From the office of Ms. Robinson-Sanchez:
Francesca has recently been involved in multiple projects that have taken up all her time.
She regrets not being able to respond to your posts as quickly as she would like.
She appreciates your patience, and in the near future will be answering all posts,
past and present.

Thank you all for your continuing support of Eddie and our site -- your participation in the Q&A board is truly appreciated.

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Peter L.
Did Edward G. Robinson ever get used to living on the West Coast after he flew in from New York? Did he like his new perch here?
20 May 2006 - Palo Alto

Peter L.
Did Edward G. Robinson have a good friendship with George C. Scott?
Did he respect his acting?
20 May 2006 - Palo Alto

cherie | @
Your grandfather was my mother's favorite actor.I saw my first EGR movie when I was about seven years old.I became a fan of his since.He was the best
17 May 2006 - Silver Spring Md

Diana | @
Hi Francesca,

No apologies necessary!!! Where did the years go? I moved to Gig Harbor, Washington and created a paradise here with my husband and all our animals. I hope life finds you healthy. I have such a passion for classic films and my one regret is being too shy to speak to your grandfather who was one of the most versatile and marvelous actors in film history. You are more than welcome to email me. My best, Diana
11 May 2006 - Gig Harbor, Washington

From Francesca
The following is an excerpt from a speech given by Edward G. Robinson to the American Booksellers Association.
June 1, 1971
It relates to his art collection and to human-kind.
During these turbulent times let us read Eddie's words:
".Sometimes late at night, when the house is quiet, and the last guest has gone, I go into the living room and sit among these quiet friends, and we study each other very gravely, and I hope with mutual pleasure.
Something passes between us, between these glorious living works that will exist forever, and I myself, who will not.
We found you in your youth, they tell me, and you served to bring us together.
Soon enough we will scatter again, but we will not soon forget you, old friend.
Contemplating them at such moments, I am carried away by the deep and satisfying
realization that beyond the room, past those intricate shapes upon the wall, still stands the world they came from. It is never a perfect world, and fires continually rage at the edges. Men die as the artists died, their subjects with them; new slogans are screamed at the sky, and powerful forces pull us this way and that between evil and good, with no man able to clearly say which is which.
But when I think of the stream of history that torments us endlessly, and makes turmoil in our lives, I suddenly
have a moment of hope. For if man himself, sometimes ravaged by drugs, by hunger, and by dissipation, mad with much heart - if man could make this beauty on my walls, if he could produce the life and form and color that make the magic of these canvases, and do it only from tinted earth, stirred with insight and passion and faith, why then there is hope for us all.
We too are made of earth."
10 May 2006

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