Merle
Oberon was born 102 years ago on this very day, February 19th.
Our lives intersected once & I have always been interested by the idea that
her origins are nebulous & rather queer: Who was her mother, the woman who
she thought was her sister? Mixed race, Ceylonese, Indian, Irish, Tasmanian
born?
LA in 1974, I was 20 years old, fearless & not always
engaged in reality. I had decided to crash the That's Entertainment premier & post-show gala 50th
Anniversary of MGM Ball.
I borrowed a tux from my university's Theatre Department
costume shop, drove my 1959 T-Bird (black on black) to Hollywood & indeed, I
managed to crash the event, having
secured a room at the venue, The Beverly Wilshire Hotel & moving through
the kitchen & server areas explaining that I was a guest that had become a
bit lost.
I sat at Merle Oberon's table & enjoyed a bit of
conversation with the still beautiful, golden age star. She was gracious to me.
She accepted my offer of a dance. I stole her place card & invitation.
While in preparation for our annual garage sale, The
Husband came upon a cigar box of my nostalgic ephemera, bits & tiny pieces
from my past: Joel Grey's autograph, a postcard of Walter Kennedy as a dancer
with the Bella Lewitzky Company, a very significant, special Valentine, a hand
canceled letter from Rutledge, Georgia (circa 1986) from my father Edward
Rutledge, photos of past affairs, a love note (circa 1981) from the man that
would become my husband, & Merle Oberon's invitation to the That's Entertainment premier & MGM
Gala Ball.



You have certainly lived, Stephen!
ReplyDeleteAnd would you agree, What's My Line desperately needs to be revived?
ReplyDeleteSuch a shame there aren't such glittering galas these days that are worth sneaking through the kitchens to get into... Jx
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