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Shelley Winters
Shelley lived in this rather modest
duplex in the flats of Beverly Hills. When I visited, the wheelchair
ramp was lying on its side, waiting to be removed. No doubt Gerry (her
boyfriend) would wheel her in this front door.
Wanna see her mailbox?
There was a memorial
this afternoon (Friday, January 27th, 2006) at The Spoon. Tequila from
the Rock City News was there, as were several cronies. Skip E. Lowe, Robert
Forster were amongst them. Mr. Blackwell had a sore throat, so this creature got up and read
Blackwell's statement about Shelley. I
notice Blackwell actually about to break down, and creature made an announcement, "LOOK, HE'S CRYING."
Class. (I know, says me.) Creature did mention that Shelly's favorite meal was tuna on toast with
chocolate milk, which was coincidentally his (big eye roll)
favorite meal, and asked the Spoon to put it on their menu. For the
record, Blackwell was wearing - I shit you not - a Members Only jacket. A lot of people really liked Shelley. I
know that she had a reputation of not being dependable. Chat shows in
Britain wouldn't fly her over because she was known to take the first class
tickets and accommodation, and just decide not to show up. When she did
show up, however, it usually wasn't disappointing. One recollection I found
from a message board, "on the Tonight Show, during a heated discussion with Oliver Reed (who made several scathing remarks about women), she (Shelley) left the stage (a bit upset). A few minutes later she returned from the other side with a bucket of ice and cold water and deposited it on Reed's head." Trivia: Shelley once shared this
apartment with Marilyn Monroe. How cool would that place
be to live in? Or visit. Yeah, way cool. So, a couple of years pass, and I've seen creature tooling around LA on occasion, and in this month's edition of the bizarre magazine called Bizarre, that features yours truly, there is also a spread on creature! She goes by the name Sandie Crisp, and The Goddess Bunny. Upon further research, she is the star of one of the most disturbing internet videos (not filthy, just plain disturbing) available, and you can view it here. LA is such an odd place to live.
This story is dedicated to loyal Findadeath friend and benefactor Shelly. I thank you for your generosity. UPDATE February 2006, from Findadeath friend Chris:
You're not alone when you say you couldn't find
Shelley Winters' Oscar at the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam. I
specifically went to see it the day I arrived in Amsterdam and it wasn't
there. I e-mailed the AFH when I got back to America, asking where the
Oscar was and why wasn't it on display. Their sheepish answer was
"Oh, of course it's on display; didn't you see it?" No.
They even took over the property next door and they're telling me there's
still not enough room for the displays? Sheesh.
No doubt it's (back) on display now that
Shelley's dead. Would love to have this confirmed.
Also February 2006, from Findadeath friend Robert:
Scott,
I was looking up some information on Shelley
Winters after reading your story on her. On the imdb.com movie
database site, I was reading some biography on her. Here is something
interesting mentioned in the article on Shelley:
Her marriage to Franciosa broke up when
he had an affair with Lauren Bacall. During their affair, Bacall called up
Winters and complained, "I've been waiting for Tony for an hour. Where
the hell is he?" Shelley said, "You're complaining to me because
my husband is late for a date with you?" Bacall answered, "If your
husband doesn't respect your marriage, why should I?"
I always thought Bacall looked like she could
be a real bitch. Don't know if it is true, but it's a great story and I
believe Bacall would do it from what I have read about her.
Just thought I would pass the info along.
Thanks, Robert!
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