Photo taken this morning around 9am.
Now, with World War 2 underway, a heavily pregnant Gene did her part for the war effort. Appearing at the famed Hollywood Canteen with other stars she shockingly contracted German measles from an over-zealous female Marine who left quarantine because she “just had to meet” her favorite star. In doing so, the fan doomed Gene’s first child to a living interminable hell.
On Oct. 15, 1943, Gene and Oleg’s baby, Daria, was born — severely mentally retarded, deaf and partially blind…
Realizing she needed more than simple treatment, Gene was taken to a mental health facility, the Harkness Pavilion in New York. There the screen beauty was strapped down and given multiple electro shock treatments. The powerful jolts of unrestrained electricity destroyed not only her memory but her fragile grip on reality.
Locked in, strapped down and screaming, Gene received an additional 19 shock therapy treatments at the prestigious Institute for Living in Connecticut.
Upon release, seemingly cured, in 1957, but unable to return to film acting because of her inability to remember lines, Gene was teetering again on the edge of the abyss.
On Christmas Day, clad only in a sheer night gown, paranoia raging with every swing of a bi-polar pendulum and hallucinating wildly, Hollywood’s most beautiful star clung by her fingernails to the wall of a skyscraper 14 stories up – far from the teeming throngs of normalcy of a bustling New York street on Christmas Day…
In her autobiography “Self Portrait” published in 1979, Gene brought the stigma of mental illness out of the shadows, helping others to meet the grim challenge. “Trying to make order out of my life was like trying to pick up a jellyfish,” she wrote.
Sadly, Gene Tierney died in 1991 from emphysema in Houston, Texas – a victim of the very thing that helped make her a star – smoking.
And yet, when one sees Gene live again on the screen, in the captured shadow shows of an idealized dream, Lord Byron’s words come to mind: “She walks in beauty, like the night…”
“My departure from Hollywood was described as a walk-out. No one understood that I was cracking up.” Gene Tierney
“There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go.” Tennessee Williams
“Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.” Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Conventional people are roused to fury by departure from convention, largely because they regard such departure as a criticism of themselves.” Bertrand Russell
“Sometimes you need to take a departure from what you do to something that’s slightly different in order to get inspiration.” Tori Amos
“The only certain freedom’s in departure.” Robert Frost
There is plenty to gain when we let go of all the clutter. “After all, what is the point in tidying? If it’s not so that our space and the things in it can bring us happiness, then I think there is no point at all,” she writes in the book. “Therefore, the best criterion for choosing what to keep and what to discard is whether keeping it will make you happy, whether it will bring you joy.”
I’ll start with: Which items in my home don’t bring me joy? Well, I don’t think my vacuum cleaner brings me joy, but it sure is necessary. Sponges and other cleaning supplies don’t bring me joy, but they’re also necessary. The cheap apartment blinds don’t bring me joy (and they’re a bitch to clean), but they do keep out the light.
I’m looking around my apartment for the items that bring me joy… There’s a peace sign that I bought at the tram gift shop when I first moved to New Mexico, made by a local artist — easy to clean and pretty to look at. Does it bring me “joy”? No, not really, but I do like it.
My fragrance oils make me happy — right now, I’m burning some Honeysuckle (in preparation for the real thing). But I haven’t been able to buy any new fragrances for awhile, and I’m out of Apple and Watermelon, two of my favorites.
Do the Sandia Mountains and the New Mexican sky bring me joy? Well, they are certainly awesome, and this awesomeness can be used for distraction therapy, but… joy? I don’t know about that.
Music would bring me some happiness, if the DVD player I’m currently using to listen to it wasn’t so… temperamental. (Translation: old.)
Certainly the food in my kitchen makes me happy, and maybe sometimes when I’m eating chocolate, I might feel something like joy. (That sound you hear is my stomach grumbling.) Having to prepare and clean up after eating this food is the irritating and boring part that takes away a little of the happiness from eating the food. 🙂
So, look around your space, and remind yourself of the reasons you have… all the things you have.
It’s so easy to take for granted your physical state and the ability to freely move…
Hiding the loss and disappointments associated with my condition only disconnects me from the people in my life and automatically presumes that I’m the only person that has experienced these feelings. The last thing we all need is to feel emotionally alone…
Due to the show’s success, the real house has become a popular tourist attraction, but Gilligan said recent visitors have been disrespectful to the woman who lives there, and he’s not happy about it. “There is nothing original or funny or cool about throwing a pizza on this lady’s roof,” Gilligan said. “It’s been done before, you’re not the first.”
When I was young, we used to pour dishwashing soap into public fountains. (Before there was a surveillance camera on every street corner.) But tossing a perfectly good pizza onto somebody’s roof — why, that’s just wasteful.
Hey, Mr. Gilligan, why don’t you buy this woman some surveillance equipment?
The Athletes Then Did Something Amazing.
These results tell us something fascinating about about how the brain works: Our memories seem to be stored in a piecemeal fashion. While one area of the brain holds the factual information of the memories, the emotions associated with the memory are held in a different area…
This month we heard from “Barry” (not his real name), a retiree who thought he’d found a nice part-time gig to supplement his retirement income and ended up getting entangled with a ring of Ukrainian identity thieves…