jdb1 wrote:Now let me read between the lines there, Ken. Hmmm -- could it be that you are blessed with green eyes as well? Cool.
Once when I worked at Gulf + Western (they owned Paramount then), I came upon Charles Bronson in the lobby, and we nodded to each other, as you sometimes do in a waiting for the elevator situation, and he had the greenest eyes I have ever seen in a human being (wonder if they were real or contact lens enhanced; they looked natural). How do yours rate?
Me having green eyes ? I guess so, I put them tending to the dark green side. But I know that they are very dreamy !
As a little girl, I couldn't understand why the very average American family of "Father Knows Best" had this beautiful, glamorous mother, who had a vaguely British accent, and who never seemed to be allowed out of the kitchen. She really didn't seem like the type who would marry a small town insurance man (no aspersions toward insurance men intended) - she seemed more like a chairwoman of the women's auxiliary of a posh country club, whose husband would be the president of a bank, or chief executive of a multinational corporation. Somehow, she didn't seem to quite go with the rest of that family, and didn't look quite right shelling all those peas every week. (In fact, she was from a very wealthy East Coast family, who disowned her when she went on the stage.)
I found her much more believable as Mr. Spock's mother.
Judith: Please don't tell us you were neither "Kitten" nor "Princess".
Everyday people...that's what's wrong with the world. -- Morgan Morgan I love movies. But don't get me wrong. I hate Hollywood. -- Orson Welles Movies can only go forward in spite of the motion picture industry. -- Orson Welles
Judith: Please don't tell us you were neither "Kitten" nor "Princess".
I was indeed neither. My experience of kids in NYC in the 50s was that we were very different from the TV "average American" versions - they seemed kind of weird to us. We were all a lot more like the Dead End Kids.
Have you seen the early 50s indie movie The Little Fugitive? Those kids are exactly the kind of kids I grew up with (in fact, I lived in their neighborhood in Brooklyn, Borough Park).
