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In reply to an earlier post on Jun 15, 2012 4:12:43 AM PDT
Morning Bitter :)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 15, 2012 4:16:08 AM PDT
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Fancy....I was up when the birds started singing this morning...You must be the same...I'm just on my way out...Take Raven to the beach for a swim before work...hugs*

Have a great day Fancy!

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 15, 2012 4:59:09 AM PDT
I'm actually up before the birds...it was 4 this morning. I dont know why I'm up. :)

Posted on Jun 15, 2012 5:05:59 AM PDT
You have a good one too Bitter. :)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 15, 2012 11:17:35 AM PDT
Ms. S.--
I'm up for every midnight, every sunrise.

PS-- Hello dere!

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 15, 2012 3:37:25 PM PDT
HELLO MS. A
GOODNIGHT MS. A

*smooches*

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 15, 2012 3:38:31 PM PDT
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You too Fancy!!!

@ all...I just can't wait to get outta here tonight*>>>>...It's been a really poopy week...

Big Hugs*

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 15, 2012 6:35:44 PM PDT
...and you know it will be a great weekend...it has to be!!!!! :D

Posted on Jun 15, 2012 8:04:15 PM PDT
I've been researching a piece on local theaters for a free weekly I contribute to. Found some interesting tid bits. In 1933 theaters couldn't show movies here on Sundays. Our theaters were losing business because theaters around us were showing movies on Sunday. The theater owners got some good support, but of course there was opposition for the religious and the PTA. The proposal for Sunday showings lost by 206 votes. The owners went on strike. At the end of the showings they had every theater went dark. Lasted for about a month and a half. Compromise was reached. A censorship board was created, not to ban movies, but to rate them o.k. for kids and kids only with parents in attendance. So a kid couldn't go to some movies by her/himself.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 15, 2012 8:42:23 PM PDT
The early '30s were a time of upheaval in the entertainment industry. Vaudeville was in its death throes. Houses that had started screening films as an added attraction soon made motion pictures the main feature with a reduced vaudeville bill as between showings filler. Then live shows were eliminated altogether.

This steady transition began with the advent of "talkies." Beginning in 1929, many vaudeville acts made short films for studios like Warner Bros. Thus, their acts toured the country on celluloid while the performers were left without work.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 16, 2012 1:13:41 AM PDT
Just Duckie says:
C_
RE: My mind is such a lumber room anymore

I've never heeard that cliche before. Interesting.... but still trying to get a fix on it.
Cluttered? < makes sense. Wooden? < can't really picture it.

Anyway, it caught my eye and sensibility.

-jd

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 16, 2012 6:00:19 AM PDT
C McGhee says:
Just Duckie- lumber room

It refers to the way that boards tend to come unstacked & mixed by size & type. You know what you want is in there but you just can't locate that one piece of wood you need currently. It's why lumber yards store their product in smaller compartments rather than warehousing them.

Posted on Jun 17, 2012 12:50:22 AM PDT
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...still tuned to the Documentary network...

REVIEW TITLE:
:History as it unfolded"

This afternoon I watched my home-recorded 6 hour VHS of A&E's 25th anniversay special, JFK ASSASSINATION: AS IT HAPPENED and was curious if there were any official releases of this NBC-TV broadcast. Whether this one's a bootleg, I can't speculate.

Some time around 2 pm EST, the network broke into regular programming with a bulletin that shots had been fired in Dallas. Eleven minutes later, someone started rolling tape. As we see, Bill Ryan, at screen right, acted as unofficial anchor of the afternoon's impromptu coverage. He, Chet Huntley and Frank McGee were possibly set up in a wood panelled conference room. The first hour of coverage was utter chaos. Remotes from Dallas failed, as did the audio system tapped into a phone line. McGee had to repeat the words of an unheard Bob McNeill, who was on-the-spot at Parkland Memorial, while technicians worked on getting an audio patch.

Huntley handed him a primitive listening device at one point. Frank fumbled with it, got it on the earpiece of the phone, but then leaned in too close to a desk mike, which caused a squealing feedback that drowned out McNeill. He went back to repeating the reporter's phrases. Later when phone audio was working, Frank continued to parrot McNeill, changing an occasional word. At this time, Huntley, who sat between McGee and Ryan, departed, and coverage became two-man.

