Okay, this is where I left off a few days ago:
FRANCES HYLAND
“Frances Hyland OC (1927 – 2004) was a Canadian stage, film and television actress. She earned recognition for roles on stage (including ten seasons with Stratford Festival) and screen (including her performance as Nanny Louisa on Road to Avonlea).
“Born in 1927 in Regina, Ms. Hyland attended the University of Saskatchewan before winning a scholarship to the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London, England, from which she graduated with the silver medal, according to the Stratford Festival. She made her professional debut in London in 1950 and quickly won her first major role, as Stella in A Streetcar Named Desire. During the next four years she acted with John Gielgud and was directed by Peter Brook.
In 1954, she returned to Canada at the invitation of the Stratford Festival's founding artistic director, Tyrone Guthrie, to star in the Festival's second season as Isabella in Measure for Measure opposite James Mason. In nine seasons as a member of the Festival acting company, her roles included Portia (The Merchant of Venice), Olivia (Twelfth Night), Perdita (The Winter's Tale), Desdemona (Othello) and Ophelia opposite Christopher Plummer's Hamlet. In 1979 she returned to the Festival as director of Othello.” (Wikipedia and others)
N.F.SIMPSON
Norman Frederick Simpson (1919 – 2011) was an English playwright closely associated with the Theatre of the Absurd. (also Wikipedia)
You may not remember him now, but a couple (?) of his plays were actually produced in Toronto, and yes, Frances Hyland starred in at least one of them. A scene from one of them was the trigger to my tangent. I remember her coming into the scene as a visitor and taking some refreshment in a sip from a book that was offered. I do that with books, take sips from something I have enjoyed. That’s why I hang on to so many of them.
No use now. No one reads [except you and me] and no one will want to buy my library after I’m gone. The books will be more deceased than I.
Does that cover the missing information from last week’s blog? I really doubt that any of my readers will have taken the time to look it up for themselves.Time is difficult
This coming week I will be taking two days off for a private writers’ retreat with three friends gathering in a sylvan setting in the Bruce Peninsula to walk in the woods (not me—no legs) and to think and write (mainly me—I never leave my blog, pitiful as it is) and to drink—all of us—not too much.
Last weekend of August.