Ok, you know that old musing "if a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it does it still make noise"? Well, that is how I felt this evening as I was surfing the internet with my father's name in the search box.
My father was a "rennaisance man", self made. He didn't have a lot of education but he had a lot of talent and a lot of dreams but not a lot of confidence. He didn't believe in himself so much. However, he was taken with the rapidly progressing technology of the times and jumped into tv and movie making with a passion. He made three movies. Now, granted, this was in TEXAS, not Hollywood so let's just say the resources were lacking. But, made movies he did. Now, decades and decades later the world feels it is their place to critique his work.
There is one movie that survived to old age. The original long since disappeared but copies have been popping up all over the place, many to be purchased on a number of places on the internet. And the criticism. My my, it is harsh. But, it is consistent. However, and this is where I feel like I am in a forest alone hollering, MY FATHER DID NOT BUILD HIS SETS OUT OF CARDBOARD! My father was an artist and his sets were works or art. They were solid. They were good. I should know. I was there. Also, the cast members were not ALL untalented scrubs. Bill McNulty was a British import who acted in England and was big in SA little theater. Eunice Gray was a neurosurgeon also huge in little theater. Granted, that doesn't mean she was a great actress but she wasn't useless either.
You know, I would like to see one of the people who are so quick to dish out such demeaning remarks do as well as my father did. Ha! That would be a good show in and of itself.
I am done here.
Ok, I am done.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
I have pretty much decided that blogging isn't all it is cracked up to be. I guess the whole privacy thing is an issue with me. While journaling on the computer is convenient, I guess it just sort of takes away from what I was after. SO.......in light of that I have decided to journal instead of blog. Got me a little black and white composition book (so retro!) and have started to write down all the little bits of information that nobody is interested in but, one day, might be glad they know. If they can slow down and settle down long enough to read something not on a screen. I absolutely love technology. For a middle aged gramma-to-be that is a bit odd, I guess. At least everybody thinks it is but that is just me! However, there is something to be said for retaining the traditional along with the new and improved. Did you know that children don't know how to write in longhand anymore? Wouldn't know what to do with an ink cartridge, much less an ink BOTTLE. So sad. But, time moves on and so must we but do we have to let go of the past completely to move on to the future? Can't the two concepts co-exist? I guess only in my generation. Sigh.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
My cat has gone missing. She wasn't anything special, like a rag doll or Himalayan. She was just this perfect little black and white cat that chose us. She was born at our house, one of many born at our house. All the rest disappeared except her. She stayed, she chose us. She had an important role at our house. She was Tessie's caretaker -- a seeing-eye cat, if you will. Two weeks ago I put her outside so I could take Tessie to the vet. As I cuddled her I verbalized "I wonder if I will ever see you again". I don't know where that voice came from but I haven't seen her again and I miss her. She was special to me.