Bill Ryan remained as optimistic as possible in the face of ever more dire reports. Calls for a priest didn't mean death is imminent, he said, and one for a neurosurgeon could simply indicate a spinal cord injury. This positive pretense was dropped with a first unconfirmed report from two priests that JFK was dead. Official word soon followed.

Throughout this initial hour, inaccuracy reigned supreme. One woman said that Kennedy was looking at a dog in the car when he was first struck. Reports that the wounded president arrived at Parkland both conscious and unconscious were aired. The guman was on the second floor, or the fourth floor. A rifle found in a sniper's nest at the Texas School Book Depository was English, then German. And so on.

For conspiracy theorists, some comments are vital to their case. JFK was struck in the back and the right temple, McGee reported. In a later phone conversation with McNeill he tried making sense of this. Perhaps the gunman's first shot was from the front, was Frank's postulation. The grisly Zapruder film (not available that day) bears out the report of a temple hit: before JFK is thrown back to the left, his brain balloons out the rear of his head and flops around the side

Most accurate of all, and most disconcerting in hindsight, is the almost immediate setting up of Lee Oswald as a lone killer. By hour two, much was known about this 24-year-old "radical" who at that time had only been charged with the murder of a Dallas cop. He worked at the warehouse in question, had tried defecting to Russia, lived there a while, was married to a Russian girl. Clearly this was prelude to the assassination charges against Oswald that came before day's end.

Except for the insanity of hour one, NBC's coverage of this tragedy was thorough and far-reaching. Comments from David Brinkley, Irving R. Levine and other correspondents, a remote from the U.N., witness tapes and films-- all were aired unedited. It was history as it unfolded, in its purest sense.

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I was in grammar school in Nov. '63 and was spared the first hours of NBC's coverage by a protective mother. But when my dad got home later that afternoon, he tuned in to see the bronze casket's arrival in D.C. I watched from the background, saw Jackie's blood-stained suit. This scene is also part of my SLP tape, but is certainly not on volume one of this two DVD set.

Posted on Jun 17, 2012 6:51:12 AM PDT
*¨*`*☆∴**¨*`*☆∴*Good Morning Classics*∴☆*`**¨*`*☆*`* *¨*`*

Happy Sunday Ms. A. et al

And to all of the Fathers on Classics....

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Hugs*

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(¸.*´ ¸.·´*'~* ♥♡♥ ~☆*Bittersweet*☆~

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 11:01:09 AM PDT
D. Bitgood says:
Thanks, Bitter. Got a call from my daughter today wishing me a Happy Fathers Day.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 11:23:07 AM PDT
Ms. S,--
Happy Sunday to YOU, and a very special day to all our dads! :?)

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 7:13:25 PM PDT
CBS was much more organized.

I was working in the kitchen of a student women's boarding house in Boulder, CO. when the news came over the radio.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 8:55:25 PM PDT
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I was in 4th grade.
The school principal came into our classroom, whispered something to the teacher, and they both went out to the hall. I could see out the back door (remember safety glass with wire mesh in it?) that every teacher on the 2nd floor had gathered in a circle. They all looked upset. One was throwing her hands in the air. I could see (not hear) her say (Oh my God!"). I turned to the girl on my left (her name was Debbie) and said: "The way they're acting, you'd think the president had been shot." Our teacher returned soon after, said that Kennedy was dead and dismissed the class. Debbie sat there crying. Years later I ran into her and the first thing she said was: "You always scared me."

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This WIKIPEDIA article on the assassination:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assassination_of_John_F._Kennedy#Shooting_in_Dealey_Plaza

...includes almost 150 additional links. I was just reading Kenny O'Donnell's Warren Commission testimony (one of the links). Other Warren testimony: Jackie, John Connolly, three men on the 5th floor of the Texas School Book Depository, etc.

(excerpt)
Mrs. Kennedy.
No; I was looking this way, to the left, and I heard these terrible noises. You know. And my husband never made any sound. So I turned to the right. And all I remember is seeing my husband, he had this sort of quizzical look on his face, and his hand was up, it must have been his left hand. I could see a piece of his skull sort of wedge-shaped, like that, and I remember that it was flesh colored with little ridges at the top. I remember thinking he just looked as if he had a slight headache. And I just remember seeing that. No blood or anything.

