Frank sinatra and elizabeth taylor dating

One, next to the chair in which she reclines, has the words “Love is… Barbara, who grew up a skinny farm girl in Missouri and Kansas and became hooked on Frank Sinatra after hearing his voice at a drive-in aged 15, wears a pale brown woollen trouser suit with an orange chiffon scarf.

Her blonde, coiffed hair floats in big, loose curls around her head, and her manicured nails are the darkest red.

Tall, elegant and younger-looking than her years, Barbara is as press-wary as her husband, who once refused to attend a party Henry Kissinger threw for him because the journalist Barbara Walters was invited.

“I was his companion, consultant, muse, psychiatrist and lover,” she writes.

But unlike many, she knew that “the sense of danger he exuded” wasn’t all it seemed.

So when the boozy ranting and raging began, she paid no attention to it.

“I went through all his girls with him,” she recalls, laughing. He’s from a working family and I was from a working family and, I don’t know, we just connected.” It was early in their flirtation that Barbara witnessed Sinatra’s famous temper.

During a late-night game of charades at his home, the singer’s team lost a round and Sinatra turned on the time-keeper, Barbara, who held a large brass clock on her lap.