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Wednesday, May 8, 2024

Movie Kisses Series 5/8/2024 Quigley Down Under #prairierosepubs #moviekisses


Here we are at the fifth installment of my year-long look at The Kiss in historically-set movies.

 Recap of movie kisses so far:

January KissThe Phantom of the Opera 

February KissThe Princess Bride

March KissThe African Queen

April KissShakespeare in Love

The May movie kiss comes to you from the 1990 movie, Quigley Down Under. The casting is perfect:

Tom Selleck plays the American cowboy who travels to Australia in answer to an ad for a sharpshooter;

Laura San Giacomo plays “Crazy” Cora Cobb, a woman cruelly abandoned when her husband put her on a ship to Australia as punishment for the death of their baby;

and

Alan Rickman as Elliot Marston, the man who advertised for a sharpshooter and who is a nasty bit of goods.

We hope from the moment Quigley comes to Cora’s defense in the first minutes of the movie that they will end up together. We watch their feelings for each other develop during the trials and hardships they share as they survive the hardships of the Australian outback.

We experience a couple of ‘near kiss’ moments. When Quigley rides away from Cora near the end of the movie then stops and looks back at her, our hearts leap into our throats and our eyes mist over. We know he loves her, because he stops to look back. She knows it, too.

The business with Marston is unfinished, and both Quigley and Cora know he has to face down Marston, which is why Quigley leaves Cora behind. Right now, we’re a little nervous that they (and us) will be cheated out of their kiss.

But not to worry. They are reunited at the ship that will take them back to America. The kiss we’ve waited for doesn’t disappoint. It’s a happy, feel good moment, and we can’t stop smiling.


 See you next month for more kisses from the big screen.

www.kayespencer.com

Monday, May 6, 2024

The Texas Embassy

The Texas Embassy

C.A Asbrey 



A small plaque in an alley in London declares that the Republic of Texas had a small embassy over a wine shop in London from 1842 to 1845. It's at the entrance a small alley in Pickering Place off St. James’s Street and reminds us, that for a very short time, The Republic of Texas (declared in 1836) quickly tried to establish international relations. A number of Texas Legations were established in Washington, D.C., London, and Paris in 1836. The Paris Embassy is in The Place Vendôme in the 1st arrondissement, and is known as Hôtel Bataille de Francès. 

These diplomatic missions were designed to promote the new republic, but the one in London is notable due to a few quirks in the tale. 



Even at the time of opening, the Texas Embassy in London was above a wine merchant's premises in London. It's still there today, having opened over three hundred years ago on land where Henry VIII used to enjoy hunting parties with Anne Boleyn. Patrons to Berry Bros and Rudd included Lord Byron, and it was on their scales that he unveiled his famous weight loss after dieting, having gone from thirteen stone twelve pounds in boots, hat, and all his clothes (194lbs) to ten stone (140lbs). The business was founded in 1698 as high-end grocers, but they didn't become wine merchants until the late eighteenth century, with the present premises being built in 1730. Apart from Bryon, famous clients included Beau Brummell, William Pitt the Younger, and the Aga Khan, so you can see that Texas was in a good area. In fact, it is very close to St. James's Palace. 

Under the shop, there are two acres of wine cellars and caves, and the buildings were home to a high end Georgian brothel and gambling den, and the courtyard at the back was previously used for cock-fighting. 

Houston sent Secretary of State Dr. Ashbel Smith to serve as the Texas Legation representative, and Britain welcomed the Texas Legation. Goods were traded and there was even an offer from the UK to help protect the Texan borders from the USA. The then Prime Minister, George Hamilton-Gordon, 4th Earl of Aberdeen, had talks aimed at funding the abolition of slavery in Texas, but Smith informed him that it was "impossible for Texas to accept any sort of a British subsidy for the abolition of slavery without a greater sacrifice of national dignity than she was willing to make.”

That decision has led historians to speculate that it hastened the end of Texan independence, reducing support from European nations, and making it harder to resist annexation. Britain wanted a tactical counterweight to the USA, but there is also little doubt that the Conservative government was reluctant to spend money in areas where they had few political vested interests, and a reluctance to engage with America or Mexico in border disputes. Britain was certainly not squeamish enough about slavery to refuse Texan cotton.

