The anniversary of Mom’s birth last weekend. A trip to LA and a celebration “Judy in Hollywood” starts tomorrow. At this celebration in addition to paying homage and getting behind the scenes tours and communing with like-minded fans and scholars, I will participate in a public presentation of a new play in development about the life of someone who knew Garland well, and had her own Hollywood “make over” story that needs to be told: Dot Ponedel. And with all that jet setting and communing, husband and I are shifting the geographic centers of our lives a bit north and east of Philly, as I have been blogging for several months. We have submitted application materials for rental in a new fancy pants building not far from Lincoln Center, so walking distance for husband (even rental arrangements are more involved in New York … it’s amazing). So we may have an address on which to build our future soon. Soon.
And in all this action, I hear Mom’s voice (and I think Dot’s voice, as I now understand her practical Midwestern manner, that Midwestern background Mom and I and Dot and Judy share) telling me to stop, laugh, and not take all of this too seriously. I do anticipate unmitigated agog postings from Los Angeles over the next few days. So with a deep breath and gentle laugh, I’ll now share here an image from a walk down 42nd Street yesterday. A display in a toy store window. Don’t even know what was being advertised other than the wonder and delight of soap bubbles. And that how I’m feeling these days: full of wonder and delight.
© Martha Wade Steketee (April 21, 2010)