In her TV interview, Michael Jackson’s mother Katherine Jackson reminisced on “Dateline” about her internationally famous son who had died the previous year.
She remembered the day she realized Michael had talent:
We had a Maytag washing machine, and it was rickety when the agitators would go, you know how they go [imitates sound]. This one was so rickety that it had a [imitates sound] kinda like that, and Michael was there on the floor wearing his diaper and his little bottle, and he just was dancing to the rhythm of what the washing machine made.”
Katherine Jackson went on to say that she had never met Debbie Rowe, the biological mother of Michael’s two oldest children, Prince (b. 1997) and Paris (b. 1998), until Michael’s death. Katherine, who raised nine children, is now mother to Paris, Prince, and Blanket, Michael’s third child, born in 2002.
Katherine didn’t always agree with the way Michael (1958-1009) was raising his children:
I never did like the fact that he put, um, scarfs or veils over their faces….”
Katherine says the children are doing fine except that they have no friends. Prince, 13, Paris, 12, and Blanket, 8, have previously been tutored at home. Katherine is trying to give her grandchildren a more normal upbringing, free of the bizarre restrictions imposed by their father. In September, the three children will be enrolling in school for the first time in their lives, reports the Daily Mail. Below are pictures of the children enjoying their first carefree Hawaiian vacation a few days before returning to the continental U.S. for a Gary, Indiana, hometown memorial for their father.

Michael Jackson’s eldest son, “Prince,” 13, whose full name is Michael Joseph Jackson, Jr. Hawaii, June 1010. (Lisa’s History Room)

Michael Jackson’s daughter, Paris, age 12, whose full name is Paris-Michael Katherine Jackson. Hawaii, June 2010. (Lisa’s History Room)

Michael Jackson’s youngest son, “Blanket,” 8, whose full name is Prince Michael Jackson II, enjoys a water chute at a Hawaii resort, June 2010 (Lisa’s History Room)
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The SS Athenia
On September 1, 1939, Germany invaded Poland. Hitler justified this action by lying to the German people and the world saying:
This past night for the first time, Polish regular soldiers fired on our territory. Since 5:45 A.M. we have been returning the fire, and from now on bombs will be met with bombs[1]
No Polish soldiers fired on Germany territory nor did Polish war planes drop a single bomb on Germany. Germans were in no danger from the Poles. Instead, the Germans had organized a fake attack by Polish troops on the radio station at Gleiwitz, a German town on the Polish border. The report was published in American newspapers, as forwarded by the A.P. and U. P. to New York. At Gleiwitz, Heinrich Himmler, Reichsführer-SS (Head of the SS) and Chief of the German Police, was appointed to oversee the fake operation. They needed practical evidence to make the attack by the Poles appear believable. To that end, the Gestapo rounded up twelve to thirteen condemned men from a concentration camp and dressed them in Polish uniforms. These men were given fatal injections by a doctor chosen by Reinhard Heydrich, who helped organize the German pogrom, Kristallnacht. Then the men would be shot and left dead on the ground for the press to witness .
With the German invasion of Poland, Britain and France were obliged to enter the conflict, as they had guaranteed military assistance should Poland’s independence be threatened. This was a change of British policy, as Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain had formerly believed he could appease Hitler with concessions. In late summer, Germany and Soviet Russia had signed a non-aggression pact and made secret plans to carve up Europe between them. On September 3, 1939, at 11:15 A.M. Prime Minister Chamberlain of England announced in a radio broadcast that Britain declared war on Germany. Later in the day, France declared war on Germany. This was the beginning of World War II (WWII).
The ocean liner SS Athenia was well out at sea on September 3, carrying European refugees, Americans, and Canadians passengers eager to leave the Continent and the United Kingdom (the countries of England, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland, with London as its capital). The SS Athenia was sailing the North Atlantic heading in a westward -bound direction for Montreal, Canada, when the war news was conveyed to the ship passengers by a written notice outside the purser’s office. The captain wanted little talk of this; he did not want to alarm the passengers. The ship was carrying two hundred extra passengers and forty-one extra crew. The ship was really three floating hotels, with “first class luxury facilities, economy tourist accommodations, and boarding house immigrant fare.”[2] The total number of passengers was 1,102, and 316 in the ship’s company. The surplus number of passengers reflected the wartime reality of Great Britain (England, Scotland, and Wales) taking transatlantic liners out of service to be refitted to carry soldiers. Many of the passengers saw their bookings on these British requisitioned ships cancelled, such as the tour group of eighteen women students from the University of Texas, who had tickets to sail on the California on August 26. Their travel guides pulled some strings in Texas and found spaces for the college students on available ships. Fifteen of the women found berths on the Athenia, while three were booked on the merchant freighter, City of Flint. Passengers boarded at Glasgow, Scotland, Belfast, Northern Ireland, and Liverpool, England. Many of the European passengers were Jewish refugees, hailing from Poland and Germany. Some wore peasant clothes, carrying their goods in wicker baskets, blanket rolls, and bundles. Some were barefoot. Yet others were educated and “cosmopolitan.”[3] Among the refugees was a Polish family of seven, the Kucharczuks, father, Spirydon, 42, and mother, Ewdokia, 40. Fleeing Poland for Canada with their five children, whose ages ranged from two to twenty -one years old. It was said that before they left Poland, “Titianna-Juka put a curse on the Kucharczuks; as a result fifteen-year-old Steve Kucharczuk went to a fortune teller for advice prior to leaving on their journey. The fortune teller told him that “they would travel to Canada but not all of them would arrive.”[4] They boarded the Athenia at Liverpool
All passengers were issued lifejackets “consisting of cork floating blocks held together by canvas. The wearer placed their head through a hole in the center of the jacket.”[5] All were assigned a lifeboat station. Because of the war, the portholes and all lights were blocked from view. On September 2, Rose Griffin of Toronto had finished her dinner and with all the darkness, missed her step on the stairway of the dining room, fell, and landed on her face. She broke her nose and was knocked unconscious. She was carried to the ship’s hospital ward.
