Happy St. Valentine’s Day, Dear Readers!

I do not celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I wanted to give a shout out to all of my dear readers! You consistently show this blog (and its humble creator) so much love that I could not possibly let the 14th of February evaporate without some kind of acknowledgment. This is for you:

Valentine's Day Image, circa 1910

Valentine’s Day Image, circa 1910.

Another Year Has Passed and You Still Look Like This

When you died on 11 February 1963, my mom was nine years old. My grandmother was your age: thirty. She’s eighty-one now, but to all of the world you still look like this:

Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath. 

How sad.

“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”-Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Off Topic Post: Goodbye, Shirley Temple!

In all of the years that I’ve written about old movies, I’ve never done an essay about Shirley Temple…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her. She was, and will always be, a star.

Shirley Temple

Shirley Temple in the full bloom of her stardom. She died yesterday, at 85.

Congratulations, Sir John Suckling, You Have One of the Best Writer Names of All Time. Also, Happy Birthday!

Sir John Suckling, poet and inventor of cribbage, was born on 10 February 1609.

Sir John Suckling by Anthony van Dyck, 17th century

Sir John Suckling by Anthony van Dyck, 17th century.

“I prithee send me back my heart,/Since I cannot have thine;/For if from yours you will not part,/Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?”