Memories of the rider I was decades ago, galloping bareback, seat balanced in the bliss of ignorance. Thirty years later, there's a war between my mind's love of flying and my body's memory of falling. I just want to ride again without fear.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Elizabeth Taylor 1932 - 2011
How she captured what it is to love a horse in National Velvet. I'll never forget watching it, sitting on a braided rug in a small room at some friend of my mother's, staring up at a little television set, thrilled beyond measure. She became one of the first icons of my childhood, and I followed her from then on. Years later, A Place in the Sun defined for me what love could be, might be, tragedy and all. What a marvel she was.
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Rest in Peace
I just saw this when I got on the computer. It makes me very sad. She was my grandma's absolute favorite actress and she always talked about how she was the most beautiful woman alive.
At one point way back when, my parents got into an (almost marriage ending) argument about who was more beautiful, Sophia Loren or Elizabeth Taylor.
I'd say the violet eyes would get my vote. She was so lovely in National Velvet. And such a femme fatale...
RIP
I think she was her most beautiful in A Place in the Sun....that kiss with Montgomery Clift during the dance scene....wow.
I don't know that I ever did see National Velvet. I wonder how that got by me back then.
I heard this when I got home from working horses today. Very sad.
My Dad met Elizabeth Taylor. She kissed him on the cheek, and he joked that he would never wash his face again.
She was an amazing woman. May she rest in peace.
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