The Texan Embassy closed in 1845, but not before a now-legendary party in which much wine and liquor was consumed. The Texans went home, but left behind a debt of £160 in unpaid rent, a massive £16,198.75 today ($20,330.73). That bill remained unpaid for over a century until Texas’s sesquicentennial year. 26 Texans dressed in Texas buckskin settled the bill with Berry Brothers & Rudd in Republic of Texas bank notes. Berry Brothers & Rudd honoured the relationship by launching a new brand of whiskey named “Tex Leg Bourbon Whiskey.” The visit was arranged by the Anglo-Texan Society, of whom the author Graham Greene was a founding member. The society was founded after Greene and actor-producer John Sutro when they heard some visiting Texans complain about British reserve. It was that society who installed the plaque marking the premises in 1963. It disbanded in 1979.


 



   


Sunday, May 5, 2024

Sarah Jane Durkee Anderson

Post (C) Doris McCraw

aka Angela Raines

Photo (C) Doris McCraw
Chapel @ Evergreen Cemetery, Colorado Springs, CO.

Sarah Jane Durkee Anderson was born to St. Louis, Missouri banker Dwight Durkee, and Sarah Jane Davis Durkee in March of 1856. This made her, according to the 1972 book, " Five Hundred First Families of America", by Alexander Du Bin, a person of some importance, in terms of her heritage. 

So far, there is not much to be found about Sarah's early life. She was one of probably four children. She married Dr. Boswell P. Andersonm born around 1845, on January 2, 1879, at the Church of Holy Communion (?), in St. Louis. Her parents were in attendance, and according to the records, helped serve as witnesses. The couple settled in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Dr. Anderson was an early doctor in the region and was instrumental in much of the growth of the medical mecca of the area, including a term as the President of the Colorado Medical Society. He served in the CSA as one of Mosby's raiders in the Civil War and carried a bullet for the rest of his life from that conflict.

As the wife of such a prominent person, Sarah took part in charity events, traveled, and raising three of the couple's surviving six children. She was part of a circle of prominent people in the region.

The below article from the March 30, 1912 issue of the Rocky Mountain News illustrates this point.



Her husband passed on August 29, 1919. Sarah lived another twenty-one years, passing on July 10, 1940, at age eighty-six.

Given her background, she was probably comfortable in the circle of people she associated with. However, one does wonder how she fared with such a prominent husband who, according to stories, drank and partied fairly heavily. We can only infer, for no records of writings exist or have been found so far. As a historian, I can only hope.

One thing is certain, Sarah and her husband worked together along with others in the community leaving the conflict that was the Civil War out of their part in the growing community. The history wasn't hidden, it simply was not the most important part of their community involvement.

For links to past writing on Civil War Veterans and Civil War Wives: 

Esther Walker, Part 2 - Western Fictioneers

Esther Walker - Prairie Rose Publications

Alpheus R. Eastman - Western Fictioneers Blog

Helen Rood Dillon - Prairie Rose Publications Blog

Virginia Strickler - Prairie Rose Publications Blog

Henry C. Davis - Western Fictioneers Blog

Chester H. Dillon - Western Fictioneers Blog

For anyone interested, I have a monthly substack newsletter: Thoughts and Tips on History


Until Next Time: Stay safe, Stay happy, and Stay healthy. 

Doris

  



Monday, April 22, 2024

Much the Miller's Son. A Merry Man?

 Much The Miller’s Son. A Merry Man?

 

 

Picture from Medieval Occupations https://medievalbritain.com/type/medieval-life/occupations/medieval-miller/

 

Much, or Moche, or Midge, or even Nick, in various ballads of Robin Hood, is described as the Miller’s son and one of Robin’s company of Merry Men. ‘Midge’ suggests he was small and possibly harmless, but in one early  ballard (Robin Hood and the Monk) he is shown as being a killer, murdering a page boy and then taking the boy’s place in disguise.

 

This ambivalent attitude to Much also reflects medieval attitudes to millers. Because millers were responsible for turning people’s wheat, barley and other grains, even dried peas, into flour, they were often suspected of stealing part of the flour and giving light weight. Mills were often controlled by local land owners, and peasants resented having to use a mill where the gentry demanded a cut. Peasants were even forbidden from grinding their own wheat – although the discovery of quern stones at medieval sites shows that this law was frequently ignored. Chaucer, in his Canterbury Tales, portrays a miller as a bully and a show-off, Simpkin the Swagger. In medieval France, too, millers were seen as cheats, as the widespread saying calling millers, tailors, weavers and tax collectors thieves shows.

