I enjoyed all of his movies...Alfred Hitchcocks and as George Bailey in "Its A Wonderfull Life" are my favorites.
I love Jimmy!!! Vertigo, Glenn Miller Story, Rear Wind, what's not to like!?! Seems like such a genuinely nice guy, I have yet to find his grave, he's on the top of my list the next time I'm up at FL Glendale
I enjoyed all of his movies...Alfred Hitchcocks and as George Bailey in "Its A Wonderfull Life" are my favorites.
My old time radio calender tells me that today would be Jimmy and Gloria's 60th wedding anniversary, so....bump!
"Who looks at a screwdriver and says 'This needs more sonic'?"
Im sure Im in the minority, but I've recently realized I now find his voice and presence rather annoying. He always played Jimmy Stewart. His stammering and 'regular guy' approach I now think was all a gimmick he used, and was accepted by.
They had "Rear View Window" on last night, on TMC. A great movie.
Here one day, Gone one night, Gone too soon...
Missing you forever...
Here one day, Gone one night, Gone too soon...
Missing you forever...
I am also a great big Jimmy Stewart fan. He was a remarkable actor and an even better human being!!
I remembered Jimmy on the 100th anniversary of his birth--May 20, 2008. And by coincidence, my niece Renee gave birth to her daughter, Kimoko Rose, on this date.
Heath nuts are going to feel stupid someday; lying in hospitals dying of nothing
That kiss he had with Grace Kelly in "Rear View Window" may just be the most romantic film scene ever made.
I loved him in westerns. Maturity did good things for him. I enjoyed his earlier work, but he became imo more masculine in his later years.
Glad to see you back Northern Lights
Attention PA Hags!
The Jimmy Stewart Museum is in danger of closing it's doors!
In Financial Straights
if anyone is looking for something different to do
Please Please think of Jimmy Stewart Museum
They need Revenue
I will be there December 12, 2010 at noon when it opens
Here is their website www.jimmy.org
if you can't make it maybe consider sending them a donation.
if anyone in the PA, WV, or OH area that would like to catch a ride with me PM me and we'll see what we can do
HELP JIMMY !
Please endulge me while I get a little carried away. Jimmy Stewart is one of my ALL-TIME FAVORITE ACTORS!!! He reminds me a little of my father, who had similar mannerisms, was quite humble, and was about the same height. I NEVER heard Mr. Stewart EVER brag on himself, and when others would talk about his heroics during WWII, he wouldn't say alot, and would change the subject. As many are aware, his father sent him the exact passage that is on his headstone while Jimmy was serving
overseas. He always kept that letter on his person. As far as the movie "It's a Wonderful Life," it always bothered me that Jimmy's Guardian Angel, Clarence, was trying to earn his wings. As many know, people don't become angels, they can't. We are higher than the angels. And as the person above mentioned, they don't make em' like Jimmy Stewart anymore, pity.
OK I was lucky enough to have met Jimmy once in Washington DC at Crown Books when he was making the rounds on his "Book of Poems" Tour. He signed my book and I said "Thank you" and of course he replied "You're welcome." I was so glad to get to see him in person even if it was just for 30 seconds, lol. "It's a Wonderful Life" has been my favourite Christmas movie forever so it was cool meeting George Bailey. Anyway, I'll scan my book autograph later but in the meantime here is Jimmy's autograph with Glenn Ford, George Burns, Robert Mitchum, Vincent Price and Maureen O'Sullivan on a picture of the Hollywood sign.
Here are a couple pictures of a Jimmy Stewart hand-drawn 'Harvey'.
Here are scans from Jimmy's Book "Jimmy Stewart And His Poems". I had tucked some newspaper ads in the book which tell me the date I met Jimmy - September 18, 1989 in Crown Books on 2020 'K' Street in Washington, DC. Anyway, the book was only $5.82, lol! Also, here are 2 pictures that my mom took of Jimmy when he arrived at the Crown.
Do you remember Jimmy Stewart reading one of his poems on The Johnny Carson show about his dog that died? It actually made Johnny cry.
Here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NY6f-jGJufQ
"Beau"
by Jimmy Stewart
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all. When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.