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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Strange Interlude: 81 Years Later
In 1928, Eugene O'Neill's new play, "Strange Interlude," opened at the John Golden Theater in New York City. Claire Pappas, age 21, was there to see it. More than 80 years later, her grandson Jonathan and great-grandson James (age 21) saw the rarely produced play at the Goodman Theater in Chicago. Like their Granny so many years before, James and Jonathan enjoyed a nine-act marathon (with a dinner break halfway through). They were graced with the company of Gabbi Greenfield, mother of the lead actress in this memorable 2009 production by Chicago's Neo-Futurists. Pictured here: James Obremski, the ever-present Gordon Shaw, Nina Leeds (the gifted actress Merrie Greenfield) with her mother Gabbi, and Jonathan Shailor with Eugene O'Neill.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Family Resemblance
Friday, January 9, 2009
NEW YORK, N.Y. JUN 27 1PM 1960

Master Jonathan Shailor
3337 Eastlake Av.
Massapequa Park
L.I., N.Y.
Dear Jonathan: All of a sudden the thunder and lightning came, and these little kitties were on their way to school, (with their school bags) and one kitties hat flew off! See how frightened the three little ones in the trunk of the car are, their mama was driving the car (see her looking out of the back window) and she said, "Don't be afraid, you won't be hurt" And the flower pots flew off the window sill, and the umbrella flew inside out! But in a little while it all stopped, and the sun came out again, and the kittens got to school all safe and sound. Love, Granny XXXXXXX
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Granny and Shakespeare
So many memories, each one a little gem. This one is precious to me, because when I remember it, I can still hear Granny's voice.
A little later on, we were sitting on Rich's deck, and Granny wistfully recalled one of several bits of Shakespeare that she had memorized in grade school. She spoke the lines with feeling, remembering them perfectly:
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
(The Merchant of Venice, I.i.1-7)
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
On one of Granny's last visits to our house, all of our animals crowded around to say hello and get some attention.
grabs her paws and makes her do a strange puppet-kitty dance.
At any time. Granny included.
I love and miss you Granny.
Alex
I love and miss you Granny.
Alex
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