~~Christmas NewYork City~~
Radio City was the place my mother had taken me when I was just a few feet tall. I can remember a strong hand holding mine as we navigated the streets of Manhattan.
Then I’d find myself climbing about the seats of this great Radio City Music Hall. It was 45 years later that I would once again find myself in this great hall. Grey Gardens was up for some Tony awards and I sat with Al Maysles. Then before they annouced the winners, a youthful Matt Chavanaugh rose from the pit of the orchestra. Dressed as the ragamuffin Marble Faun of Grey Gardens.
Let life happen!
Traditionally there used to be a feature lenght film before the Holiday Show, I remember the movie Old Yeller. My mother was a hard working good human being, I’m lucky to have been a child of this woman. I dedicate this to you mom and the memory of Radio City Music Hall.
I will always miss you, your son Jerry
~~Prospect~~
Jerry,
I am so glad to have found you, and see how your life turned out. I must say I just watched Grey Gardens just this past week, and watched both documentaries 3 times. And to think the movie just came out, in which I found out after watching the documentaries. I find a great comfort in the two Edith’s. Big Edie reminds me of my grandmother, and little Edie reminds me of myself, being a Scorpio. I can see how a Scorpio can be so unique. I also found you to be so comforting to them and the great friendship you built with them, without letting your ego get into the way. Helping you to get to know these two beautiful souls. It was such a delight to find your site and to learn about your newest work. I look forward to reading your blogs.
Light and Love
Donna
Greetings Donna rinelli
It does bring us all together . Mrs.Beale & Edie had such a strenght to them , and to have known there courage was an honor.
It is my pleasure to have your kind words to respond to.
May we always know how precious our lives are~!
sincerly yours
Jerry
The Marble Faun
What a great story Jerry.I’m sure your mother is watching over you and I’m sure she is proud of you.You must miss her very much.Merry Christmas and God bless.Carol
Carol my dear friend
How very kind of you, how much that means to me!
There are people in our lives that matter more then any other facts in our lives. The life given to me by my mother will always be honored by her son. My mothers name was Helen, just the best person whom everyone through her entire life did just love. It is this human being through her constant good nature that I have the greatest respect,and the deepest sense of missing a mother then a son could ever have.
That emotion is one that remains with me through each day of my life. I’ve this habit of talking in my silence wishish for her to forever live in the Kingdom of Heaven. It would be without a doubt the only thing I could ever ask of this life.
May this the birth of ~Our Lord Jesus~ bring you and all whom you hold dear great joy.
with my continued respect Carol
friends forever
Jerry
Imagine! Just IMAGINE!!! Jerry how incredible to sit in Radio City Music Hall and see YOURSELF (!) portrayed by one of todays most popular Broadway stars!
It’s the truth, It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy!
What did it feel like when you saw Matt coming up out of the orchestra pit? I think almost goosebumps would have gone up and down my spine! In a good way though!
What a life of adventure you have had! I can’t stress it enough, it is so heartwarming to see good things happening to you, because you AREN’T the Maharajah of Franistan or an Astor or a Vanderbilt, you are just a regular LITTLE GUY! One of US! And we are so very pleased to know you , even if it is just over the internet!
Thanks for being so open with us sharing the details of your life with us all!
And Thanks to Ted for promoting and I am sure helping put THIS blog all together!
MERRY CHRISTMAS MEN! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!
Your Friend Sean
Life came at me as if I had been hit by a wave on the beach. Just knocked me off balance and I had everything to keep myself from falling into the surf. It had begun long ago with just the insinct to live. A fascinating world just everywhere but at home.
Years had passed so many I was so completetly on my own.You know it was my instinct some thing built into my truth that I simly could never deny.
Fate had taken over and led me to the Hamptons, to work as an assistant gardener, whose property was a stone throw from Mrs. Beales Mansion.
How carefree that young boy streaming along a true happy go lucky.
To have sat in Radio City Music Hall and have the rising set and Matt Kavanaugh, whom I have the greatest respect for as human being ;actor , and may I say a friend. These are the gifts we share the gifts of giving,of intereperting life and turing it into art . This was Matts gift to me and I sat in total awe of his representing that young man who was one given the name The Marble Faun by a trusted and dear human being.Edie Beales life at Grey Gardens was no bed of roses. I have never known such absolute devotion to a parent as I had witnessed through the most difficult of circumstances in a mansion named Grey Gardens. Having had the absolute privlidge to live to see that day, was exactly what my dear Mrs.Beale had predicted so many summer evenings ago, in a mansion a refuge for three kindrid spirits.
I can not imagine what my life couud possible have been like if I had not the honor and trust of Mrs.Edith Bouvier Beale.
A very Merry Christmas Sean.
friends forever
Jerry
The Marble Faun