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My great-grandparents came from this small town in the middle of nowhere. They had a nice life, as far as I could tell.
Anyway, I just found out yesterday that aside from the first electric power plant, they also owned the first movie theater in the town. That was back in the 1920s.
Whaddya know—their favorite actress was Myrna Loy! They watched every film of hers at the time and they would drag their friends and children into going. I find that incredibly fun and ironic since I’ve been doing the same thing—except the part with the children, of course.
So there’s Dillinger, FDR, Churchill and my great-grandparents. Minnie just didn’t know when to quit, did she?
Loving this lady, I am now finding out, is in our blood—I had no chance. Oh, Minnie!
*the old theater was burned down during the war. They rebuilt it, but by then my family was too engrossed in post-war things just as they were during so it’s either they sold the land, gave it away or built something else on it. Not sure yet.
“She had more will power than anyone else I knew… her drive for success was so great. She had a slended figure, beautiful legs… The thing I think people don’t know about Joan, unless they knew Lucille, was that she was a terrible fretter. She worried a lot. She was the opposite of care free. Care filled, I guess you’d say. I remember one time, her eyes were filled with tears. It was the only time I ever saw Lucille, or Joan, cry. It was right after she changed her name. Joan just never complained, not about her difficult childhood or about her difficult children-Christina and Christopher made me glad I didn’t have kids. Not even when she was dying and in pain did she let anyone know. The reason she was upset was she was having so much trouble fending off the executives at M-G-M. SOme of them were very powerful, and they were touching and grabbing her, she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want them doing it, but she feared for her career. Joan was a girl of principle, even back when she was Lucille” -Myrna Loy about Joan Crawford.
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