rohanaka
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Hi Jack!!!!! What a great post!! I didn't even know it was here until Miss G was kind enough to point it out to me!!! (I never have utilized the old "watch this thread buttona'...so who knows WHEN I would have clicked on here w/ out the heads up! Thanks April!)
I will come back and chat more when I have some time as we are about to start our evenings festivities...and I want to give your comments my full attention.
I leave you now with a little youtube...It was as close as I could come to finding the pic you wanted w/out some more digging!! (about 5minutes 35 seconds or so....enjoy!)
Talk to you later!!! :-)
Happy New Year! :-)
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I'd be the one crazy passenger begging them to give me a parachute or let me off first! lol!
HA! It would just depend on WHEN you were going to end up....I would not want to hit the ground and have a TRex pop out of the bushes and start chasing me! :-)
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the one with William Shatner and the "troll" on the airplane (or is that
"The Outer Limits"?)
Nope...it's The Zone...that one is a favorite too.My husband has always liked the Shatner one, but he actually prefers the version they adapted for The Twilight Zone movie w/ John Lithgow...I am torn...because I like both. But if I had to pick an all time favorite it would be the one w/ Burgess Meredith where he breaks his glasses...that one is so heartbreaking and ironic all at the same time. :-) Time..oh...no pun intended!
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The episode on now (Little Girl Lost) is the one that haunted my childhood
Sorry to interupt...but thanks for the heads up on the TZ show...we usally do try to catch some of them when they have these marathons as the QT and I have both always been fans.
Room for One More and the one w/ Talking Tina have always creeped me out the most...
Oh...those two and of course....this one:
I think the sister in this one gets my vote for Queen of "Creepy" . :-)
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April...I even found one for the Grey Guy...but he'll have to fight the current owner for it first...
Oh Grey Guy...I'm sorry....I just couldn't help myself... :-)
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HA! We aim to please! Now....if I were to choose a color to match my hair.. Hmmm...mousy brown w/ gray streaks...not good for pastels...Let's see...maybe I will try a contrast color instead...Red has always been good for me...
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Your wish is my command...you can have one for now...and wear the other one tomorrow!!
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Happy New Year Everyone...
Here's a little party already in progress....enjoy!! (If you must drink and drive...Drink sarsparilla! ) :-)
Have a safe and happy New Year's Eve...and God's richest blessings to you all in the coming year.
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That possum-diet must work
That and chasing after Jethro with a switch seems to have done wonders for her...I wonder if the "possum" fat is what has kept her hair so smooth and silky. :-)
PS....here's another Granny youtube--quite the little singing sensation....who knew??
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDShGVsvhh0&NR=1
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Here's one to help us ring in the New Year...
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind...
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Could it be Granny's special "Spring Tonic"?
Well...if she is fresh out of tonic...she could always sing for him...(watch out now...his Lambie might have some competition!!) :-)
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36 "Here in the Auto Shop Class of the Rich and Famous you will learn such important car repair techniques as:
Sending your chauffeur on a 3 mile hike to fetch more champagne for you while you wait for a new car to pick you up....And also the proper technique for bawling out the garage attendants for not polishing all the fixtures properly after repairing the vehicle is complete.
We'll also be coving such secondary topics as: The sun roof... open or closed? and the ever popular Hood Ornaments..all flash says cash. "
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Good idea! (whistling innocently) :-)
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Is he a willing participant from the beginning? Yes, I think so
I know so...and if there's any doubt for anyone else....all they would need to do to clear that up is to read your post. Very good Molo.
You made several of the points I had intended to write myself (eventually) if this conversation ever got started. But now I feel certain there is nothing more I could add to what you've already said so well... and if I did try to come up with anything new it would pale in comparison I am sure...NOW what am I going to do?? :-)
(whispering....) Hey April...let's just copy Molo's homework...don't let the teachers know... :-)
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Kathy! It's contagious
I wish I'd catch it again, because for the life of me the comparisons that seemed to pop so readily into my mind several weeks ago have left me now...I think it must be old age catching up to me...
One thing I do think I recall is the scenery and landscape in Laramie and Two Rode Together were very similar in places...but even that memory is a bit fuzzy now...so who knows??
Thanks for the tip on SADDLE THE WIND I will have to check that one out
I am starting to get an appreciation for Taylor...I never paid him that much notice before, but after reading so many favorable posts and checking out a few of his films, he is starting to make a nice impression.
A solid script by Rod Sterling.
THAT is an interesting plus as well as the director you mentioned too.
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The movie benefits from some spectacular backgrounds
very nice shots, FF.
