Author, model, and comedic talent Fran Kearton dies


The final curtain has come down on the life of Frances Peace Kearton of Menlo Park. Her varied career included fashion and runway modeling in New York City for the John Robert Powers agency; sharing a TV spotlight, madcap antics and comedic writing responsibilities for three years with Dick Van Dyke; opting for single motherhood in a time and place -- 1950s Georgia -- when that just wasn't done; and writing two comedic memoirs.

Ms. Kearton died at Stanford Hospital on Saturday, July 12, after a brief illness. She was 93.

A memorial and celebration of her life is set for 3 p.m. Thursday, July 24, at the Menlo Circus Club at 190 Park Lane in Atherton, according to Vicki Clements, a trustee of her estate.

That Ms. Kearton found work as a humorist is not a surprise. "My mother was a very funny woman. I think (being funny) is hereditary," she told the Almanac in 2010. "She was always funny. Even when things were so bad, she was always funny."

Things did get bad. In the space of a few years early in the Great Depression, the family lost its savings to an unscrupulous stock broker, her father died, and lightning struck her family's rural Georgia home and it burned to the ground.

Ms. Kearton recalled her mother's reaction to the destruction of their home. Commenting on the one intact item from the fire, a blue cloisonne vase, Fran's mother, standing amid the ashes with the vase cradled in her arms, said, "Frances, remember the main lesson of this loss: Never become too attached to material things."

The vase resided in Ms. Kearton's entryway to her Sharon Heights condo. She became attached to it, she said.

Her mother, a Vassar graduate with degrees in speech and French, discouraged Fran's Southern pronunciations. Drummed out her were "pinnies" for the one-cent coins, and "aig," a breakfast food that may be scrambled or poached. As for breakfast itself, Fran pronounced it as "breas" followed by a four-letter word that rhymes with duck. Her mother let her keep that one, she said. "She felt sentimental about it because it was my last baby word."

Ms. Kearton went on to write skits with Dick Van Dyke in the 1950s for "The Fran and Dick Show" (aka "The Music Shop") five days a week, but did not consider herself a comedy writer. "Dick and I never thought we were real writers," she told a group of women at the Menlo Circus Club in 2010. "We were merely survivors racing into Studio B each day clutching last-minute hastily scrawled skits to feed the insatiable Venus flytrap of a daily live TV hour."

She was also a pioneer. She was a TV co-host, but was expected to answer phones. If she had an idea, she had to arrange it so that a man could claim it. "That's the only way I could get things done," she said. "I had to go around the mulberry bush." Once, learning of Mr. Van Dyke's higher salary, she asked for a raise. She was denied, she said, on the excuse that family men had greater responsibilities and that, with her looks, she would probably remarry soon.

There was harassment. Fashion modeling "was fraught with it," she said. "I was always creeping into somebody's heart, which meant they wanted me to creep into their lap, too." Even though she was a prestigious Powers model, men touched her inappropriately and assumed her morals were loose because she was a model. More than once she was chased around a desk, she said.

"I was a very pretty girl and sometimes that's a plus and sometimes that's a minus," she said. "I prefer to see it as a plus."

She married Reginald Ruston Kearton in 1954, in a week in which, she said, three men proposed to her. When the couple came to California, she drove with her mother, mother-in-law and father-in-law in the car with her. Her experiences living with her extended family in a Los Altos estate would have been comic if they hadn't been so crazy. For more, go to this link.

At 90 and living in Sharon Heights in 2010, Ms. Kearton cleaned her own house, drove her own car, and was a Democrat in a Republican stronghold. She took tap dancing lessons twice a week, stretched before housecleaning, and watched "Sit to be Fit" on TV.

Sitting for an interview in the vicinity of a yet-to-be-sold pile of her second memoir, "French Beds I've Slept In (and Some I Wish I Hadn't), she said: "I might be killed by an avalanche of these books, but it's not a bad way to go."

Ms. Kearton was preceded in death by her husband, and her son, Allison Hoyle Adams, who died of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (Lou Gehrig's disease). She is survived by her grandson Kristian Kearton.

Donations in her name may be made to the Golden West chapter of the ALS Association.


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Posted by JulieToo
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on Jul 18, 2014 at 12:03 pm

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Who didn't dream about being a John Robert Powers' model in New York City in the 60's?

Ms. Kearton was beautiful.

What an interesting person and what an exciting career!

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Posted by neighbor
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on Jul 22, 2014 at 12:34 pm

Actually Ms. Kearton was a Powers Model in the 1940s, not the 60s. She went on to become a well-know writer for TV.
Read more about this fascinating woman at

Web Link

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Posted by R. Caldwell
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on Aug 15, 2014 at 2:29 pm

I was lucky to appear on her show(Fun with Fran) to celebrate my birthday in the fifties. I remember the cake that magically appeared out of the fake oven completely cooked. I am 67 and had no idea what she went on to do. I feel fortunate having been one pebble in all the boulders of her life.

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Posted by JulieToo
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on Aug 15, 2014 at 6:10 pm

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Thank you for providing the link for more information.

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Posted by Richard Robinson
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on Jul 28, 2015 at 7:20 am

My father, Blaine Robinson, was chef at the Menlo Circus Club where Fran was a member. He enjoyed their association and bought one of her water fall pictures that I inherited and so enjoy. She was flattered when I posted a picture of it on her Facebook page. Rest in peace Fran. God bless.

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