And then he sort of did this [indicating], put his hand to his forehead and fell in my lap.
And then I just remember falling on him and saying, "Oh, no, no, no," I mean, "Oh, my God, they have shot my husband." And "I love you, Jack," I remember I was shouting. And just being down in the car with his head in my lap. And it just seemed an eternity.

You know, then, there were pictures later on of me climbing out the back. But I don't remember that at all.

Me: The above skull description and the following were deleted by the Warren Commission, and obtained years later through the Freedom of Information Act.

Jackie also said:
I was trying to hold his hair on. From the front there was nothing --- I suppose there must have been. But from the back you could see, you know, you were trying to hold his hair on, and his skull on.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 10:01:15 PM PDT
Gorgar says:
Watching the incredible Frank Darabont film The Green Mile. What a marvelous film! Still blows me away after seeing it over a dozen times.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 10:16:28 PM PDT
"You always scared me"--
Oh Annie, how you make me laugh at times.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 10:34:26 PM PDT
Gorgar--
I love THE GREEN MILE. A great Stephen King story.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 10:36:09 PM PDT
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Nancy--
Perhaps in hindsight Debbie's honest comment seems funny, but at the time she said it my heart sank. The last thing I ever wanted was to scare people or put them off, but that seems to be the story of my life.

Posted on Jun 17, 2012 10:47:09 PM PDT
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...still watching the Documentary channel...

May Craig: "What have you done for women recently?" -- JFK: "Obviously, not enough."

THANK YOU MR. PRESIDENT was released in 1983. This GOODTIMES videotape is typical of that company's product: recorded at LP speed, with a slightly degraded picture and linear mono soundtrack.

E.G. Marshall hosted an hour (minus commercials) program from the very room where John Kennedy held 61 press conferences during his presidency, an average of one every couple of weeks. The only lengthy break in press briefings was a two month period after the Cuban Missile Crisis.

At the time of this taping, little in the room had changed in 20-plus years. Even plush theater seats provided the media seemed to have their original upholstery.

As demonstrated in these b&w video excerpts, John Kennedy, the pioneer of such regular briefings, was supremely presidential. At times very serious, at others charming or playful, watching JFK's interactions with an always polite group of newspeople is just a pleasure, and it's an aching reminder of what was taken away from us on 11/22/63.

Kennedy often relied on one lady reporter for comic relief. Looking peculiar in a '20s-style bucket hat, Portland, ME.'s May Craig posed questions about obscure things, like an eight-lane thruway that would disrupt one of her pet projects, and JFK was always ready with a smile and a quip that broke up the room.

A favorite moment is when he's asked about public comments that Pierre Salinger is too inexperienced as press secretary. Salinger slumps in his seat at these words and glowers. JFK lightly fends off this attack by saying it was also reported that Pierre's main function is to raise the president's Gallup Poll rating. "Having done that..." he mischievously adds, as Salinger breaks into a smile and the room fills with chuckles, "...Mr. Salinger will now concentrate on better communications."

THANK YOU MR. PRESIDENT is highly recommended, even in this lesser quality form, for all who fondly recall John Kennedy, also for anyone interested in 20th Century American political history.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 10:49:49 PM PDT
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Annie--
I didnt think that you would take it as a negative thing in you. I moved so often and rarely made fast friends, I was a scared rabbit most of my life and still am at times. I wonder at times that I did have the close friends that I did have when looking back at my quirks....still to this day, I enivatibly wait till I'm found out. I'm one with a weird sense of humour and find things funny that others dont. Its the walking on eggshells thing, it has to be that. Maybe for a time the pills snapped out my inner demons and person really lurking in there, the anger, the resentment and the final not giving a good ***k!!! But now.....well, somethings I just find really halarious and dont stop to think that maybe, someone else felt different about it at the time. Its like when someone takes a tumble, yes, theres that fear that they might have hurt themselves....then theres that awful part of me that wants to start cracking up and what makes it worse is holding it in.

In reply to an earlier post on Jun 17, 2012 10:56:33 PM PDT
Nancy--
In fourth grade I was given a battery of tests including an IQ and ability estimate. The result came back 2nd year college reading, comprehension and language skills. The damn teacher announced this result to the class, and I was forever after an outsider. The brainiac freak. Then when I started having ESP attacks, like that JFK thing, it was the end of me socially.

Didn't mean to make that girl cry. All I did was express an opinion about the moment that turned out to be accurate.

Nobody (but a sociopath perhaps) wants to be thought of as scary.
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