Today, I visited Hollywood Forever Cemetery, spoke to Nelson and Isabel (the beautiful roses are Angela’s), saluted Fairbanks and DeMille, climbed an attractive tree, kissed Valentino’s crypt (True story, there were many lipstick prints already on it and I added mine. Germy? Maybe. Impossibly romantic happening for Hollywood’s first heartthrob? But definitely. Mine are the top left corner…) and was moved by the lovely monument there for Hattie McDaniel.
Today, I walked through the gates of [what used to be] Metro Goldwyn Mayer. I walked onto my first sound stage, at the greatest movie studio of them all. I took pictures where I wasn’t supposed to, I touched walls and doorways and noted wide doors to accommodate hoopskirts and wondered how many other hallowed hands had gone that way before. I saw the old dressing room apartments, and their relationship to the other buildings, and my mental picture of the old Metro workday became clearer. I walked up the steps to the Thalberg Building and wondered how many dreams had been shattered or made there…and how many girls had been horribly manipulated and abused within those walls, in pursuit of Hollywood Glory, or in the keeping of it. And when we found ourselves back outside of the studio, Arik and Tracy and I walked around to the old old gates—the entrance of the studio until 1941, so this was where all our people went in and out to work every day until then. That felt pretty awesome.
But, I really freaked out when I got to Grauman’s.
This, this right here, was amazing and absolutely a favorite moment for me so far:
All of us—Kitty, Angela, Maria, Tracy and I…..we just squealed like little girls and had a field day with Jeanette and Nelson. Nelson’s hands are QUITE large, girls, (*swoon*) and hers are tiny, but what you really don’t understand until you actually see it is how tiny her FEET are. They are probably the smallest ones in the whole forecourt. It’s fine to say oh yeah she had tiny feet (size 3.5), but my hand is longer than her footprints. She’s like a little doll.
We found ourselves hanging around their slabs constantly. We’d go check out the other stars and come right back to them, over and over. We do adore those two freaks. ❤
The evening concluded with dinner at Miceli’s, the oldest (still open) Italian restaurant in Hollywood. The founder is still alive and is about 91, and he confirmed that Jeanette and NELSON (NOT. GENE. There was no confusion. Not Gene.) used to come in there in the 50s and eat together. The atmosphere COULD. NOT. BE. MORE. PERFECT. for them, oh my God. It’s right near everything but it feels out of the way, it’s dark, it’s SERIOUSLY romantic and sexy, the food is amazing, the layout is perfect with lots of hidey-holes for out-of-work movie stars who still have a most terrific yen for each other.
I barely made it through the meal without expiring. The place just makes them come to life for you in an incredible way. 800% could not handle it. In a super strange way, Miceli’s hit me harder than MGM did (This is partially because MGM is so totally unloved by the people in residence there now. It’s most disheartening and that feeling distracts you from your OMG-ing to some degree.). Hard to explain, but it just felt so personal and incredible sitting there, picturing them there, etc. And the very gifted pianist there played some Indian Love Call for us, so that added just the right touch of “I think I may die” to an already overwhelmingly awesome experience. Can’t say enough about how cool that place is.
Still not over Jeanette’s wee tiny feet and hands, and how it felt to slide my hands into them (my hands didn’t fit in her prints) and then into Nelson’s (his hands swallowed mine)……..oh man. Today was freaking amazing.
7 thoughts on “What a Day……..”
Katie your blog made this absolutely come alive for me. I see why you say “to die for”. To sit in the same resteraunt they ate in and have the piano player play Indian Love Call would have done me in too. Thank you for including me in your incredible experience.
Smiling, laughing and a couple of tears reading your blog for today. What an amazing time you are having. Thank you sharing your day with us. xx
katie, thanks for this unbelievable update on your journey through the past. your description makes me feel as though i, too, am traveling with you. i am jealous. please keep posting and updating for us fans.
AG Katie, it has all been said! You are indeed our eyes, ears and hearts! How generous of you tomtake time to share with us – please continue. I cannot wait for the next installment!
Thank you so much for writing this, Katie. It brought tears to my eyes and I felt like I was right there. I could feel Jeanette and Nelson’s essence through everything you experienced. I think you’ve made them smile too.
Just watched on You tube the presentation! How wonderful – thank you! It is so great to see the dedication, passion and caring that you, Sharon and Maria plus all the others have for these two people, it gives me goosebumps! I am so greatful to be a part of it, albeit on the other side of the world, thanks to all your efforts! Bless you all, and keep going!
Ah, sweet misery of life…
I just bought the book Sweethearts, cannot stop thinking about it, needless to say read and re-read it. A big thank to Sharon Rich and all you wonderfull people who volunteer the time and resourses to keep the memory of those two Artists alive.
I too was born after their transition, and had limited knowledge of them? Well… Not any more! I am not a groupie type, (Good God, I hope not!), but this story just absorbed me. Seriously, need help!
Wonderful blog! Thank you Katie! I believe Nelson Eddy would’ve appreciated your humor 😉