All staterooms were shared. Husbands and wives, such as David and Barbara Cass-Beggs, were separated, Barbara took their child Rosemary with her into a cabin they shared with another mother and her infant son. Normally women changed into more fashionable clothes for dinner, but now the rooms were so crowded with luggage as to discourage many from that tradition. With so many passengers on board, dinner was served in three sittings.
Once Captain James Cook was notified of the English Prime Minister’s declaration of war, he ordered Chief Officer Barnet Mackenzie Copland to remove the canvas covers of the ship’s twenty-six lifeboats (thirteen hanging on each side of the ship), the gear for lowering the lifeboats was checked; the drainage plugs put in place in each of the boats, and provisions of water and condensed milk added. September 3, 1939, fell on a Sunday. Church services were held, the congregation sang hymns which included, “Eternal Father, Strong to Save,” with its refrain of “Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea“ and “Oh, God, Our Help in Ages Past.” Lunch was served and passengers enjoyed games of shuffleboard, cards, and deck tennis.[6] The children raced along the deck, making up their own games. Others sunned themselves on deck and talked among themselves, drinking their drinks. Smoking was not allowed on deck. There were few men among the passengers, mostly women and children were aboard. Many passengers were seasick and remained in their cabins, trying to keep down dry toast or crackers, including David and Barbara Beggs.
Captain Cook, outwardly calm and collected, was in fact quite worried. The ship was in truly dangerous waters now. A morning lifeboat drill was conducted. As nightfall approached, the Athenia was steered in a zigzag course and proceeded north of its usual path. This was done to confuse any German submarine, or U-Boat as they were called, which might be lurking in the deep waters of the Atlantic.
Judith Evelyn, a beautiful young actress raised in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, sharing a cabin with three other women and their luggage did not change for dinner. Having watched the canvas cover taken off the lifeboats, Judith had a bad feeling that “we shan’t be out of this without being in the lifeboats.”[7]
She wore her tennis shoes and improved her appearance with a quick wash and brushing. She was in the second sitting for dinner (7:00), where she joined her fiancé, Andrew Allan, a young Canadian working in London, producing radio programs, while Judith acted in several London productions. They sat at the table with Andrew’s father, the Reverend William Allan, a Presbyterian minister from Toronto, who was known for his popular devotional radio programs. They talked about the suitability of the month of September to visit Scotland. The first course was a half a grapefruit.
Out on the deck, children were singing, “Down Mexico Way.” At about 7:30, young Roy Barington, standing with his mother on the tourist deck, saw “a pipe” sticking up from the water.[8]
Back in the dining room, the grapefruit was cleared away. The main course of chicken and rice was just served,
when the dining room was shaken by a loud report. The lights in the dining room and throughout the ship went out, followed by what sounded like a second explosion. The ship took a distinct list to the port (left) side; glasses, dishes, and silverware fell to the floor; and chairs and tables slid across the room. With the windows and portholes painted black, the dining dining room was left in complete darkness and shock. The Athenia had been hit by a torpedo from a German submarine. “This is it,” said Judith Evelyn, announcing to her stunned dinner table companions what was in fact the first shot of the Second World War in the West.[9]
The U-30 submarine, commanded by Oberleutnant Fritz-Julius Lemp had miscalculated. He thought the Athenia was an armed merchant cruiser or a troopship, but instead he had sunk a civilian passenger liner, violating the Hague Conventions and the German Prize Rules that stated a “warning shot across the bows should be made.”[10] Instead Lemp fired torpedoes. Germany did not want the United States drawn into the war because its citizens were not deemed safe on the ocean. Lemp swore his crew to silence. He even inserted a counterfeit page in his war diary. He would offer no help to the people in the lifeboats and several passengers reported the submarine crew was firing at them. The German High Command knew nothing of Lemp’s action and later learned of the sinking of the Athenia from a British radio report. But Hitler suspected what had been done. He had the message sent to his submarine fleet: “By order of the Führer. Passenger-ships until further notice shall not be attacked even if escorted.”[11]
When the torpedo struck, the emergency whistle blew. At the time of the blast, many passengers were reclining on the hatch covers on the deck. A marine engineer, standing near hatch No. 5, explained what happened to the hatch. “The explosion of gasses came right up the trunk of the hatch. The effect of the explosion was like a heavy door slamming. The hatch went up in the air and the people who were reclining on the hatch went up in the air and then went down the hatch.”[12] A man on deck had his trousers blown off and several people on deck found their shoes were gone. Crew members assembled at their assigned lifeboat stations to get the lifeboats lowered and launched. On deck, mothers screamed the names of the children and children cried for their mothers.
The third-class staterooms on D Deck (the lowest passenger deck) and the engine room were destroyed by the torpedo explosion. All men in the engine room were killed. The torpedo hit on the port (left) side of the ship, in the area of the engine room (located roughly at midship) below the third-class dining room. George Williams, a cook from Glasgow, said that “the galley floor where he was working seemed to split right open. Some were killed outright by the blast.”[13] The stoves overturned, sending hot soup and boiling cooking oil flying everywhere. The kitchen crew were scalded. They smelled cordite, a propellant to fire projectile. George Hail, a steward from Scotland, was working in the pantry, where he was hit hard on the head by falling debris and was knocked to the floor. The galleys filled quickly with sea water. Hail picked himself up and went out on the deck. He could not tell if people lying about were dead or alive. One man appeared to be reading a newspaper, but upon closer examination, it was discovered he was dead. There were multiple injuries to the living.
Many people were thrown to the floor in the dining room and rolled around in the chaos of the attack. Judith Evelyn called out “Andrew” and found him in the dining room. They lit matches and cigarette lighters to climb the stairway to A Deck and their lifeboat stations. Judith had her wits about her but she noted confusion in her fellow passengers. Judith went to her cabin to get her lifejacket and then was back on deck at No. 10 lifeboat. Realizing she was going to shiver in the lifeboat, she went back to her cabin again, put on her fur coat, and gathered several other coats, giving one to Allan, and giving the rest to those on the deck in need.
