Later Life
- White was a member of the 1950 Harvard anthropological expedition to the Middle East
- Robb and Rodie White were divorced in 1964; they had three children — Robb, Barbara, and June.
- Robb White IV (1941–2006) was a well-known Georgia boat-builder and author of How to Build a Tin Canoe: Confessions of an Old Salt (2003)
- June, better known as Bailey White, is a commentator for NPR and author of Mama Makes Up Her Mind (1993), Sleeping at the Starlight Motel (1995), and Quite a Year for Plums (1998). In her audio book "Ostrich Farmer and Other Stories," Bailey reminisces about her father's movie career in her story "Father's Feet."
- In the mid-1960s, White married Joan Gannon, a Beverly Hills stockbroker. According to the Laurel Leaf paperback edition of Deathwatch — the only White book still in print — he was married to Mrs. Alice White at the time of his death in 1990
- He lived in Thomasville, Georgia (where he and Rodie settled after returning from the Caribbean), Malibu and Montecito, Calif., England, Ireland, Scotland, the West Indies and the French Riviera, as well as Lake Havasu City, Arizona — the setting for Deathwatch
- White died in 1990 as a result of head injuries suffered in a car accident
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