i like this so much. and you met her! for me it was her "Washington Story," with Van Johnson, in which she portrays "a green reporter in search of government corruption who instead falls for a congressman."
Memories uprooted. At my graduation (UCSB 1972) the speaker was Bucky Fuller … and he may have also spoke alien, for all around me heads were shooken and eyes enblanked. “What the hell is he talking about?”
I wish I could say that I remember every single word she uttered during her speech, but I'm afraid I don't. I do well recall that she began by saying that reading had become difficult for her in her post-stroke years, so she'd just talk to us for a bit. She was lovely.
Our date of birth is always our birthday (unless one is Katharine Hepburn), whether or not we're around to celebrate, isn't it?
My mom and I always say Happy Birthday to departed family members. That she didn't say "Happy Bertha's Birthday" in 2022 was my sign something was very wrong and to get her to the ER. (Do not get a UTI when you get old, they mess with your brain.)
I'd put that up against a scolding my brother and I got from my mum when I was about ten years old. We skulked home (in parallel with our playmates next door) after an adult neighbor busted us in an act of vandalism and reported to our parents.
We listened for an hour as our friends parents next door shouted their lungs out (this was at a cottage - screened windows and no A/C). A few minutes after they ran out of steam, my mum sat us on the sofa [ok that's a topic with this crew] and said these words:
"Everyone. When they're about your age. Does something this dumb. Once. This was yours."
No other punishment.
Made an impression. I was out of the vandalism business for good.
1. I assume, because you wrote it, that this line is acceptable: “for those of you don’t believe in immortality.” I hope so, as I always pause when deciding between “who” and “whom” and always use “who” no matter what.
2. Is there a more charming, decent, scandal-free actor in the history of Hollywood than Paul Newman?
3. Your ending, “to my very face she said that. Just imagine.” Is magical. I imagined it, and got goosebumps while smiling on your behalf.
1. You are most charitable. If I'd wanted to be all folksy, I would have said "for those of you what don't believe in immorality." As it is: I repaired it. (And, to be sure, it's "who.")
2. Have you seen the documentary The Last Movie Stars? It really delves, respectfully but unsparingly, into the complication of being Paul Newman (and the complications of being married to him and of being his children).
3. Thank you. To the best of my recollection, she uttered it with a twinkle to a devoted young man, not in the sense of "Oh, christ, not this again."
The Day The Earth Stood Still had a wonderful cast of solid acting pros. World War II was only six years in the past and the Korean War was underway. It was a spare, beautifully photographed, anti-war morality play. I could always see my father in the Klaatu (Michael Rennie) part.
Different people seem to be having different experiences, but in my experience you can click on the three little dots you should (I think) see to the right of your posted comment and edit, after the fact, to your heart's content.
Also, of course I knew you meant Roald, but I haven't read the book.
But you did just remind me of how she pronounced his name, a great big grand "Roooo-awwwld."
That folksy line reminds me of how many times I’ve seen people write, “all the sudden.”
I will find the doc. And watch with an open mind. Thank you.
I know what you mean about the twinkle and the “christ…” I thought of a billion things I wanted to say to Pete Townshend at a book signing. In the end, I ditched them all and just looked into his eyes and said, “thank you.” Then we just stared at each other for three whole seconds. It was more powerful than any words I imagined exchanged. His eyes were ridiculously beautiful.
i like this so much. and you met her! for me it was her "Washington Story," with Van Johnson, in which she portrays "a green reporter in search of government corruption who instead falls for a congressman."
And A Face in the Crowd! And Breakfast at Tiffany's! And and and!
What a face, what a voice, what an actress!
She enthralled. Lauren Bacall too.
Sigh . . .
Memories uprooted. At my graduation (UCSB 1972) the speaker was Bucky Fuller … and he may have also spoke alien, for all around me heads were shooken and eyes enblanked. “What the hell is he talking about?”
I wish I could say that I remember every single word she uttered during her speech, but I'm afraid I don't. I do well recall that she began by saying that reading had become difficult for her in her post-stroke years, so she'd just talk to us for a bit. She was lovely.
And brave. That voice!
Our date of birth is always our birthday (unless one is Katharine Hepburn), whether or not we're around to celebrate, isn't it?
My mom and I always say Happy Birthday to departed family members. That she didn't say "Happy Bertha's Birthday" in 2022 was my sign something was very wrong and to get her to the ER. (Do not get a UTI when you get old, they mess with your brain.)
I'd put that up against a scolding my brother and I got from my mum when I was about ten years old. We skulked home (in parallel with our playmates next door) after an adult neighbor busted us in an act of vandalism and reported to our parents.
We listened for an hour as our friends parents next door shouted their lungs out (this was at a cottage - screened windows and no A/C). A few minutes after they ran out of steam, my mum sat us on the sofa [ok that's a topic with this crew] and said these words:
"Everyone. When they're about your age. Does something this dumb. Once. This was yours."
No other punishment.
Made an impression. I was out of the vandalism business for good.
From Robster to robsdoor.
Circle of life baby!
Hello! I see my ass … and I am pleased.
a treasure
Three things:
1. I assume, because you wrote it, that this line is acceptable: “for those of you don’t believe in immortality.” I hope so, as I always pause when deciding between “who” and “whom” and always use “who” no matter what.
2. Is there a more charming, decent, scandal-free actor in the history of Hollywood than Paul Newman?
3. Your ending, “to my very face she said that. Just imagine.” Is magical. I imagined it, and got goosebumps while smiling on your behalf.
1. You are most charitable. If I'd wanted to be all folksy, I would have said "for those of you what don't believe in immorality." As it is: I repaired it. (And, to be sure, it's "who.")
2. Have you seen the documentary The Last Movie Stars? It really delves, respectfully but unsparingly, into the complication of being Paul Newman (and the complications of being married to him and of being his children).
3. Thank you. To the best of my recollection, she uttered it with a twinkle to a devoted young man, not in the sense of "Oh, christ, not this again."
Re your pt no 3: That sounds more heartwarming, on balance, then my story
The Day The Earth Stood Still had a wonderful cast of solid acting pros. World War II was only six years in the past and the Korean War was underway. It was a spare, beautifully photographed, anti-war morality play. I could always see my father in the Klaatu (Michael Rennie) part.
I have always adored her. Did you read “Pat and Ronald”?
Damn AutoCorrect! That SAID “Pat and Roald”!
Different people seem to be having different experiences, but in my experience you can click on the three little dots you should (I think) see to the right of your posted comment and edit, after the fact, to your heart's content.
Also, of course I knew you meant Roald, but I haven't read the book.
But you did just remind me of how she pronounced his name, a great big grand "Roooo-awwwld."
Thanks. I didn’t know I could edit.
That last photo -- wonderful!
That cute fellow...
Love this!
That folksy line reminds me of how many times I’ve seen people write, “all the sudden.”
I will find the doc. And watch with an open mind. Thank you.
I know what you mean about the twinkle and the “christ…” I thought of a billion things I wanted to say to Pete Townshend at a book signing. In the end, I ditched them all and just looked into his eyes and said, “thank you.” Then we just stared at each other for three whole seconds. It was more powerful than any words I imagined exchanged. His eyes were ridiculously beautiful.
A lovely reminiscence
I loved everything about this. A wonderful memory for you of a wonderfully intrepid woman.
The pictures! ❤️
(Your words, too, of course.)
How fabulous. But does that make you Gort?