Down in the dark cabins was pandemonium. Ruby Mitchell and Margaret Calder were in bed in the cabin, as they were both seasick. When the torpedo struck and the lights went out, Margaret screamed and went for the door while Ruby searched under the bunk for their lifejackets. Margaret’s sister, Christina Horgan, came down to get them. Christina said, “We have to go upstairs immediately. There’s something gone wrong.”[14] They made their way into the corridor where they could not see, but they smelled gas. Ruby noticed something wrong about the stairs. “I’m stepping on people,” she said.[15] Her sister told her not to think about it and to hurry on.
Fifteen-year-old Jane Hannah was on deck when the torpedo hit. Her mother was in their cabin, seasick on D Deck. She ran to get her. She wanted to descend the stairwell to D Deck, but she said, “I couldn’t go any further because it was already flooded with water and oil. The crew told her to go to her lifeboat. James Goodson was coming up from D Deck when the ship was hit. When the emergency lights came on, he returned to the corridor he had just left. The wooden stairway was demolished and D Deck below was flooded. People were clinging to bits of wreckage to stay afloat. Goodson got into the filthy water and, working with the crew members, worked to rescue the children first. They rescued the ones they could and found the dead body of a young boy.
Father O’Connor, whose cabin door was jammed shut, was able to break out the panels, and then he heard cries for help coming from a stairwell. With several others, he followed the sound. He had a flashlight and spied a woman holding a baby under a shattered stairwell. The infant was passed up the deck. The woman was pinned down and one of her legs was cut off. She was dying from a tremendous loss of blood. Father O’Connor gave her the last rites and she died as the seawater encompassed her.
Rachel Lamont and her ten-year-old son, Alexander, were getting ready for bed when the torpedo hit. The blast sent a heavy oscillating fan off the cabinet, crashing into Mrs. Lamont’s head. She was stunned. Her son called to her. Water was pouring into the cabin and this awakened her senses. They squeezed out of their cabin and found themselves in a stream of broken wood, clouds of dust, and floating luggage. They made their way to the stairwell, and climbed the shattered staircase, past the the dying woman and several dead bodies. The woman’s severed leg was floating on a piece of luggage. “I will never forget that sight,” Rachel Lamont recalled.[16]
At 10:30 the British Admiralty, headed now by Winston Churchill, received the Athenia’s distress signal that it had been hit and was sinking. The order was given to dispatch two destroyers to the ship’s aid.
To the Lifeboats
In the crush of getting into the lifeboats as the Athenia was badly listing to the port side, and clearly going to sink, people found that their assigned lifeboat no longer mattered. Many of the crewmembers, at first, called out, “Women and Children first,” and loaded these people in the first lifeboats available.[xvii] This meant splitting up families, and putting them in different boats. The men stood aside. Evacuating women and children first, though, with many woman cradling infants, left no men in the lifeboats to do the rowing. So the policy was changed to put more men in with the women and children. A crew member also went with each lifeboat, usually an able-bodied seaman, but in Lifeboat NO. 7A, the crew member was the assistant bartender.
Launching then lowering each lifeboat could be difficult. Yet boats 1, 1A, 2, and 2A, on the forward deck of the ship, were swung out on their davits and lowered to the deck level, then filled with passengers and crew, and lowered into the water. All four boats got away quickly, before 8 P.M. The submarine’s torpedo hit the stern (back) of the ship. On the starboard (right) side, Boats 3, 5, and 7 were lowered into the water without passengers. Rope ladders were hung over the side of the Athenia for the passengers to scramble down into the boats. The weight of the people on these ladders was too much and one of the side ropes broke, leaving people dangling. Ruth Rabenold was climbing down the ladder into boat No. 3 and saw several women miss the boat and fall into the sea. When they came up, they were choking from swallowing seawater and oil. Others got in their lifeboats by shimmying down a fire hose. Many were not strong enough to grip the wide hose and fell into the sea. They were all pulled into their lifeboats.
Judith Evelyn, Andrew Allan, and the Rev. Allan were no longer lining up for boat No. 10. They were now getting into boat No. 5A. Judith was halfway down the broken rope ladder and was hauled on board with difficulty. One woman, tossed into the boat, hurt her ribs. A stout woman fell into the water, and in the process of the men pulling her into the lifeboat, she broke her arm.
Judith and the Allans’ boat, 5A, scraped and bumped along the side of the listing ship. Seaman Dillon took charge of this boat, “which was loaded from the promenade deck with about sixty-four people all wearing lifejackets. The boat was cut away from the falls (part of the ropes and pulley system for lowering the boat) with a hatchet, and as it pulled away from the ship, two stewards climbed down the lifelines into the water and were hauled into the boat.”[xviii] The Kucharczuk family was loaded into lifeboat #5A, except for the twenty-one year-old son Jan, who got into another boat.
Many lifeboats had to deal with the plug coming out of the bottom of the boat, which allowed it to fill with seawater and oil. Passengers used their shoes to furiously bail. Many sat in waist deep water. They shot off flares. They dealt with wet clothing, water, waves, cold, brief rainsqualls, seasick people vomiting from the roll of the waves in the six-to-ten-foot swells, and lost children. Maneuvering the heavy lifeboats in the waves was the real problem. It was difficult to find the oarlocks and put them in place. The rowers aimed to keep the boat headed into the wind. Women, boys, and men took turns with the oars. Maxine Robinson, 16, one of the Texas college girls rowed for four hours and her hands were covered in blisters. Some of the crew members had broken arms.
Passengers in lifeboat No. 5A dealt with these matters, as well, and something much worse. As Andrew Allan wrote:
The man at the tiller in the stern sheets (the front of the rowboat) was an ordinary seaman, without either temperament or training for an event of this kind. He made a fatal mistake. We had seen the riding lights of a ship, (he) apparently hove to (pulled up)and had made for them. The ship, [although we didn’t know it then] was the Knute Nelson, a Norwegian freighter, standing by for survivors. Since she was in ballast, she was riding high, her (propeller) blades (in the stern) well out of the water. Our man in the stern sheets, in his eagerness, came around the stern. At this moment, to keep seaway, she (the Knute Nelson) turned over her engines. Her naked blades thrashed at the water—caught us in the wash—and hacked us to pieces. On the thwart (seat) ahead of me a man was cut in half, as I leapt into the sea.
