Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Continuing with Katharine Hepburn's "Me"

I'm almost done reading Katharine Hepburn's "Me". One of the touching parts of the autobiography was the letter that her father wrote her on her 21st birthday. It was simple, funny and straight from the heart. If all parents could leave their children with such treasures. More than any material possessions that we can inherit from our parents, these letters, words of comfort, words of love are what we will value most.

This got me to thinking about writing to my own children even if they are still too young to really read and understand. I know that I leave this blog as a momento of my life, my inner thoughts and feelings. But it would be different to give others, not only my children but also other people who I care for, some letter in my own handwriting. It is more personal, though sending it to others abroad would take days, even a week or more, but the wait should be worth it.

How many times does Katharine Hepburn write the word "lucky" in her book? Several times in different chapters. She called herself lucky to have the parents that she had, lucky to get a part, lucky to be at a certain place, lucky to meet a certain person. Was it luck? Or just her attitude towards life. She was truly a fighter, her success in theatre and in the movies only show us half of the person she truly was. Others may have succumbed to the rejections she encountered, but she didn't dwell on it and opened herself up to the next opportunity, the next job. She loved what she did and really got involved with the many aspects of her career. She didn't dwell on the negatives, hardly read the critics' reviews. She doesn't mention much about religion, I don't think she had a particular religous stance, though was it her grandfather who was a pastor?

Her family though didn't dwell on the sad events of their lives and neither did Katharine. When she mentions her brother dying at an early age, she doesn't get into detail. Even when the people she loved or were close to her died, she doesn't write much of her mourning period. They, her family, didn't believe in mourning and just wanted to move on and be "happy". This is something that I would have to contradict with her about. Mourning is so much a part of life, as in the sad phases. You can't truly be happy without dwelling on the sad events of life.


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