Pat Boone was a huge star in the 1950s and 60s, loved by fans everywhere.
In his long career, he did many things like writing songs, acting, writing books, and speaking to inspire people. He’s even written a book about faith called “If.”
Pat got married to Shirley Lee Foley when he was only 19. Shirley was the daughter of Red Foley, a famous country music singer.
One year after starting his music career, Pat Boone became famous with his hit song “Ain’t That a Shame,” which was originally by Fats Domino. In 1956, he had a song that reached number one on the charts, and only Elvis Presley was more popular at the time.
When he was just 23, he had his own TV show called The Pat Boone Chevy Showroom. It was on ABC and aired every week for 115 episodes until 1960.
“I was the youngest person ever to have my own music show on a big TV network, at 22 years old,” Boone said in an interview with Closer magazine.
Pat Boone’s career kept getting better and better. He became one of the most famous singers in America and also acted in movies like Journey to the Center of the Earth, State Fair, and The Greatest Story Ever Told, among others.
All the while, his wife Shirley was there, supporting him. She took care of their four daughters and also worked as an actress and assistant director.
They were married for 65 years until Shirley passed away at 84. She died because of complications from vasculitis, which is a group of disorders that damage blood vessels.
“Being married to one person for 65 years isn’t common in this wild industry,” Pat Boone shared with The Christian Post. “My wife Shirley passed away last year, and now I’m alone.”
Pat Boone still lives in the house they shared for many years and doesn’t plan to move. But he says he feels the sadness of losing his wife.
“I live here alone with a housekeeper and my dog, a little cocker spaniel named Shadow,” Pat Boone shared with Closer Weekly. “It’s just me and Shadow, feeling a bit lonely. But I’m okay. I miss Shirley.”
After his wife Shirley passed away, Pat told People magazine, “We had a wonderful life together for 65 years. She’s moved on to another place, but we’ll be together again one day.”
The love and devotion that these two shared is both beautiful and inspirational. Rest in peace Shirley.
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The Former Homeowner’s Cryptic Caution About Our Neighbors Became Apparent After a Shocking Discovery
Upon settling into our new residence, we were initially charmed by our neighbors, the Johnsons. However, our perception dramatically shifted when we returned from a holiday to discover our home vandalized, which led us to unearth a concealed warning from the previous homeowner that drastically altered our understanding of trust.
We had moved into our delightful new home a year earlier, enjoying the peaceful neighborhood and the charming house, thrilled to begin this new chapter. The Johnsons, our next-door neighbors, greeted us warmly with an apple pie and friendly introductions.
“Welcome to the neighborhood!” Jane exclaimed, presenting the pie with a cheerful smile, while her husband Tom stood by her side, waving.
“Thank you so much,” I responded, accepting the pie. “I’m Emma, and this is my husband, Mike.”
Mike stepped forward, shaking their hands. “Pleasant to meet you both. We’re eager to start our life here.”
Our conversation flowed easily, and they seemed genuinely kind. Their home needed some upkeep, but that was of little concern to us. In the months following, our relationship grew through shared barbecues and pool gatherings, seemingly cementing a budding friendship.
However, a turn of events began three months later when I stumbled upon a note from the house’s previous owner hidden inside a kitchen drawer. It read: “Caution: Steer clear of the Johnsons. They’ll turn your life upside down. Keep your distance.”
I shared the mysterious warning with Mike that evening. “What do you make of this?” I asked, showing him the note.
He read it and looked up with a skeptical expression. “Isn’t this a bit over the top? They’ve been nothing but friendly.”
I agreed, albeit reluctantly, feeling an unsettling tug of intuition. “You’re probably right. Maybe there was a personal issue between them.”
“Perhaps the previous owner had some petty disagreements,” Mike reasoned.
We decided to dismiss the note, choosing instead to focus on the positive interactions we had enjoyed with Jane and Tom. We continued inviting them over, exchanging gardening tips and book recommendations, and we even allowed them open access to our garden and pool while we were away on our annual vacation.
Fast forward to our return last week, when we came home to a scene of chaos. Our beautiful garden was trampled, the pool was filled with debris, and trash littered our driveway. We were horrified.
“What on earth happened here?” Mike burst out, visibly enraged.
Determined to get to the bottom of this, we headed straight to the Johnsons’. Jane answered the door with an overly bright smile.
“Hello, neighbors! How was your trip?” she greeted us.
“What has happened to our property?” Mike cut to the chase, his patience worn thin.
Tom appeared, feigning innocence. “That wasn’t us. You have no proof,” he retorted sharply.
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