I seemed to be going down forever, lungs bursting, before I emerged into air again. A young steward in a white coat was struggling with something. “Push!” he said. We both pushed at a fragment of our shattered lifeboat. We turned it keel-up, to keep what air we could under it for buoyancy. The riding lights of the Knute Nelson were an astonishing distance away, and receding. There was no sound except the wash of waters.
As I perched with the steward on our bit of keel (the backbone of the lifeboat), I heard my name called. I called back, in voice that could not possibly have been mine. Judith swam out of the blackness and climbed beside us.
There was room for only about eight of us on that keel: a dizzy, precarious perch, the water washing clear over our heads at times. Perhaps a dozen or so more clung to us, unable to hoist themselves out of the sea. It was cold, and it was three hundred miles from land.
..[A] big yacht…passed us and ignored us. We all cried out together, but she held to her way. She was the Southern Cross, belonging to the Swedish millionaire, Axel Wenner-Gren, friend of Hermann Goering. That was when our people died. They rattled and gasped and dropped away.
Then, at the first streak of dawn, there was the tiny outline of a ship….We shouted “Ahoy!”…[S]he stopped… And she made for us with incredible speed. She was the British destroyer, Escort. Seven of us were hauled up the side of that destroyer; six of us lived. It was later calculated that there had been eighty-five in our lifeboat.
…I never saw my father again.[xix]
Of the Kucharczuk family on lifeboat 5A, only the father and one daughter, Nina, 19, survived.[xx] Jan was rescued from his separate lifeboat. The three Kucharczuks were united through the Red Cross. Several ships rescued lifeboat passengers. Of the 1,418 aboard, 98 passengers and 19 crew members were killed. Fifty were crushed in the propeller of the Knute Nelson. Another accident happened when No. 8 lifeboat capsized in a rough sea below the stern of the Southern Cross, killing ten people. Three people were crushed to death in the transfer from the lifeboats to the Royal Navy destroyers.
Once Chief Officer Copland was rescued by the Electra, he consulted with the Athenia’s doctor to be sure that Rose Griffin with the broken nose was carried to a lifeboat. This had not been done. The Electra supplied its whale motorboat for Copland and others to return to the Athenia around 10 A.M. Monday morning. The ship had a 30-degree list to port, was down at the stern, riding low in the water. The men boarded the Athenia, located Rose Griffin still in the hospital ward, unconscious still, and put her in the motorboat. The ship was beyond saving. The rescue team watched as the Athenia “heel over on her port beam. Her bow rose almost straight up out the water, showing her bright bottom paint with water streaming off. Almost in slow motion, the Athenia then settled stern first into the sea.”[xxi] It was almost 11:00 A.M. The Athenia took fourteen hours to sink. Rose Griffin was taken to Victoria Infirmary in Glasgow where she died from her injuries.
The passenger liner Orizaba brought home Athenia survivors to America. Travelers to Canada arrived on the City of Flint.
In October, Germany spoke about the sinking of the Athenia:
BERLIN, Oct. 22—Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels in a radio broadcast tonight presented himself in the role of prosecuting attorney before a world court accusing Winston Churchill, Britain’s First Lord of the Admiralty, of having ordered the sinking of the Athenia in an effort to get the United States into the war.[xxii]
[1] “This past night” Shirer, William L., The Nightmare Years, 1930-1940, 20th Century Journey, a Memoir of a Life and the Times V. 2 (Boston ; Toronto: Little, Brown, 1984), 446.
[2] Carroll, Francis M., Athenia Torpedoed: The U-Boat Attack That Ignited the Battle of the Atlantic (Annapolis, Md.: Naval Institute Press, 2012), 16.
[3] “cosmopolitan” ibid., 19.
[4] “Titianna-Juka””Kucharczuk Family-Survivor Account and Passenger Lists,” Benjidog Historical Research Resources: Athenia.
[5] “ consisting of cork” “The Sinking of the Ss Athenia,” The National WWII Museum, New Orleans, September 3, 2020.
[6] “Eternal Father” Caulfield, Max, Tomorrow Never Came; the Story of the S.S. Athenia, 1st American ed. (New York,: Norton, 1959), 49.
[7] “we shan’t” Carroll, F. M., 2.
[8] “a pipe” Caulfield, M., 63.
[9] “when the dining room” Carroll, F. M., 2.
[10] “a warning shot” Gregory, Mackenzie, “Ss Athenia, First Casualty of the U-Boat War on the 3rd of September 1939,” Ahoy-Mac’s Web Log.
[11] “By order” Carroll, F. M., 37.
[12] “The explosion” ibid., 49.
[13] “galley floor” ibid., 40.
[14] “We have to go” ibid., 44.
[15] “I’m stepping” ibid.
[16] “I will never” ibid., 47.
Chapter 3: To the Lifeboats
[xvii] “Women and children first” ibid., 58.
[xviii] “Seaman Dillon” ibid., 55.
[xix] “the man at the tiller” Allan, Andrew, Andrew Allan : A Self-Portrait (Toronto: Macmillan of Canada, 1974), 88-9.
[xx] “survived” “Kucharczuk Family-Survivor Account and Passenger Lists.”
[xxi] “heel over” Carroll, F. M., 81.
[xxii] “Propaganda Minister” “Goebbels Attacks Churchill as ‘Liar’,” New York Times (New York), October 23, 1939.
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Roald Dahl (1916-1990), one of the world’s best storytellers for children, among illustrations for his books by Quentin Blake. Undated photo.
British children’s writer Roald Dahl ate chocolates and sweets “pretty much every mealtime,” remembers daughter Ophelia Dahl:
“He…was fascinated by the cross section of the Mars bar – the layers of chocolate, caramel and nougat. He would never just bite it, but always cut it and have a look at it like it was a section of the Earth.” (1)
After dinner, whether dining alone or entertaining guests, Dahl would pass around a little red plastic box full of Mars Bars, Milky Ways, Maltesers, Kit Kats and much more.