 


I have a water mill in my novel, “A Summer Bewitchment,” and show the hero Magnus and heroines Elfrida entering the mill in their quest to recover seven missing girls.

Excerpt

Dispirited, she slid off the bony bay and opened the mill door to a blistering fog of flour, a tumult of grinding mill-stones. She flung up an arm, clapping her hands over her ears as the ground shuddered under her feet. Magnus scowled, shouting something before hooking her up and carrying her through the mill into a narrow side chamber.

In this room she could hear again and the dusty flour was a little less thick, but it still formed a billowing cloud within the room. Dropped onto the dirt floor by her husband with no more ceremony than he might have released a bag of wheat, she coughed like a cat with a fur ball. Magnus smeared chaff from his eyes, cursing beneath his breath.

“How the miller stands this I do not know,” he said at length.       

“The money is good.” Mark detached himself from leaning against a beam and approached. “A fresh horse is tethered for you, sir, my lady.”

I am no lady. Elfrida bit down hard on that. She glanced at Magnus. “A message through Father Luke?”

“It seemed the easiest way. Have you brought the clothes?” he asked Mark.

Mark handed him a parcel. “Sir, I have two horses—”

“Go back, welcome Peter to the manor and tell him how things are when you get the chance. Keep a watch on Father Jerome and Tancred, especially Father Jerome. I do not want that priest getting word to the Lady Astrid.”

“Do you think he would try to or even want to?” Elfrida asked, thinking at once of Father Jerome’s pale, sunken look when he realized his lady had gone off without him.

Magnus shrugged. “Why should I care? Mark, I will take both your horses. We shall go faster with two, riding and guiding.”

Mark tugged on his red nose. “I ride Star?” He sounded horrified.

“He is smooth enough and steady.”

“And slow. What do I tell our reluctant guests?”

“Tell Tancred and that priest as little as possible. Let them think we have gone to my wife’s village.”

 

Short Blurb for “A Summer Bewitchment.”

Can a knight and his witch save seven kidnapped maidens? Sir Magnus and Elfrida strive to find the girls, but at what cost to their marriage?

A SUMMER BEWITCHMENT ( THE KNIGHT AND THE WITCH 2)
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZTMNWZ9/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=lindsay+townsend&qid=1572605630&rs=154606011&s=digital-text&sr=1-1
Amazon Co Uk
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZTMNWZ9/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=a+summer+bewitchment&qid=1572606494&s=digital-text&sr=1-1

Lindsay Townsend 

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Movie Kisses Series 4/10/2024 Shakespeare in Love #prairierosepubs #moviekisses


Here we are at the fourth installment of my year-long look at The Kiss in historically-set movies.


Recap of Kisses so far:


Since William Shakespeare was baptized on April 26 (likely born on April 23), 1556, and he died on April 23, 1616, it is only proper that this month’s movie kiss is from Shakespeare in Love.


Shakespeare in Love is a period romantic comedy-drama (1998). The story is a fictional love affair between William Shakespeare and Viola de Lesseps. During this intense, short-lived affair, Shakespeare is inspired to write Romeo and Juliet, which closely mirrors their star-crossed and doomed-from-the-beginning relationship. This movie is a play-within-a-play.

From the beginning, we know Will and Viola will not have their own happy ever after. We know from a few minutes into the movie that Viola’s father has arranged her marriage with Lord Wessex. This event sets off a whirlwind three-week-long love affair between Will and Viola.

Near the end of the movie, Queen Elizabeth sums up what we, the viewer, knew would happen for Will and Viola during every moment of the movie, but we pushed it to the back of our minds, because it’s so darn sad.

As stories must when love’s denied: with tears and a journey.

As such, there are two kisses that matter in this movie (and Will and Viola do a lot of kissing in this movie).

The first kiss comes at the end of the Romeo and Juliet performance when Will and Viola are lost in the moment and they kiss as themselves, but also as Romeo and Juliet. This is their goodbye kiss, but it’s not the kiss that breaks our hearts. That kiss happens in the second clip. Fast forward to 3:38 in this clip to see this kiss.


