Today I found this really wonderful, heartwarming story about Doris Day and Mary Hartmann – written By Darlene Craviotto. I was weeping when I read the blog post and I thought I needed to share Darlene’s Memory. I’m sure, it leaves you with a smile – and tears in your eyes, just like me.
Doris Day died yesterday and that’s why I’m writing this post.
I wasn’t a friend, or a member of her family; just like everybody else, I knew her from the movies. I used to be a tour guide at Universal Studios, and I got to meet a lot of big movie stars there, from Lucille Ball (who hated it when the tour guides leaned on her Rolls Royce to talk with her) to Paul Newman (whose piercing blue eyes locked with mine one day at the studio commissary, and my knees have been weak ever since). I never had a chance to meet Doris Day on the Universal lot. But one rainy night in Hollywood she was a good friend to me and a beautiful Golden Retriever named, “Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman.”
It was long ago, when I was a member of a struggling group of actors who worked all day at the tours at Universal, so we could work all night (for free) performing plays at a little theater on Hollywood Boulevard. Seven nights a week, one block down from the Weird Museum, above a toy store and Fredericks of Hollywood Sexy Lingerie, overlooking the stars of Ann Margret, Gene Barry, and James Cagney, we practiced our craft and shared the Hollywood dream.
I generally do whatever I can to use my free time to write. The very best time is my vacation. Tons of free time and “nothing” else to do. Yes, of course, there’s the usually shopping trip. Meeting friends, book fairs, a few meetings, a little bit of sightseeing, if necessary, but normally I spend my vacation time with my Californian Mom, my sister… you get the point. Places where I can relax and concentrate on my books and stories.
Once again I was lucky enough to have had a home for three weeks, where I had nearly nothing to do than to shop, type, and write.
I could concentrate on the current book – number seven in the series, where I got stuck while being at home. No matter what I tried, I just couldn’t get forward with the story. I had an idea and it didn’t work. I wanted to write about a conversation between two characters and it didn’t make sense, not even to me.
As soon as I was gone, decently relaxed and had peace and silence around me (two dogs, four cats, a handful of birds and a guinea pig, my pen touched the paper and wrote.
I mentioned this before, and it once again proved right with me: I cannot write a good story (or part of it) when I’m stressed out or unhappy. Hemingway wrote his best books when he was weeping over his life and/or drunk. Not working with me.
I’m very happy my work made this good progress during this vacation, even more since the first book of the series got its copyright and is currently prepared to be published.
I’m so very excited!
Thank you all who have worked on this with me.
This vacation was successful for me, even though I was “just hanging out”! It’s been calm, quiet, helpful, reducing stress and homey too!
Thanks to my sister and my brother-in-law who hosted me during all this time!! You rock!!
Once again the first season of the year
has arrived, and just picks up in gear.
Flowers bloom, the grass turns green
everything looks fresh and clean.
Renewed life stretches and is waking
sleep is gone, life is in the making.
Birds, and flowers, water and grass
happiness is now as clear as glass.
Singing and dancing are taking over
we find luck in a four leaved clover.
We are proud and we all smile
dust is shaken off the winter pile.
Youngsters are shown by their proud Mom
birds and kitties nd puppies, all are calm.
The sun shines brighter every day
warms our babies on their way.
And once again we know it’s true
what we didn’t think when the cold wind blew
The Earth has once again shown that all the tragic
thoughts are gone by Nature’s magic.
(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, March 2018)