He knew the history of all the sweets and could tell you exactly when they were invented. 1937 was a big year when Kit Kats (his favorite), Rolos, and Smarties (his dog, Chopper’s favorite) were invented. He wrote a history of chocolate, lecturing schoolchildren to commit such dates to memory such as 1928 when “Cadbury’s Fruit and Nut bar popped up on the scene,” (2) saying,
“Don’t bother with the Kings and Queens of England. All of you should learn these dates instead. Perhaps the Headmistress will see from now on that it becomes part of the major teaching in this school.” (3)
According to Dahl, the Golden Years of Chocolate were 1930-1937. In 1930, Roald Dahl was 14 years old. He was a student at Repton, a prestigious boys’ boarding school in England. It was a harsh environment: those in authority were more interested in controlling than educating the students. In Boy: Tales of Childhood, Dahl writes :
“By now, I am sure you will be wondering why I lay so much emphasis upon school beatings….The answer is that I cannot help it. All through my school life I was appalled by the fact that masters and senior boys were allowed literally to wound other boys, and sometimes quite severely. I couldn’t get over it. I never have got over it. It would, of course, be unfair to suggest that all masters were constantly beating the daylights out of all the boys in those days. They weren’t. Only a few did so, but that was quite enough to leave a lasting impression of horror upon me.”
Ironically, it was at this difficult period that chocolate became Dahl’s passion. Near Repton was a Cadbury chocolate factory. Every so often, Cadbury would send each schoolboy a sampler box of new chocolates to taste and grade. They were using the students – “the greatest chocolate bar experts in the world” to test out their new inventions.
This was when Dahl’s imagination took flight. He pictured factories with inventing rooms with pots of chocolate and fudge and “all sorts of other delicious fillings bubbling away on the stoves.” (4)
“It was lovely dreaming those dreams….[and] when I was looking for a plot for my second book for children, I remembered those little cardboard boxes and the newly-invented chocolates inside them, and I began to write a book called Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.”
For the record, Roald Dahl did not like chocolate cake or chocolate ice cream. He said,
“I prefer my chocolate straight.”
This is a reblog.
(1) The Daily Mail
(2) Dahl, Roald. “The Chocolate Revolution,” Sunday Magazine. September 7, 1997.
(4) Dahl, Roald. Boy: Tales of Childhood. New York: Puffin Books, 1984.
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Regarding some of my recent posts on insane asylums (see sidebar, “Categories: The Insane Asylum”), my neighbor and friend, Karen O’Quin, wrote:
I really liked your blog – thanks for sending!! I see a theme there. My experience with Austin State Hospital is that when I first started working at Travis State School in 1967, they only had men there – they called them “boys”. Some had been there for years as they had been admitted to ASH long before because they were a little “weird” and then became too institutionalized to be let out. They did not have IQs consistent with mental retardation. Some were later placed in group homes. I don’t know if you’ve read Mary, Mrs. A Lincoln, but it is her account of being committed to a lunatic asylum by her son, Robert. Someone very recently found letters she had written to her attorneys from the asylum. I think they were going to be a book, too.

Mary Lincoln (1818-1882)
When I was young, I remember my mother talking about Mary Todd Lincoln, wife of Abraham Lincoln, and her inappropriate and extravagant spending sprees during the depth of the Civil War. Above all I remember Mom mentioning that Mary had a collection of about 300 pairs of gloves. Thinking about it now, it reminds me of Imelda Marcos, wife of the president of the Philippines, Ferdinand Marcos, and her closet rack of 2700 pairs of shoes.
Mary Todd and Abraham Lincoln came together as husband and wife from two very different worlds. Mary was pampered and rich; Abraham was tested and wise. Both were prone to depression but it was Mary, with her fragile mind, perhaps schizophrenic or bipolar, who finally cratered under the constant barrage of grief and loss that became her sad lot in life. Three of her sons died while her husband was president during a bloody and acrimonious civil war. The hate mail sent to her husband was unbelievable. Then her beloved Abraham, her anchor, was assassinated. It was more than Mary could bear. She descended into madness.
She began to wander hotel corridors in her nightgown, was certain someone was trying to poison her, complained that an Indian spirit was removing wires from her eyes, and continued her frantic spending, purchasing yard after yard of elegant drapery when she had no windows in which to hang it. (PBS American Experience: “The Time of the Lincolns”)
The doctors treated her with laudanum which gave her hallucinations, eye spasms, and headaches. She began to behave bizarrely, creating a public scandal. Her only surviving son Robert, a practicing attorney, arranged an insanity trial and had her committed to the asylum Bellevue Place just outside Chicago. Although Mary was only hospitalized for three months, she never forgave Robert for the humiliation and deprivation.
A recently published book, The Madness of Mary Lincoln by Jason Emerson, awarded “Book of the Year” by the Illinois State Historical Society in 2007, examines Mary’s mental illness. The book is based on a rare find – a trunk of letters found in the attic of Robert Lincoln’s lawyer. They contain the lost letters written by Mary during her stay in the asylum. The book sheds light on the ongoing mystery of Mary’s mental illness, its nature, roots, and progression, and suggests that Abraham Lincoln had some understanding of it and provided stability.
This is a reblog.
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On the morning of Sunday, Dec. 7, 1941, the Imperial Japanese Navy Air Service leveled a surprise military attack upon the United States against the American naval base at Pearl Harbor, on Honolulu, Territory of Hawaii. Over the next seven hours, the Japanese attacked the U.S.-held Philippines, Guam, and Wake Island as well as on Pacific holdings of the British Empire—Malaya, Singapore, and Hong Kong. The next day, the U.S. and Great Britain declared war on Japan. This was America’s formal entry into WWII. Great Britain had declared war on Nazi Germany in May 1940 and had, over the interim 19 months called “the Blitz,” resisted Hitler’s attempts to unrelentingly force Britain into capitulation to Nazi control by massively bombing English cities.
British Prime Minister Winston Churchill had awaited this day. However, he was worried—albeit only briefly—that American President Franklin Delano Roosevelt would focus on defeating only the Japanese, but, then, just days after their joint declaration of war on the Eastern Front, on December 11, 1941, Hitler declared war on America and America “returned the favor,” joining the Allied Powers. Churchill and Roosevelt were now in the same boat in the war against the Axis Powers. At last, there was hope that Britain could be saved from German invasion and rule. Western Europe had already fallen.
