One of my favorite villains in that egomaniacal Cruella De Vil from "101 Dalmatians." One statuette shows her with the ever present cigarette holder and the other is her morning in bed. What a gal!
In New York, Fabian and I both worked for American Tree and Wreath, a manufacturer of artificial Christmas trees. As part of our job, we were sent out to various stores in season to help them set up their Christmas departments by decorating the trees that had been purchased from our company. We also were responsible for setting up our showroom and it's sister one in Skokie, Illinois, as well as holding teaching seminars on "How to decorate your tree." At still other times of the year, we were dispatched to trade shows in various parts of the country to again set up displays that would be taken over by the local reps for the duration of the show and later dismantled by them. One such year, we had trade shows in Chicago, San Francisco, Dallas and Indianapolis and all in a matter of weeks of each other. Since Fabian hated to fly, we offered an alternate plan to the powers-that-be. Upon consideration, they agreed to the plan. It was cheaper to let us take the t...
It was only late afternoon but winter had already deposited darkness upon the small town. And as the snow began to fall, adding to the blanket previously fallen, the moon came out. It was a full Kansas moon that glinted and gleamed against the frosty flakes making the landscape eerily, ghostly bright. There would be no need for a flashlight on a night such as this. Bundled up, as only a mother can, the young boy went down the steps from his front door, out through the gated picket fence and headed toward the church which was only half a block away. There was an air of anticipation about him as he broke into a run toward his goal. Some other children were already in the appointed meeting place, the church annex and together they waited for the rest of their friends to arrive. And, in due time, they did, rounding their number out to an even ten (or was it twelve?) With no adults to supervise them, they set out on their journey. This was that coun...
I first met Bernadette Peters when we were both in a production of "The Boy Friend" (With Yvonne de Carlo) at the Wedgewood Dinner Theater in Glen Cove, Long Island. She had previously been a child performer starting at the age of three on the TV show "Juvenile Jury" and went on to many other venues of the day (She did "Name that Tune" when she was five.) And there are many other credits, I could relate. So, she was a seasoned performer when we met. Almost every night, after the performance of "The Boy Friend," and before we started the trek back into the city, a bunch of us would retire into the bar, where Bernadette would usually sing a number or two with the pianist. She was remarkable. She would turn a song like "You made me love you" into a soulful agony with tears streaming down her face as she neared the end. Just remarkable. Soon after she was doing "George M" on Broadway and "Dames at Sea' of...
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