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just ask Liberty Valance
I would but...Oh wait...HE's eating dust at the moment!!! (El Sr. Grey esta usted leyendo esto?--I'm sure those are the words to the little Mexican tune that is playing in the cantina...) :-)
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Right now, soylent green is purple
(oh...I just have to do this...) SO....would that mean that everyone on there...would be....
(drum roll please..) PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS???? :-) (Ok....don't you all start groaning and rolling your eyes at the same time!!) :-)
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the ones hiding in the shadows
HA!! Totally hidden...except for the little telltale puff of smoke. :-)
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I found it most interesting! See, how content she could be in spite of hardships most people today would find insurmountable and hardly a luxury to be even thought of.
April, I am glad you liked it. I almost didn't post it because it was so long...( and when have I ever been known to make "long" posts?) :-) I more or less skimmed through those letters as I was looking for any reference to what I ended up posting...but from what I read she gets my vote for having the right mix of guts, determination, and good sense to endure the sorts of things I am sure were more "everyday" than most of what we have to face here and now. I am such a wimp....I bet I wouldn't have lasted a week, let alone a lifetime in those sorts of conditions.
This whole subject reminds me a bit of what we discussed a while back as to our mutual thinking that it might have been good to have lived during that time....and as I recall, I think I said something like..... my committment to that thought usually lasts about as long as it takes me to turn on a light switch or start up the dishwasher... (did I mention I was a wimp?) :-)
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I loved HEARTLAND
Hi Barb....I did some googling around...this is a very interesting collection of writings from the woman the movie was about...
Here is where I found her telling a little about her marriage and the baby....I am going to see if I can find this movie at the library...I think I would like to see it again, if only to refresh my memory more...I think I was a freshman in college when I saw it and that was only once....
(this is a bit long....but I really enjoyed reading it...)
"THE HOMESTEADER'S MARRIAGE AND A LITTLE FUNERAL December 2, 1912.
DEAR MRS. CONEY,
Every time I get a new letter from you I get a new inspiration, and I am always glad to hear from you. I have often wished I might tell you all about my Clyde, but have not because of two things. One is I could not even begin without telling you what a good man he is, and I didn't want you to think I could do nothing but brag. The other reason is the haste I married in. I am ashamed of that. I am afraid you will think me a Becky Sharp of a person. But although I married in haste, I have no cause to repent. That is very fortunate because I have never had one bit of leisure to repent in. So I am lucky all around. The engagement was powerfully short because both agreed that the trend of events and ranch work seemed to require that we be married first and do our "sparking" afterward. You see, we had to **** in the wedding between times, that is, between planting the oats and other work that must be done early or not at all. In Wyoming ranchers can scarcely take time even to be married in the springtime. That having been settled, the license was sent for by mail, and as soon as it came Mr. Stewart saddled **** and went down to the house of Mr. Pearson, the justice of the peace and a friend of long standing. I had never met any of the family and naturally rather dreaded to have them come, but Mr. Stewart was firm in wanting to be married at home, so he told Mr. Pearson he wanted him and his family to come up the following Wednesday and serve papers on the "wooman i' the hoose." They were astonished, of course, but being such good friends they promised him all the assistance they could render. They are quite the dearest, most interesting family! I have since learned to love them as my own.
Well, there was no time to make wedding clothes, so I had to "do up" what I did have. Isn't it queer how sometimes, do what you can, work will keep getting in the way until you can't get anything done? That is how it was with me those few days before the wedding; so much so that when Wednesday dawned everything was topsy-turvy and I had a very strong desire to run away. But I always did hate a "piker," so I stood pat. Well, I had most of the dinner cooked, but it kept me hustling to get the house into anything like decent order before the old dog barked, and I knew my moments of liberty were limited. It was blowing a perfect hurricane and snowing like midwinter. I had bought a beautiful pair of shoes to wear on that day, but my vanity had squeezed my feet a little, so while I was so busy at work I had kept on a worn old pair, intending to put on the new ones later; but when the Pearsons drove up all I thought about was getting them into the house where there was fire, so I forgot all about the old shoes and the apron I wore.
I had only been here six weeks then, and was a stranger. That is why I had no one to help me and was so confused and hurried. As soon as the newcomers were warm, Mr. Stewart told me I had better come over by him and stand up. It was a large room I had to cross, and how I did it before all those strange eyes I never knew. All I can remember very distinctly is hearing Mr. Stewart saying, "I will," and myself chiming in that I would, too. Happening to glance down, I saw that I had forgotten to take off my apron or my old shoes, but just then Mr. Pearson pronounced us man and wife, and as I had dinner to serve right away I had no time to worry over my odd toilet. Anyway the shoes were comfortable and the apron white, so I suppose it could have been worse; and I don't think it has ever made any difference with the Pearsons, for I number them all among my most esteemed friends.