The next month, on December 13, 1941, Churchill, Lord Beaverbrook, and American envoy to England, Averell Harriman, and a host of over fifty other men ranging from valets to Britain’s topmost military officials set out for Washington, D.C., aboard the new battleship, the Duke of York, at great risk and under strictest secrecy, to meet with Roosevelt and coordinate war strategy. Roosevelt (FDR) worried about the risk and tried to dissuade Churchill to cancel the trip. Crossing the North Atlantic Ocean in mid-winter was rough. The 45,000-ton battleship battled gale force winds. The crossing was dangerous for another reason, too. Those waters were heavily-patrolled by lethal Nazi U-boats. Had the Duke of York been sunk, it would have decapitated the British government. Nevertheless, Churchill pressed on, undeterred.
The historic meeting was known as the Arcadia Conference. Churchill, Roosevelt, and representatives from 24 other countries decided how to project a unified front to defeat the Axis Powers:
Although he and FDR and been speaking over the telephone since 1939, this would be Churchill’s first wartime visit to D.C. and his second visit with the President. He and many others in his entourage would stay at the White House, guests of both Franklin, 59, and First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt.
Churchill’s doctor, Sir Charles Wilson, also sailing to America, marveled at the change in Churchill, age 67, at this decisive turn of events. Wilson wrote:
“He is a different man since America came into the war. The Winston I knew in London frightened me….I could see that he was carrying the weight of the world, and wondered how long he could go on like that and what could be done about it. And now—in a night, it seems, a younger man has taken his place.”
With America as its ally, England would be safe.
That first night at the White House, Churchill’s valet butler Frank Sawyers, present at all hours and charged with running two daily baths for the prime minister, started the nighttime bath for Mr. Churchill. The water temperature had to be precisely at 98 degrees and the bathtub filled to two-thirds. As was his custom, while soaking in his bath, Churchill kept working, his agile mind overflowing with words that had to be recorded. He dictated to his traveling stenographer, Patrick Kinna. Done with his bath, Churchill then emerged from the water, and was wrapped in a big towel by Sawyers. Patrick Kinna recalled to Sir Martin Gilbert:
“[Churchill] walked into his adjoining bedroom, followed by me, notebook in hand” and he “continued to dictate while pacing up and down the enormous room.”
Eventually the towel fell to the ground.
Inspector Thompson was also in the bedroom at this time. He was the prime minister’s detective. He was scouting various points of dangers, checking for assassins, when someone knocked at the door. At Churchill’s direction, Thompson answered, and found President Roosevelt outside in his wheelchair, alone in the hall. Thompson opened the door wide and saw odd expression come over the president’s face as he looked into the room behind the detective.
“I turned,” Thompson wrote. “Winston Churchill was stark naked, a drink in one hand, a cigar in the other.”
FDR prepared to wheel himself out.
“Come on in, Franklin,” Churchill said. “We’re quite alone.”
FDR gave an “odd shrug,” then wheeled himself in.
“You see, Mr. President,” Churchill said, “I have nothing to hide.”
Church slung a towel over his shoulder and for the next hour talked with FDR while walking around the room “in a state of nature,” sipping his drink and now and then refilling the president’s glass.
Sources:
Larson, Erik. The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz (2020).
Singer, Barry. Churchill Style: The Art of Being Winston Churchill (2012)
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In Nellie Bly’s book, Ten Days in a Mad-House (see category, “Nellie Bly,” for related posts), Nellie Bly described various women she met in the Blackwell Island Women’s Lunatic Asylum. She was confined to Hall 6 with 45 of the least dangerous women in the institution. While some of them were certifiably “crazy,” (her words), many, she felt, had been wrongly locked up. A Frenchwoman, for example, named Josephine Despreau, fell sick in a boarding house and the woman of the house called in the police. They arrested her and took her to the station-house. She didn’t understand the proceedings because of the language barrier and the judge paid no attention to her protests. She was locked up in the insane asylum in no time.
Well into the twentieth century, it was easy to get a woman locked up in a mental institution. It was not unheard of for a man to tire of his wife in favor of another woman and get his wife declared insane and committed to an insane asylum. I was remarking upon this horror the other day and my mother told me that my great uncle Sam P did this very thing to his wife Helen. He had her committed to an asylum in San Antonio. Helen found a way out, though, and slipped away to Corpus Christi to live with her sister.
Do any of you have any asylum stories to share?
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Nellie Bly (1864-1922)
I’ve been thinking about the very different lives of reporter Nellie Bly and Rosemary Kennedy. Although over fifty years separated these women, both found themselves at the age of 23 at the mercy of mental health “professionals.” Nellie Bly placed herself in a dangerous lunatic asylum as an investigative journalist because she was desperate to land a job in a world that didn’t welcome female professionals. How else was an uneducated woman to earn a living in 1887?
Bly was the thirteenth of her wealthy father’s fifteen children, her mother being her father’s second wife. When Bly was six, her father died, failing to make specific provisions for Nellie, her mother, and her two brothers. Like many other great women, Nellie Bly (like Annie Oakley) took it upon herself to find a way to take care of her family. She ran a boarding house with her mother and marveled that her uneducated brothers were able to find jobs as clerks and drummers yet, because she was an uneducated woman, she could only aspire to be a chambermaid or washer-woman. Thus it was Nellie’s poverty and the absence of a father that lead her to have herself committed, at the age of 23, to an insane asylum.
But the converse was true of Rosemary Kennedy. Rosemary landed in a mental institution because she was rich and had a father. She had the misfortune to be born “mildly mentally retarded, into a family dominated by her driven and ruthlessly ambitious father,” Joseph P. Kennedy. Rosemary had been living in a convent to keep her out of the public eye, but, as she developed as a young woman, she had begun sneaking out to see boys, and Kennedy was worried that she might damage his famous family’s reputation.

