I cried when I heard that Paul Newman passed away. I knew he was ill from cancer, but somehow I was hoping it was treatable and maybe it just wasn’t that bad. I was wrong. I have admire this man for many years, originally I admired his terrific acting, and he was just gorgeous to look at in his movies. But after he introduced Newman’s Own products, and I began purchasing those knowing that I was helping someone less fortunate from the proceeds, I began to admire Paul for more important reasons – his total unselfishness and his promise to help terminally ill children though the proceeds of his food products, and also through the wonderful Hole in the Wall Camps. He is a shining example of what we could all be – someone who can help others. And there certainly are many who need help. My sincerest sympathy goes to Joanne Woodward and Paul’s family.
I sure will miss those beautiful blue eyes…..

I fell for Paul Newman when I was eight years old. That was around the time I fell in love with Manhattan and acting. By golly, I was going to have Fifth Avenue, Paul and the Oscar. I got the avenue, I have yet to get the Oscar, but I never got my dream man, Paul Newman. I remember when my mother broke the news to me that Paul Newmam was a happily married family man and he didn’t know I was alive!!! I was so hurt. Crushed. But as the years passed and I grew up, I was proud that here was a man about whom I’d never heard any scandal, and if there was anything, he and his family managed to do their laundry at home and stay together anyhow. For that, I loved him the most. Here was a man who remained married to the same woman for years when people today (especially young Hollywood) hate family values and change partners as easily and as quickly as one would change clothes. My father left my mother when I was three. He had many women and wanted no responsibilities. He never gave me the time of day and I have endured the pain of that rejection all my life. Can’t you see why fell for Paul? He was a husband and a father and all that’s in between. I loved him, his movies, his work with and for children and families. I felt good about myself when I purchased his products, to know that I, too, was helping someone else. Somehow, I felt I was part of their family. Last year, my husband and I took in a play at the American Airlines Theatre on 42nd Street. As we were leaving the orchestra section, I turned my head only to catch a glimpse Paul Newman and his wife, Joanne Woodward. The play, forgettable, but Paul, never.