It is customary here for newlyweds to give a dance and supper at the hall, but as I was a stranger I preferred not to, and so it was a long time before I became acquainted with all my neighbors. I had not thought I should ever marry again. Jerrine was always such a dear little pal, and I wanted to just knock about foot-loose and free to see life as a gypsy sees it. I had planned to see the Cliff-Dwellers' home; to live right there until I caught the spirit of the surroundings enough to live over their lives in imagination anyway. I had planned to see the old missions and to go to Alaska; to hunt in Canada. I even dreamed of Honolulu. Life stretched out before me one long, happy jaunt. I aimed to see all the world I could, but to travel unknown bypaths to do it. But first I wanted to try homesteading.
But for my having the grippe, I should never have come to Wyoming. Mrs. Seroise, who was a nurse at the institution for nurses in Denver while I was housekeeper there, had worked one summer at Saratoga, Wyoming. It was she who told me of the pine forests. I had never seen a pine until I came to Colorado; so the idea of a home among the pines fascinated me. At that time I was hoping to pass the Civil-Service examination, with no very definite idea as to what I would do, but just to be improving my time and opportunity. I never went to a public school a day in my life. In my childhood days there was no such thing in the Indian Territory part of Oklahoma where we lived, so I have had to try hard to keep learning. Before the time came for the examination I was so discouraged because of the grippe that nothing but the mountains, the pines, and the clean, fresh air seemed worth while; so it all came about just as I have written you.
So you see I was very deceitful. Do you remember, I wrote you of a little baby boy dying? That was my own little Jamie, our first little son. For a long time my heart was crushed. He was such a sweet, beautiful boy. I wanted him so much. He died of erysipelas. I held him in my arms till the last agony was over. Then I dressed the beautiful little body for the grave. Clyde is a carpenter; so I wanted him to make the little coffin. He did it every bit, and I lined and padded it, trimmed and covered it. Not that we could n't afford to buy one or that our neighbors were not all that was kind and willing; but because it was a sad pleasure to do everything for our little first-born ourselves.
As there had been no physician to help, so there was no minister to comfort, and I could not bear to let our baby leave the world without leaving any message to a community that sadly needed it. His little message to us had been love, so I selected a chapter from John and we had a funeral service, at which all our neighbors for thirty miles around were present. So you see, our union is sealed by love and welded by a great sorrow.+
Little Jamie was the first little Stewart. God has given me two more precious little sons. The old sorrow is not so keen now. I can bear to tell you about it, but I never could before. When you think of me, you must think of me as one who is truly happy. It is true, I want a great many things I have n't got, but I don't want them enough to be discontented and not enjoy the many blessings that are mine. I have my home among the blue mountains, my healthy, well-formed children, my clean, honest husband, my kind, gentle milk cows, my garden which I make myself. I have loads and loads of flowers which I tend myself. There are lots of chickens, turkeys, and pigs which are my own special care. I have some slow old gentle horses and an old wagon. I can load up the kiddies and go where I please any time. I have the best, kindest neighbors and I have my dear absent friends. Do you wonder I am so happy? When I think of it all, I wonder how I can crowd all my joy into one short life. I don't want you to think for one moment that you are bothering me when I write you. It is a real pleasure to do so. You're always so good to let me tell you everything. I am only afraid of trying your patience too far. Even in this long letter I can't tell you all I want to; so I shall write you again soon. Jerrine will write too. Just now she has very sore fingers. She has been picking gooseberries, and they have been pretty severe on her brown little paws.
With much love to you, I am
"Honest and truly" yours,
ELINORE RUPERT STEWART
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(anyone got the next line on this one?)
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Way cool April....what a treat!