The second kiss is the heart-wrencher and the tear-bringer. It’s their Last Kiss. It’s the kiss that makes our lips quiver and our eyes misty. This is the ‘Write me well’ kiss that immortalizes Viola for Will as we hear his voice-over and see him writing the play Twelfth Night.


 See you next month for another kiss from the big screen.

Kaye Spencer
www.kayespencer.com



Sunday, April 7, 2024

Esther Walker - Civil War Wife? - Civil War Nurse

Post by Doris McCraw

aka Angela Raines

Evergreen Chapel, Evergreen Cemetery,
Colorado Springs, CO.
Photo(C) Doris McCraw

This post is unique to the Civil War Veterans/Civil War Wives buried in Evergreen Cemetery in Colorado Springs. Her story also has many blank places that may never be filled, but I hold out hope.

Like the story of many women from this time period, their lives were not documented. Many of their efforts and events weren't written about. Of course, there are exceptions, unfortunately, Esther's story is not the exception.

She came to my attention as the only female amongst the headstones in the GAR section of the cemetery, however, her stone is removed from the cluster of Civil War Veterans. This set up an intriguing puzzle and one that started this journey of her life. As with most of the stories I research it begins with the death and moves around from there.

Esther's birth is sometime between 1837 and 1844 in Ireland according to census records. She immigrated to the United States around 1853 but her name at that time is still hiding.

Next, according to the GAR/s records, Esther was a nurse with the New York 18th Army Corps enlisted on April 23, 1861, and was discharged on December 3, 1864. 

From here the trail gets murky and even more winding. 

In the 1880 census, we find Esther Dayton, the surname of her children, living on Saginaw St. in Flint, Michigan. Her occupation is listed as a dressmaker. She is also a widow. This record was found by backtracking her sons who were living here in Colorado at the time of her death.

Now, here comes the interesting pieces.

In the 1895 census, Esther is in Ireton, Iowa, and has the surname Walker. 1900 census she is living with James Walker in Iowa. According to the census they married in 1871. James was about twenty years older than Esther. 

As you can see, she was in Michigan with her children in 1880 and the name Dayton. Yet, all records indicate Dayton and Walker are both the same person.

I'll continue the story on the Western Fictioneers blog as she is a veteran also.

Other posts in this series: 

Alpheus R. Eastman - Western Fictioneers Blog

Helen Rood Dillon - Prairie Rose Publications Blog

Virginia Strickler - Prairie Rose Publications Blog

Henry C. Davis - Western Fictioneers Blog

Chester H. Dillon - Western Fictioneers Blog

For anyone interested, I have a monthly substack newsletter: Thoughts and Tips on History


Until Next Time: Stay safe, Stay happy, and Stay healthy. 

Doris





Tuesday, April 2, 2024

The Day Job

 The Day Job

By C. A. Asbrey

We authors all have to work for a living, but the lucky ones get to give up the day job and spend time as a full time writer. But what do we do until we get there? More than that, what did your favourite author do before they managed to concentrate on writing full time? Some, like Jane Austin, were never in a position to work even if they wanted to, and others like Charlotte Brontë were restricted by society into roles like governesses, or in the cases of Susan Ferrier and Mary Shelley, wrote anonymously so they could maintain their place in society, but I'm more interested in those who seem to have woven a world that captured us while working for a daily crust.

George Bernard Shaw
George Bernard Shaw gave up work relatively early, in his twenties, being cushioned by being born into a comfortable family in Ireland. Part of the Protestant Ascendency, he was of English descent with a mother from a wealthy family. He began working for a firm of Dublin Land Agents at the age of twenty-three, but moved to London where he eventually took up a position at the Edison Telephone Company with great reluctance. He worked in the basement, demonstrating telephone systems to the public. He said on The Irrational Knot, that his audience was uncertain "as to whether they ought to tip me or not: a question they either decided in the negative or never decided at all; for I never got anything."  

He left when the Edison Telephone Company merged with the Bell Telephone company, and took up writing full time.