Rosemary Kennedy (back) (1918-2005), with sister Jean and brother Robert
In an attempt to settle her down, her father, without telling his wife, used his money and powerful connections to arrange for his 23-year-old learning-disabled daughter Rosemary to undergo experimental brain surgery, one of the first prefrontal lobotomies ever performed. The operation took place in 1941, but, according to the historian Doris Kearns Goodwin, “something went terribly wrong.” Rosemary emerged from surgery not better, but far worse. She regressed to a state of helpless infancy and was confined to a mental asylum for the rest of her life until her death in 2005. Nellie Bly’s story, though, has a happy ending. She walked out of the asylum a free woman and an international celebrity.
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ellie Bly was put on the island boat and sent to Blackwell’s Island. For ten days, she experienced firsthand the horrors of being locked up in cruel and inhumane conditions. Upon her arrival, she was fed a disgusting meal of pink watery tea, prunes, and bread that was dirty and black and mostly dried dough. She found a spider in the slice given her. She didn’t eat it. Later she learned that the nurses didn’t like it when you didn’t eat your food. They might beat you for that.
After sitting in that long, freezing dining hall on bare yellow benches for what seemed an eternity, Bly and the other women in her ward were marched in two lines into a freezing cold, wet bathroom. As everyone looked on, the nurses stripped Bly of every bit of her clothing. They took away her dress, her skirts, her shoes, her stockings, and her hat. She then was forced to bathe in an ice-cold tub and be scrubbed by one of the craziest women in the ward.
“My teeth chattered and my limbs were goose-fleshed and blue with cold,” Nellie wrote later of the experience. “Suddenly I got, one after the other, three buckets of water over my head – ice-cold water, too, into my eyes, my ears, my nose and my mouth.”
The nurses then put her, dripping wet, into a short flannel slip and locked her in an individual cell for the night. She couldn’t sleep. She kept picturing what would happen should a fire break out in the asylum. Every door was locked individually and bars covered the high windows. Should the building burn, there was no way the nurses or doctors could possibly unlock each door before the flames would engulf the building. She and the others would roast to death.
The asylum was spotlessly clean but it wasn’t the nurses who kept it so. The patients did all the work. There was little to distract the patients’ mind from the terrible cold and gnawing hunger. There were no books. The inmates did enjoy their short walks around the beautiful grounds. It was on one of those walks that Nellie Bly passed the kitchen and got a glimpse at the sort of food being prepared for the nurses and doctors: melons and grapes and all sorts of fruits, beautiful white bread and nice meats.
Bly complained to the doctors about the thin clothing issued to the patients, the intolerable cold, and the inedible food, but nothing came of it. It was only after her release ten days later that Nellie Bly would be able to draw attention to the neglect and abuse of people with mental disorders and others unfortunate enough to be sentenced to the asylum. Her expose of the conditions within the Lunatic Asylum, published in the World and later in book form, Ten Days in a Mad-House , caused a sensation. Nellie Bly became an instant celebrity. 
The public demanded to know how Nellie Bly had managed to hoodwink four physicians into believing she was insane. A grand jury launched an investigation into the claims made in Bly’s report and recommended the changes she had proposed, prompting an $850,000 increase in the budget of the Department of Public Charities and Corrections for the treatment of the insane.

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One day, during my stay in New York, I paid a visit to the different public institutions on Long Island, or Rhode Island: I forget which. One of them is a Lunatic Asylum. The building is handsome; and is remarkable for a spacious and elegant staircase. The whole structure is not yet finished, but it is already one of considerable size and extent, and is capable of accommodating a very large number of patients.
I cannot say that I derived much comfort from the inspection of this charity.The different wards might have been cleaner and better ordered; I saw nothing of that salutary system which had impressed me so favourably elsewhere; and everything had a lounging, listless, madhouse air, which was very painful. The moping idiot, cowering down with long dishevelled hair; the gibbering maniac, with his hideous laugh and pointed finger; the vacant eye, the fierce wild face, the gloomy picking of the hands and lips, and munching of the nails: there they were all, without disguise, in naked ugliness and horror. In the dining room, a bare, dull, dreary place, with nothing for the eye to rest on but the empty walls, a woman was locked up alone. She was bent, they told me, on committing suicide. If anything could have strengthened her in her resolution, it would certainly have been the insupportable monotony of such an existence. The terrible crowd with which these halls and galleries were filled, so shocked me, that I abridged my stay within the shortest limits, and declined to see that portion of the building in which the refractory and violent were under closer restraint.
I have no doubt that the gentleman who presided over this establishment at the time I write of, was competent to manage it, and had done all in his power to promote its usefulness: but will lit be believed that the miserable strife of Party feeling is carried even into this sad refuge of afflicted and degraded humanity? Will it be believed that the eyes which are to watch over and control the wanderings of minds on which the most dreadful visitation to which our nature is exposed has fallen, must wear the glasses of some wretched side in Politics? Will it be believed that the governor of such a house as this, is appointed, and deposed, and changed perpetually, as Parties fluctuate and vary, and as their despicable weathercocks are blown this way or that? A hundred times in every week, some new most paltry exhibition of that narrow-minded and injurious Party Spirit, which is the Simoom of America, sickening and blighting everything of wholesome life within its reach, was forced upon my notice; but I never turned my back upon it with feelings of such deep disgust and measureless contempt, as when I crossed the threshold of this madhouse.
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Nellie Bly could have won an Academy Award for her impersonation of a lunatic. On the morning of Saturday, September 24, 1887, within twenty-four hours of checking into the Temporary Home for Females at No. 84 Second Avenue, the police were called to escort “Nellie Brown” to the Essex police station. The assistant matron of the boardinghouse told the police that “Nellie Brown” had so terrified her female boarders with her crazy rantings that they feared being murdered in her beds. Bly claimed that all the women in the house were crazy. She had forgotten who she was, she said, and lost her trunks. She acted confused, vague, but not dangerous.

