Happy Birthday, Mom.
I love you.
Until next time...
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
I'LL BE AT THE LIBRARY MAY 3, 2011
GOOD STUFF: REMINISCENCE OF MY FATHER
ABOUT THIS BOOK
With the birth of his daughter, the sixty-three-year-old Cary Grant— still urbane, athletic, sublimely handsome, always self-effacing—retired from the screen to devote himself to his longed-for child.
In Good Stuff, Jennifer Grant writes of her enchanted but very real life with her father, playing, laughing, dining, and dancing together through the thick and thin of Jennifer’s growing up; the years of his work, his travels, his friendships with “old Hollywood royalty” (the Sinatras, the Pecks, the Poitiers, et al.) and with just plain old royalty (the Rainiers) . . . until Grant’s death at the age of eighty-two.
She writes of the love he showed her, the lessons he taught her, of his childhood as well as her own. Here are letters, notes, cards, and drawings from father to daughter and from her to him . . . photographstaken at home and on their many adventures . . . and bits of conversation between them (Cary Grant kept a tape recorder going for most of their time together).
Good Stuff captures the magic of a father’s devotion (and goofballness) and reveals a daughter’s special odyssey of loving, and being loved, by a dad who was Cary Grant.
Until next time...
ABOUT THIS BOOK
With the birth of his daughter, the sixty-three-year-old Cary Grant— still urbane, athletic, sublimely handsome, always self-effacing—retired from the screen to devote himself to his longed-for child.
In Good Stuff, Jennifer Grant writes of her enchanted but very real life with her father, playing, laughing, dining, and dancing together through the thick and thin of Jennifer’s growing up; the years of his work, his travels, his friendships with “old Hollywood royalty” (the Sinatras, the Pecks, the Poitiers, et al.) and with just plain old royalty (the Rainiers) . . . until Grant’s death at the age of eighty-two.
She writes of the love he showed her, the lessons he taught her, of his childhood as well as her own. Here are letters, notes, cards, and drawings from father to daughter and from her to him . . . photographstaken at home and on their many adventures . . . and bits of conversation between them (Cary Grant kept a tape recorder going for most of their time together).
Good Stuff captures the magic of a father’s devotion (and goofballness) and reveals a daughter’s special odyssey of loving, and being loved, by a dad who was Cary Grant.
Until next time...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
IS HE OR ISN'T HE...ONLY HIS RABBI KNOWS FOR SURE!
I have just watched my 20th CG movie! And they said this infatuation wouldn't last. I read some trivia I thought was interesting...what do you think?
-- Cary always wore a gold chain with 3 charms...a St. Christopher, a Cross and a Star of David...symbolizing the religions of his wives.
Cary often referred to himself as Jewish, even though raised to go to church. As a baby he was circumcised - and baptised - which in England was only done for religious purposes.
-- Some say his mother was part Jewish, some say his father was part Jewish and yet a third says his real birth mom was his father's mistress who was Jewish.
-- It is said he turned down the starring role in Gentlemen's Agreement, a movie about a reporter who poses as Jewish to write about anti-semitism, because he said he WAS Jewish and looked it so nobody would believe he was a Gentile posing as Jewish. The role went to another hearthrob...Gregory Peck.
-- Cary donated lots of money to Jewish causes and charities and to the State of Israel
ps...If you get a chance, watch Gentlemen's Agreement. It is an awesome movie. And sshhhhh, don't tell Cary I said this but Gregory Peck is GORGEOUS!
Until next time...
-- Cary always wore a gold chain with 3 charms...a St. Christopher, a Cross and a Star of David...symbolizing the religions of his wives.
Cary often referred to himself as Jewish, even though raised to go to church. As a baby he was circumcised - and baptised - which in England was only done for religious purposes.
-- Some say his mother was part Jewish, some say his father was part Jewish and yet a third says his real birth mom was his father's mistress who was Jewish.
-- It is said he turned down the starring role in Gentlemen's Agreement, a movie about a reporter who poses as Jewish to write about anti-semitism, because he said he WAS Jewish and looked it so nobody would believe he was a Gentile posing as Jewish. The role went to another hearthrob...Gregory Peck.
-- Cary donated lots of money to Jewish causes and charities and to the State of Israel
ps...If you get a chance, watch Gentlemen's Agreement. It is an awesome movie. And sshhhhh, don't tell Cary I said this but Gregory Peck is GORGEOUS!