The Hardy Tree
Thomas Hardy's family weren't so wealthy. His stone mason father educated him until the age of sixteen, before being apprenticed to a local architect. He moved to London in 1862 and won several prizes from the Royal Institute of British Architects. He worked in London at a time when the railway system was expanding rapidly, but that also meant that land had to be cleared. In a city as old as London that meant either knocking down existing buildings or going through land used for other purposes. When St. Pancras station was under construction the local churchyard had to be cleared, and in the well-established tradition of dumping the most unpleasant jobs on the most junior employees, Hardy was assigned the job of exhuming the human remains and reburying them at another site.

Once this was done, Hardy found himself with hundreds of old headstones. Feeling that it was just wrong to dispose of them, he arranged them in a circular pattern in another part of the graveyard. Over the years an ash tree self-seeded in the centre. It absorbed many stones as it grew, melding into a tourist attraction in its own right. Sadly, the tree died after catching a fungal infection, perenniporia fraxinea, but the grave stones are still there.

The famous writer of Westerns, Louis L'Amour, had a colourful life before taking up his pen. His veterinarian father had financial difficulties in the 1920s, leading Louis and his brother to take to the road. They mined, baled hay, skinned cattle, worked sawmills and lumber camps, became a professional boxer, merchant seaman, and mine assessor. His work not only took him all over the USA, providing a mine of characters and research for his novels, but he visited England, Japan, China, Borneo, the Dutch East Indies, Arabia, Egypt, and Panama. All this was a wonderful preparation for a writer. It echoes the peripatetic life of Jack Kerouac who washed dishes, picked cotton,  worked as a night guard (as mentioned in On The Road), pumped gas, a fire watcher, a sailor, a construction worker, and a railroad brakeman.

It's well known that Arthur Conan Doyle was a surgeon, that Herman Melville was a sailor, and that Agatha Christie worked in a hospital pharmacy during WW1. Charles Dickens started work in a factory as a child, was an actor, Journalist and law clerk, and we can see influences of all these careers in his books. Margaret Atwood was a barista who famously struggled with the till. James Joyce abandoned his medical degree and became a cinema operator. Harper Lee was an airline check-in agent who wrote in her spare time. She was famously given a year off to write, paid for by the composer Michael Brown. 

P. D. James 

Crime writer P. D. James' family did not believe in further education for girls, so she was at a disadvantage when her army doctor husband was hospitalised after WW2, and was institutionalised. She studied hospital administration and worked during the day, writing in the evenings. She moved on to the civil service and worked there, including the criminal section of the Home Office, until her retirement in 1979, when she wrote full-time. A life that's a model for many modern writers, I'm sure.

Looking at the lives of many famous writers, an obvious pattern appears. In the past, a certain degree of privilege and wealth was the main way people were free to explore their creativity, but people have been combining writing with the day job for a long time. 

One thing's for sure. There's no one way to get the life experience to be a writer, but the best use it all in creating their worlds. 

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Sir Guy of Gisbourne. A Medieval Assassin.

 

Sir Guy of Gisbourne. A Medieval Assassin.

 

In early legends of Robin Hood, Guy of Gisbourne is an assassin who tries to kill Robin, only for Robin to kill him. In these accounts, Guy is depicted wearing a robe made of horse hide, “topp and tayll and mayne.”  So very distinctive! As horse leather is also tough and hard-wearing, an assassin out in all weathers would find it useful.

 


In later stories, Guy is shown as keen to woo and win Maid Marian, but it is the assassin aspect of his character that intrigues me. In the west, the most famous assassins were those of the order of assassins, the Hashishiyun. Founded in the late eleventh century by the Persian Hasan as-Sabah, the order of the assassins soon became notorious for their obedience to their master and their deterination to kill their opponents, whatever the personal cost. It was believed that to aid their goals, the assassins would use drugs such as hashish (cannabis) to make them utterly fearless and ruthless.

 

Site of Alamut Castle in Iran




The Assassins were Shia Muslims and many of their killings took place within the Islamic kingdom to remove political and religious enemies. From his stronghold in Alamut Castle in Persia (Iran) the Grand Master of the Order, who became known as The Old Man of the Mountain, sent out his deadly emissaries. They killed by dagger, poison or arrows and murdered many men, including three caliphs and the King of Jerusalem, Conrad of Montferrat. Saladin, the Kurdish Sunni who fought against the crusaders, was twice targeted by the Assassins, who failed each time. After the second attempt, the Old Man of the Mountain and Saladin appear to have come to terms.

