlasted Prohibition and the hard times that followed.
Dolly Sinatra was the social animal, the politically connected one, who spent her spare time buying votes for the local Democratic machine. (A woman with advanced ideas, she would chain herself to City Hall at a protest for womens suffrage in 1919.) As Dollys ambitions broadened, she finagled a firemans post for her husband, Marty, a job that stole him away from home for days at a time. They were doting parents, and their skinny, blue-eyed son was the center of their universe. But they were also working overtime to make sure hed have a better life. They werent always seeing Dad off to school, or asking how his day had gone when he got home.
No one talked about nurturing when my father was young. Which was just as well, because he didnt get too much of it.
My father was seventeen and my mother only fifteen when they met at the Jersey shore and fell in love at first sight. The country was still waist-deep in the Depression, and Dad was dreaming his dreamof becoming the biggest singer in the worldlong before it seemed plausible. His parents slapped down his grand ideas; everyone mocked him, except for Nancy Barbato. From that first moment she shared Dads dream and became a part of it. In a time of widespread discouragement, these two young people were earnest and optimistic. They were sure they would make it, together.
I think this was the reason my father would hold Mom so close for the rest of his lifebecause shed been there, without a negative word, from the start. Dad married his best friend. Later hed say it was the smartest thing hed ever done with his life, if only hed been able to stick with it.
My parents were wed on February 4, 1939, but their joy was tempered by false rumors that it was a shotgun marriage. Theyd already been shaken by Dads arrest on an archaic morals charge, pressed two months earlier by a married woman in Bergen County after a romp in a rumble seat. While the charge was dropped, it made their small-town newspaper. It would mark the beginning of a prolonged smear campaign, spearheaded by what Dad referred to as the garter-belt Mafia: J. Edgar Hoover and the Hearst columnists Westbrook Pegler and Lee Mortimer.
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