Until next time...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
JON BON'S COMPETITION!
My Jon Bon has competition for my affections!
I have become obsessed, and totally in love with Archibald Alec Leach...CARY GRANT! Ok, so he'd be over a hundred years old, but hey it's my fantasy :)~
I have been checking out movies from the library for quite a while now. A bit ago I decided to start watching the classics. There are so many I have never seen and I intended to start with Casablanca. Of course it was already checked out, so I decided that Breakfast at Tiffany's was the next best choice. I adored the movie and began getting Audrey Hepburn movies. I also had to read about her and finally watched the Jennifer Love Hewitt movie of Audrey's life. For some reason I always pictured Ms. Hepburn's life to have been one of priviledge. Boy, was I wrong. She had a very hard childhood. And she was very self depricating. One thing that struck me about the movies I watched was that she is obviously a young lady and her love interests were OLDER men! Seems very "forward" for the era of her movies. So far, with many cinematic choices still to go, my favorites are Breakfast at Tiffany's and Roman Holiday.
Then I took out Funny Girl and Funny Lady. I thirsted for information on Fanny Brice. I laboriously read her biography for hours on end. I wish I could find some video of her roles. She was a comic genius who portrayed herself as a poor child, when she really had many years of a comfortable childhood. She completely recreated herself to suit the needs of the time and her career. She was quite the business woman. And hopelessly in love with Nicky Arnstein who unlike the sauve gambler he was portrayed as in Funny Girl he was a suave criminal! He virtually abandoned Fanny and their two children. I guess it is true that the hardest of times can create the funniest of times...
One day, I found a 5 movie boxed set of Cary Grant movies...Ohhh la la! My lucky day! The first movie was Holiday. LOVED IT! And so began my infatuation with the oh so handsome, funny and charming Cary Grant. I love a light-hearted romantic comedy from any era, but these movies ("screwball comedies" as they were then dubbed)have captured my heart. And so did Mr. Grant (NOT Ed Asner! tee hee hee!) I watched Holiday 3 times. Then I watched The Awful Truth...repeatedly! His Girl Friday was interesting to me. His character was every bit as suave, but not so debonnaire. He was rather mean, but the eyes and the voice with his own special accent and the CLEFT CHIN...oh my gawd...that chin! Needless to say I swooned! I was not as thrilled with Only Angels Have Wings, but still a good vehicle for my man! This movie was attributed to the supposed line...JUDY, JUDY, JUDY, but he really only said JUDY one time! I replayed the scene a number of times just to be sure (and see my guy some more!) I think that my favorite, so far is An Affair To Remember. Nobody dons a tux like Cary (see, I am now on a first name basis with him!) And even though he is a wolf in sheeps clothing, he is charming and quick witted, loves his grandma! I cried as he stood, in the rain, at the Empire State Buiding while being stood up by his one true love, I have a thing for men's hands and he has strong hands that I want to hold me! And when he wiped the tears from Deborah Kerr's cheek...I was smitten. Me thinks I need to watch it AGAIN before it goes back!
So now I am reading a Bio of him. If what is written is true, he was not the nicest man. He was a diva. He drank a LOT. He was cheap. He worked for J. Edgar Hoover as a spy, watching and reporting on his then wife, Barbara Hutton (heiress to the Woolworth fortune) and like so many of the hearthrobs of that era was homosexual. He was in a long-term relationship with Randolf Scott...longer then any of his marriages. It seems even while he was married (as was Scott). He had 5 marriages and 1 daughter by Dyan Cannon. And spent years tripping on LSD.
But I don't care, because remember this is MY fantasy! If he were alive today and 50 years younger we would be together! He would flash that smile at me, caress me with those strong hands and swallow me up in that cleft chin of his. We would sit together on the love seat and watch each of the 72 movies he made while sipping champagne. He would make me laugh and then he would say...maureen, maureen, maureen.
Until next time...
