mrsl wrote:
Tonight I watched about the 11th chapter in a long line of movies called 'The Love series'. I guess they're all based on a collection like the Little House TV show. This one was called Love Finds a Home. The whole thing started out with a wagon train where two strangers got together because both of their spouses had died, and each following episode was the next generation, and their adventures in moving westward and pioneering on their own. This one was just made this year and has Patty Duke as a prime character. I hate to say it but Patty is only one year younger than I am, but she looks like 10 years older, before getting upset, let me explain, I haven't lived under the hot California sun all my life like her so her skin shows every sunbeam. Also, she is still slim where I am a bit over weight but the weight helps me to avoid a 'chicken neck', and 'finger falons'.
Anne
Hey, Anne, I just wanted to point out that Patty Duke is the product of a miserable and misguided childhood, a misspent youth of drugs and booze, and years and years of struggle with a mental/physical illness she didn't even know she had (bipolar disorder) until after it had ruined her life up until then. She has also survived major heart surgery in recent years. She's not only a survivor, but one of America's best and most underrated and underused actors. This isn't a scolding, it's just a reminder that if our Anna (don't call her Patty to her face) is full of wrinkles and lines and has a voice like a petite foghorn, it's for a very good reason. One of the truly admirable things about her strong character is her refusal to go under the knife -- she looks the way she looks, and she's willing to work with it.
And she is really tiny, well under 5 feet. A girl I knew in college had auditioned to be Duke's body double for the Patty/Cathy show, and this girl was about a size zero. I saw Duke on Broadway in
The Miracle Worker, and although she was probably 12 or so then, she could easily have passed for 8 or 9 from the stage. I was just a kid myself, and I had no trouble accepting that she was even younger than I, although she is in fact older.