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Post by flossieskid on Jul 14, 2021 9:56:50 GMT -5
Just a cute story: In a movie called, “Strange Bedfellows” starring Rock Hudson and Gina Lollobrigida my Mom played their maid. In a funny scene, Rock and Gina had an argument and she stormed out of their bedroom. While he was still in bed, he makes a phone call and is hiding under the covers, whispering so Gina won’t hear him. Rock then hears their bedroom door open and senses someone is there. In a flash, he throws back the covers, grabs, who he thinks is his wife, Gina, and pulls her down and kisses the person passionately! The camera pulls back and it is their maid, my Mom. Without missing a beat, my Mom (who is holding a tray) asks, “Tea, sir?”
This movie was released in 1965 and then, Rock Hudson was considered one of the sexiest leading men around. It was a just a cute, fast scene, but had a lasted effect. They had to do the scene a few times and, although, he tried to be gentle, Rock’s grab was a bit forceful and due to Mom’s fair skin she got bruises on both of her arms. She decided to wear sleeveless shirts for the next week so when people saw the bruises they would ask, “Oh Nora, what happened?” She always got a quizzical look when she answered , “I got them kissing Rock Hudson!” Then, of course, the explanation always ended with a good laugh.
Although, it almost cost our family $300 for a medical consult! Sadly, when my Mom was in the hospital a month before her death, I came into her room and was told by her nurse that they were going to call a psychiatrist for a consult. First, I was annoyed because my husband IS a psychiatrist and he should have been contacted. So, I went to speak to the head nurse asking why they thought she needed a psychiatrist? I was told, “Well she was hallucinating saying she kissed Rock Hudson!” More than annoyed, I corrected their error and reminded them to check with her family before making anymore treatment decisions!
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Post by noplacelikehome on Jul 14, 2021 11:08:14 GMT -5
What an interesting story. I hope this is included in the book you are writing.
My mother was not an actress, but she enjoyed meeting celebrities as well. Debbie Reynolds was one of her favorites. Walking into Debbie's Las Vegas show late one evening, she made a point of recognizing my parents as they walked in - and offered them a front row seat. They also conversed with her after the show. Something my mother always treasured.
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Post by patriciaanne on Jul 14, 2021 11:23:19 GMT -5
Wow, that is some story, Tracey! If I had been your mother, I would have worn short sleeves too.
Your hospital story reminded me of my great aunt Agnes. In 1992, she came to visit us from Ireland. By then her husband had passed away and she was living with her daughter. Before that she had lived in England for many years. While she was visiting us, she experienced a TIA while she was with me at the barn. (She came to watch me ride my horse.) While she was in the hospital, she told the doctor that my father went to London once a week. Well, he actually went to NYC once a week, but because she was so accustomed to thinking of the city as "London," that's what she said. I told her if she kept giving answers like that, they'd NEVER let her out. 😄
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Post by Easton on Jul 14, 2021 12:43:58 GMT -5
Well, she missed out on riding on a motorcycle behind Steve McQueen. I suppose getting bruised in a passionate kiss by Rock Hudson makes up for it.
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Post by wacokyd on Jul 14, 2021 16:02:54 GMT -5
What an interesting story. I hope this is included in the book you are writing. My mother was not an actress, but she enjoyed meeting celebrities as well. Debbie Reynolds was one of her favorites. Walking into Debbie's Las Vegas show late one evening, she made a point of recognizing my parents as they walked in - and offered them a front row seat. They also conversed with her after the show. Something my mother always treasured. When I was in the army, Debbie Reynolds came to our unit to salute the troops. There were thousands of troops and no chance to meet her so I came up with and idea with my buddy that since she was having lunch with the base commander the next day, we would go there and wait outside till she came out and there was no way the officers with her would kick us out and embarrass themselves. It worked and we asked her if we could take pictures. She agreed wholeheartedly. One picture is her with me. Attachment DeletedAttachment Deleted |
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Post by Easton on Jul 14, 2021 17:18:04 GMT -5
^ I can't see Debbie or read her name without thinking, 'Que Sera, Sera'.
Nice photos of both you and Debbie.
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Post by patriciaanne on Jul 14, 2021 19:18:33 GMT -5
^ I can't see Debbie or read her name without thinking, 'Que Sera, Sera'.
Nice photos of both you and Debbie.
Wasn't that Doris Day? |
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Post by patriciaanne on Jul 14, 2021 19:19:51 GMT -5
What an interesting story. I hope this is included in the book you are writing. My mother was not an actress, but she enjoyed meeting celebrities as well. Debbie Reynolds was one of her favorites. Walking into Debbie's Las Vegas show late one evening, she made a point of recognizing my parents as they walked in - and offered them a front row seat. They also conversed with her after the show. Something my mother always treasured. When I was in the army, Debbie Reynolds came to our unit to salute the troops. There were thousands of troops and no chance to meet her so I came up with and idea with my buddy that since she was having lunch with the base commander the next day, we would go there and wait outside till she came out and there was no way the officers with her would kick us out and embarrass themselves. It worked and we asked her if we could take pictures. She agreed wholeheartedly. One picture is her with me. View AttachmentView AttachmentWhat great photos and wonderful memories!! Don't you look dashing in your uniform! Thank you for your service and sacrifice. ❤️🇺🇲❤️ |
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Post by Easton on Jul 14, 2021 21:56:30 GMT -5
^ I can't see Debbie or read her name without thinking, 'Que Sera, Sera'.
Nice photos of both you and Debbie.
Wasn't that Doris Day? Just testing. 
No idea what I was thinking. Carrie Fisher flashed in my brain and somehow I heard Debbie singing Que Sera, Sera.
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Post by carol on Jul 15, 2021 0:34:50 GMT -5
^ I can't see Debbie or read her name without thinking, 'Que Sera, Sera'. Nice photos of both you and Debbie.
That was Doris Day. Debbie Reynolds was known for Tammy |
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Post by Easton on Jul 19, 2021 7:59:30 GMT -5
^ I can't see Debbie or read her name without thinking, 'Que Sera, Sera'. Nice photos of both you and Debbie.
That was Doris Day. Debbie Reynolds was known for Tammy I've always loved that song. It's been ages since I've seen the movie.
I promise never to mix up Debbie Day or Doris Reynolds again!
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Post by pinkbaker07 on Dec 18, 2021 21:33:42 GMT -5
Would your husband have been allowed to treat her since hes "family "?
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Post by flossieskid on Dec 19, 2021 7:35:17 GMT -5
Good question Pinkbaker07: my husband would NOT have been able to treat my Mom, but he surely could have done what is called a “diagnostic consult”. If the only thing my Mom referenced was kissing Rock Hudson, my husband knew the story and would dismiss it as just old, impactful memories. However, if along with that recollection she started hallucinating other things that my husband would know to be false, m then he would be able to contact a psychiatrist on the hospital staff and give that doctor his impressions and what his potential diagnosis might be. No harm in that.
Obviously, if that happened, then, of course, we would have paid for a psych consult from the hospital and that doctor would continue to treat my Mom. Often, it is very helpful when there is a physician in the family because they can basically translate “doctorspeak” from any doctor treating the family member. It also helps when any treating physician knows there is a medical doctor as a family member because all of a sudden, “missing medical explanations” change to “daily contact” with the family. It should never be that way, but unfortunately it is that way very often.
So, we had to pay $300 (in 1977) just to hear that my Mom kissed Rock Hudson. Yeah, tell me something I didn’t know, Doc! Too bad there were no cell phone cameras during that time, otherwise my Mom would have had the photographic evidence of Rock’s fingerprints on her body and she could have dined out on that story for YEARS!!!
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