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Don't you know it!!! And all the ones that say "photo not available" well...those are the ones he'll never see coming!! :-)
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Hi again Jack...I am back home now and all bundled up (it is SO rotten cold tonight) ...we are such fogies around here...most years it seems our New Years eve more or less runs out about now...pretty exciting aint it?? :-)
Just wanted to check in and go back into your post again. I laughed and laughed when you told about how your husband "helps" you w/ the laundry...Now mine actually does help...in fact sometimes he does almost more laundry around here than I do. But now dishes...oh the dishes...when he "helps" with those... lets just say...he "prewashes" them for me... :-) He prefers to "handwash" but they do not always end up as "washed" as I prefer them to be... and I usually end up loading his "handwashings" into the dishwasher anyway...but it is nice of him to try. :-)
One thing he DOES do that drives me up the wall (also his way of "helping") is if a table or cabinet gets too "cluttered" he tends to do an "armsweep" and it all ends up in a big jumbled up pile at one end or the other. That's NOT helping!!!! One day I came in and found him moving a bunch of groceries (canned goods etc) that I hadn't put away yet from the afternoon before, and he was taking them from one side of the kitchen to the other. I asked him what was he doing and he said..."Clearing up the mess" And I gently and lovingly (do you see my eyes rolling?) let him know that if that were true then he would have put the groceries IN THE CABINET instead of just moving them from one spot to another. At least where I had them in the beginning....they were not in my way...but after his HELP ....I had to stop and put them away myself so that I could use the area HE decided to clutter up instead.... There are times when I would like to hang a sign on my kitchen door..."NO MAN'S LAND" But...I can't...I love him. What can I say????? :-)
I hope you got to watch some TCM today
I ended up taping "Fort Apache...I haven't seen it in a long time so was glad to get it on tape and will likely watch sometime this weekend. It hasn't been too long since I saw Stagecoach, so since it came on so early...I decided to let it go this time (I know...shame on me...) And I also more or less missed most of TQM mainly because the short person has had way too much sway over our viewing selections this Christmas break...Kung Fu Panda and Night at the Museum are more important to her right now then Ford films ...but don't worry... I am sure her horizons will be expanded as time goes by. And she has seen TQM before w/ me and we watched the tail end of it today too so it was not a total loss.
What I did NOT get to see (or tape) was They Were Expendable....(due to poor planning on my part) But more about that in a minute.
Alice watched all of The Quiet Man with me, and thought it was a riot. She especially loved the part where Mary Kate got dragged through the sheep poo in the field and then the big fight scene. She also thought it was funny when Mary Kate was afraid of the thunder ......Kids are so nice, aren't they? I hope I'm not raising a psycho
HA! If you are raising a psycho...I am raising a " bossy busybody" because whenever mine watches with me she stands in front of the tv and yells at everybody to tell them "Stop Fighting PEOPLE!!" We only saw the end of TQM today...but she just stood there and said "John Wayne..you DO NOT hit that man!" And then she yelled at Red Will...."MAN!! Stop fighting with John Wayne...that is NOT nice!" She will likely be a chip off the old "Peacemaker" block someday... :-)
I love all the little side characters in this film. There are so many of them just filling up the outer edges of the story and sometimes bringing added texture to the moment. Francis Ford is just a hoot in this film...I love the scene at the wedding where he is mimicking Danaher..."So without further eloquence..."
The guy w/ the paper is funny too. He just sits there turning pages without a care in the world. One guy that stood out for me a few months ago when I watched was the little guy in the widow's office when Sean and Will are bidding on the cottage trying to "win" it from her. Right there in the same room by the fireplace is this guy...just standing there...for no apparent reason except to hold the carpet down in that spot on the floor. WHO is he? WHY is he there? WHAT is he doing?? Inquiring minds want to know!! :-)
Here is a little something I found on F Ford...pretty interesting. He has been in a lot of films and only recently have I began to notice that HE's the guy...as in...OH...the guy in Young Abe Lincoln...or OH...the guy in the Oxbow Incident....etc. He really had a knack for bringing a lot of life and personality to a lot of small roles.
http://characteractors.blogspot.com/2008/10/francis-ford.html
watched They Were Expendable
Now this is my one regret today...in all my goofing off..I forgot to get this one taped...and out of all of the ones on today it was the only one I haven't seen. It is coming on again sometime in the near future though so I will have to do better next time. But in a way it is good that I missed it because now I have your excellent post to refer back to. You always have such a precise and unique way of looking at the technical aspects and the intent behind a lot of the direction and filming of certain movies that really does help put certain shots into better perspective. I know I will be watching with a keener eye thanks to you! Great pics too by the way!! Thanks for posting them.
I really enjoyed your post, Wendy. Nice talking to you. And try to go easy on that husband of yours...you do NOT want to get the sheep stuff in that gorgeous long hair of his!!! :-)
Well....it is getting close to that time around here...(we are an hour behind you folks) so I think I will go wake up the kidling here in a minute (she's on the couch) so she can bang some pots and pans together (an old family tradition). Happy New Year to one and all! And God's blessing to you, each and every one!!