I have become obsessed, and totally in love with Archibald Alec Leach...CARY GRANT! Ok, so he'd be over a hundred years old, but hey it's my fantasy :)~
I have been checking out movies from the library for quite a while now. A bit ago I decided to start watching the classics. There are so many I have never seen and I intended to start with Casablanca. Of course it was already checked out, so I decided that Breakfast at Tiffany's was the next best choice. I adored the movie and began getting Audrey Hepburn movies. I also had to read about her and finally watched the Jennifer Love Hewitt movie of Audrey's life. For some reason I always pictured Ms. Hepburn's life to have been one of priviledge. Boy, was I wrong. She had a very hard childhood. And she was very self depricating. One thing that struck me about the movies I watched was that she is obviously a young lady and her love interests were OLDER men! Seems very "forward" for the era of her movies. So far, with many cinematic choices still to go, my favorites are Breakfast at Tiffany's and Roman Holiday.
Then I took out Funny Girl and Funny Lady. I thirsted for information on Fanny Brice. I laboriously read her biography for hours on end. I wish I could find some video of her roles. She was a comic genius who portrayed herself as a poor child, when she really had many years of a comfortable childhood. She completely recreated herself to suit the needs of the time and her career. She was quite the business woman. And hopelessly in love with Nicky Arnstein who unlike the sauve gambler he was portrayed as in Funny Girl he was a suave criminal! He virtually abandoned Fanny and their two children. I guess it is true that the hardest of times can create the funniest of times...
One day, I found a 5 movie boxed set of Cary Grant movies...Ohhh la la! My lucky day! The first movie was Holiday. LOVED IT! And so began my infatuation with the oh so handsome, funny and charming Cary Grant. I love a light-hearted romantic comedy from any era, but these movies ("screwball comedies" as they were then dubbed)have captured my heart. And so did Mr. Grant (NOT Ed Asner! tee hee hee!) I watched Holiday 3 times. Then I watched The Awful Truth...repeatedly! His Girl Friday was interesting to me. His character was every bit as suave, but not so debonnaire. He was rather mean, but the eyes and the voice with his own special accent and the CLEFT CHIN...oh my gawd...that chin! Needless to say I swooned! I was not as thrilled with Only Angels Have Wings, but still a good vehicle for my man! This movie was attributed to the supposed line...JUDY, JUDY, JUDY, but he really only said JUDY one time! I replayed the scene a number of times just to be sure (and see my guy some more!) I think that my favorite, so far is An Affair To Remember. Nobody dons a tux like Cary (see, I am now on a first name basis with him!) And even though he is a wolf in sheeps clothing, he is charming and quick witted, loves his grandma! I cried as he stood, in the rain, at the Empire State Buiding while being stood up by his one true love, I have a thing for men's hands and he has strong hands that I want to hold me! And when he wiped the tears from Deborah Kerr's cheek...I was smitten. Me thinks I need to watch it AGAIN before it goes back!
So now I am reading a Bio of him. If what is written is true, he was not the nicest man. He was a diva. He drank a LOT. He was cheap. He worked for J. Edgar Hoover as a spy, watching and reporting on his then wife, Barbara Hutton (heiress to the Woolworth fortune) and like so many of the hearthrobs of that era was homosexual. He was in a long-term relationship with Randolf Scott...longer then any of his marriages. It seems even while he was married (as was Scott). He had 5 marriages and 1 daughter by Dyan Cannon. And spent years tripping on LSD.
But I don't care, because remember this is MY fantasy! If he were alive today and 50 years younger we would be together! He would flash that smile at me, caress me with those strong hands and swallow me up in that cleft chin of his. We would sit together on the love seat and watch each of the 72 movies he made while sipping champagne. He would make me laugh and then he would say...maureen, maureen, maureen.
Until next time...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
AUTUMN...
I love the fall.
Blue skies with cotton candy clouds
Trees that look like G-D personally painted them
Breezy days
Crisp nights and blankies
Apples and peanut butter
I love the fall.
Until next time...
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
WHINY ND BITCHY
I have been trying to write a new blog for a long time. But each time I tried, nothing came. Or what did come totally sucked. Everything came out sounding whiny and bitchy. Hmmm, maybe that is the true me...whiny and bitchy.
But then I decided...it's my blog. If I want to write a whiny and bitchy blog, I can. And I am!
I am hot and cranky.
I am old and tired.
I am achy and breaky.
I am fat and wrinkly.
I am whiny and bitchy.
Until next time...
But then I decided...it's my blog. If I want to write a whiny and bitchy blog, I can. And I am!
I am hot and cranky.
I am old and tired.
I am achy and breaky.
I am fat and wrinkly.
I am whiny and bitchy.
Until next time...
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