 

Nevertheless, the Assassins were feared. As an unknown poet of the middle ages said, “By a single warrior on foot, a king may be struck with terror, though he may own more than 100,000 horsemen.”

 

I have an assassination attempt in my romance, “The Snow Bride,” and have included an excerpt.

 







Excerpt.          

 

He heard a faint click and creak behind him and knew at once it was a bow and arrow being readied and aimed. There was no game in the wastes and thickets of hazel ahead, so he must be the target.

Before he completed his conscious thought, he had reacted, dragging his left foot out of its stirrup and head-butting down into the snow, not considering the speed of his cantering horse or where he might land. Snow-crusted brambles snagged and broke his fall, and as he urged his flailing limbs to roll away, he felt the vane of the arrow score the top of his shoulder, where the middle of his back would have been.

“Magnus’s! Areee yeee weeeeelllll?”  

Gregory Denzil’s question crawled from his mouth as the world about Magnus slowed into thick honey. As his jaw crunched against a branch and threatened to loosen more teeth, he felt a trickle of blood run into his eye.

He compelled his sluggish body to sit up, a devil caught in a thicket. He knew he would make that picture, and he grinned, raising an arm to his men and yelling, “Hola! What a ride!”

Denzil and his mob nudged their horses closer. Mark had already leapt from his own with his hunting spear aimed at Denzil's throat. Magnus stood up, cursing with all the oaths of Outremer he could remember, and looked around him. His own men were honestly puzzled, while Denzil's wore expressions of studied innocence.

“Not a good time for archery practice,” he said. All good fun, all men together.

Denzil smiled thinly. “A fool, too eager for sport.”

“Indeed.” As an assassination attempt, Magnus rated it as poor to moderate, but Gregory Denzil had always been lazy. And in the clustered mass of hunters, he saw no skinny stranger with distinctive rings.

“Time to go on?” he asked, knowing if he suggested it, Denzil would say the opposite, which he did.

“We go back.”

 

 

 

The Snow Bride: To buy on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07VSHHX4N

 

 


Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Movie Kisses Series 3/13/2024 African Queen #prairierosepubs #moviekisses

 


Here we are at the third installment of my year-long look at The Kiss in historically-set movies.

January Kiss –The Phantom of the Opera 
February Kiss – The Princess Bride 

This month, let’s look at three kisses from the Humphrey Bogart | Katharine Hepburn classic movie, The African Queen.

What I really like about the first kiss between the scruffy, grouchy, curmudgeon Charlie Allnut and the prim and proper, yet desperate to be free of her brother’s and society’s hold over her independence in order for her true self to blossom Rose Sayer is that their first kiss:

1) is awkward
2) is spontaneous
3) and blindsides both Charles and Rosie for how it opens up feelings they had no idea they had for each other. It’s adorable, and we love it.

First Kiss Set-up: They have just survived going by the German stronghold on the river. Watch from the beginning of the clip through 1:06.


This first awkward kiss sets emotions in motion for the real kiss that happens after they’d had time to share laughs and become comfortable with each other.

Second Kiss Set-up: This is The Kiss. They are sharing a few moments of admiring the beauty of where they are, and Charlie casually puts his hand on Rosie’s shoulder. Rosie can’t look at him as she puts her hand over his. She’s a conflicted mess of a puritanical upbringing that is telling her feelings for Charlie are inappropriate, but her woman’s heart is in love with him. The Kiss is at 1:28 and fades to black in the movie (and in the clip). If you’ve read the book, there is more intimacy in this scene. After the fade to black in the movie, we are left to surmise what that intimacy was, but we figure it out from the subtle hints.

 


I just love this kiss. They are an older couple who have gone through life not only alone, but lonely, and love has found them as equals in their desperate flight down a river during which they have to depend upon each other for survival.

Third Kiss Set-up: Rosie and Charlie are facing execution by hanging, and Charlie asks the ship’s captain to marry them,  “Because it would mean so much to the lady”, and then Rosie’s shy, but absolutely delighted and touched, gaze-lowered expression is too wonderful. The kiss is at 1:08 in this clip. If you've read the book, you know there is an amusing twist about this marriage that is left out of the movie due to what was deemed acceptable at the time in history this movie was made (1951).

 

I simply love this movie and the romance between Rosie and Charlie.


See you next month for more kisses from the big screen.

Kaye Spencer
www.kayespencer.com