HAPPY MAE DAY! 17 August 1893–120 Years Ago!

About once in every other century, someone comes along who understands what really makes people tick. When we are lucky, we get someone who understands what makes people tock–and then the talking won’t stop! Such was the case 120 years ago, when Mae West was born in Brooklyn, New York. And who could have known what a day that was!

Mae West (1993-1980) in all her glory, unlike the French Revolution, she had her cake, the men kept their heads, and all lived happily ever after. Mae West (1893-1980) in all her glory, unlike the French Revolution, she had her cake & ate it too, the men kept their heads, and all lived happily ever after.

She knew to wait till films had sound before she left the Broadway stage to introduce her persona to the movie-going public. The idea of Mae West without her voice, much as I personally like the Silent Era, would have been like rice pudding without raisins. She was smart enough to resist the temptation to go to Hollywood too early.

TIMING & VOCAL DELIVERY MAKE HER DIAMOND SHARP & EVER SO MEMORABLE

MAE WEST EVEN INSPIRED ARTISTS–SALVADOR DALI PAINTED HER LIKENESS.
HIS INTERPRETATION OF HER INSPIRED A FURNITURE/SET DESIGN!

Photograph of Salavor Dali's image of Mae West, on display @ Back To The Picture.  Photograph of Salvador Dali’s image of Mae West, on display & for purchase @ Back To The Picture.

MAE WEST IN ANY DIMENSION IS A SPECIAL TREAT! IT’S SORT OF LIKE HAVING A ROAD MAP!

AND THE BEST ENCORE EVER–MAE WEST IN MYRA BRECKINRIDGE

In Missouri, They Have Some German Dialect Thing Going On, Nein?

My inner Melita Bonaparte felt that there was more to this place than just getting your tank filled up. I sort of imagined Mae West purring this business name out & getting jail time for it, the way she did in New York City back in the 1920s. But, here is is, “Fill ‘er up at your own risk!” Then go, really quickly, go as fast as you can, because you don’t know who might be following you!

Just don’t come and go as you would in ordinary circumstances…you Kum & Go when in Joplin. Just get your business done, and go, just go!

Once it's over, it's over.  There is no going back, unless you pay.

Once it’s over, it’s over. There is no going back, unless you pay.

This puts it in context, I think?

This puts it in context, I think?

It’s on a street called Maiden Lane, so that sort of cleans up the act, I’d say!

And, now, for the GRAND PRIZE–You Tube Has This Video—Yes, a place to go when I get tired of being passed over because I am not related to anyone in the food chain!!!!!!!

Kum & Go Will Be There For You! There is always a need for someone to mop up puke! I can do that!

ARMED WITH INDIANA!

For those of us from (as F. Scott Fitzgerald called it) the Middle West, the smallest & most middle of the Old Middle West is Indiana. It’s where my mother’s people settled, up from the South & West from Ireland. Somehow or another, they all sort of melded together–Vincennes, Lafayette, Indianapolis, and Knightstown. These were the centers of my maternal line, and the latter where I spend the second part of my years of youth.

The first thing that impressed me upon moving to Indiana (having partially grown up in Kansas–another arm, another day, another blog?) was, beneath the snow, the grass somehow managed to remain green, really deep green, all year round. In Kansas, it would turn brown.

The other earth-like memory, was our house in Knightstown had Lily of the Valley*, growing next to the foundation on the shaded West side. Found out years later, it made a good cooling place for beer, acting as a sort of natural insulation for the stuff. But that’s a secret, one of those things that even your mother would never figure out. Unless, she was doing it too, and never told us about it?

No need to be up in arms about Indiana.  Wear with pride, cherish the memories, and in case you are inclined to forget your map, always remember where you came from...

No need to be up in arms about Indiana. Wear with pride, cherish the memories, and in case you are inclined to forget your map, always remember where you came from…

So, instead of wearing your heart on your sleeve, you can, if you like, wear Indiana on your arm, if you can’t get it out of your mind. The town represented in this depiction is Bloomington, home to Indiana University.

*Mae West sang a song called WILLIE OF THE VALLEY, but it wasn’t the same thing. She had quite a sense of the absurd, and used it to great advantage. Yes, she had been to England, and knew what it meant.