Personal Life and Death
In 1940 John Henry Faulk married Harriet Elizabeth ("Hally") Wood, a music student of the University of Texas Fine Arts School whom Faulk married six weeks after meeting. The marriage ended in divorce in 1947, and the couple had one daughter, Cynthia Tannehill. Faulk's second marriage was to Lynne Smith, a New Yorker he had met in 1948 and also married about six weeks after meeting her. That marriage also ended in divorce, fallout from the blacklisting upheaval. Faulk and Smith had two daughters, Johanna and Evelyn, and one son Frank Dobie Faulk. In 1965, Faulk married Elizabeth Peake, and the marriage produced one son, John Henry Faulk III.
Celebrated Austin restaurateur Mary Faulk Koock (1910–1996) was John Henry's sister. His nephew, Mary's son, is actor Guich Koock.
John Henry Faulk died in Austin of cancer on April 9, 1990, and is buried at Oakwood Cemetery.
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