The police took Bly before Judge Duffy who ordered her sent to Bellevue Hospital for examination, where Dr. William C. Braisted, head of the insane pavilion there, said Bly was “undoubtedly insane.” (1) There she passed two freezing cold nights, remembering that “all night long we were kept awake by the talk of the nurses and their heavy walking through the uncarpeted halls.” Nellie, being Nellie, complained to the nurses and the doctors about the lack of heat in the institution and the poor conditions. She was told that she could expect no kindness in the place as it was a charitable institution!
The stay at Bellevue was temporary though. The next day – Monday – a boat was expected. It would take Nellie Bly away permanently to Blackwell’s Island Lunatic Asylum for Women.
Just think. The speed of the thing was dizzying. On Thursday Nellie Bly had been sitting in the offices of the New York World contemplating the assignment of posing as an insane woman to gain admittance into an institution. It seemed an impossible hurdle – to be declared insane and committed for life to an insane asylum. Yet it was a mere three days later and Nellie Bly – a completely normal person – was being committed for life to an insane asylum – on the notorious Blackwell’s Island. How many other unfortunates had also suffered this fate?
(1) Kroeger, Brooke. Nelly Bly. (New York: Random House, 1994)
Next: Nellie being Nellie
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Nellie Bly accepted the assignment. The task was frightening – to get herself committed to an asylum, to live among the lunatics for a week or so, then to write an expose on the conditions there – and she was nervous. But not about her skills as a writer. Her knack for including the telling detail made her articles compelling reading. No, she was nervous because she did not think she could pull off convincing the doctors that she was insane.
Bly had never known a crazy person. Just how did a crazy person look, she wondered.
“So I flew to the mirror and examined my face,” she wrote later. “I remembered all I had read of the doings of crazy people, how first of all they have staring eyes, and so I opened mine as wide as possible and stared unblinkingly at my own reflection.” She began to sweat nervously, which unfortunately took the curl out of her Victorian bangs. Over and over again, she practiced her crazy face in the mirror. She ended up staying up all night, rehearsing her new role, thinking about her new mission, and reading scores of ghost stories to put her in a lunatic frame of mind.
When morning came, she bathed, bid her soap and toothbrush a fond farewell, and put on nondescript clothing. Then she went out into the street in search of a boarding house where she could begin her charade as the little lost and nutty Nellie Brown from Cuba.
Next: Inside the Madhouse
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It had been four months since she’d left Pittsburgh for New York yet Elizabeth Jane Cochran, or “Nellie Bly,” as her byline read, still hadn’t landed a job as a newspaper reporter. She had left the Pittsburgh Dispatch because she was tired of being assigned to the ladies’ pages – writing the society column, reviewing operas, and reporting on the latest women’s fashions.
It was now September of 1887. Bly was running out of money – and then she lost her purse, losing the little bit of money she had left. “I was penniless,” she wrote later, yet she still was not willing to return her former position in Pittsburgh, an industrial city so ugly, said a writer for the Atlantic Monthly, that it was “like looking into hell with the lid off.” New York was the center of the publishing world, a world dominated by men, a fact not lost on Bly. She had to be clever, very clever, to convince a newspaper why they should hire her, a woman, and not a man.
So Bly made up a list of clever story ideas, sure to boost any newspaper’s circulation. Then she borrowed cabfare from her landlady and headed to Park Row, home to the city’s newspaper offices. She managed to talk her way into the office of the managing editor of the New York World Colonel John Cockerill. She took out her list of ideas. She offered to sail steerage class from Europe to America so she could report firsthand the experiences of an immigrant.
Cockerill didn’t like her idea, but he must have recognized Bly’s potential, because he proposed an even wilder assignment. Why didn’t Bly fake insanity, he asked, and get herself committed to the Women’s Lunatic Asylum? As an undercover agent, Bly could witness for herself and later report on the rumored abuses suffered by the inmates at the hands of a sadistic staff.
The notorious Women’s Lunatic Asylum was set on the 120-acre sliver of land called Blackwell’s Island in the East River. It was surrounded by prisons and charity institutions. If Bly accepted the assignment, she would be asking for trouble. It could be dangerous. Bly had never been around crazy people before. Could she pull it off? What if she got sent to Blackwell’s Island, got locked up in the asylum with a bunch of lunatics and couldn’t get out?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nellie_Bly
Kroeger, Brooke. Nellie Bly. (New York: Random House, 1994)
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/world/
Next: Nellie decides.
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During the WWII years, actress Gene Tierney was at the height of her popularity. Her image graced countless magazine covers.
Gene Tierney took time to entertain the troops at the Hollywood Canteen. From 1942-45, three million service personnel on leave – men and women, black and white – would pass through the doors of that converted barn to rub elbows with the stars. On any given night, Bob Hope might be on the stage cracking jokes while Rita Hayworth made sandwiches, Harry James played trumpet, or Hedy Lamarr danced with the soldiers.

Marlene Dietrich and Rita Hayworth serve food at the Hollywood Canteen, 1942
In the spring of 1943, Gene finished filming “Heaven Can Wait” in Hollywood. She was expecting her first child and, gratefully, not yet showing signs of pregnancy. She had kept that a secret for fear of being replaced in the film. She longed to be with husband Oleg Cassini in Kansas, where he was stationed in the army.
Before leaving Los Angeles and starting her maternity leave, Gene decided to make one last appearance at the Hollywood Canteen. So, that night, Gene showed her support of American troops by signing autographs, mingling with the crowd, and shaking hands. The troops were homesick and sad; a little stardust lightened their load.
A few days after that visit, Gene woke up with red spots covering her arms and face. She had the German measles, or rubella. In 1943, there was no vaccine to prevent contracting the measles. That would not be available for 22 more years. Obstetricians advised patients to avoid crowds in their first four months of pregnancy, to avoid contracting the measles. At the time, it was believed that measles was a harmless childhood disease.
Little did Gene know at the time, but, just two years earlier,
“…[B]y studying a small cluster of cases in Australia, [eye doctor] Dr. N. M. Gregg first noted that the rubella virus could cause cataracts, deafness, heart deformities and mental retardation [in an unborn child].” (3)
Of course, this was before TV and Internet gave us 24/7 news cycles that would have immediately alerted the public to this critical finding. Gene didn’t know that her small act of kindness at the Canteen would have tragic and long-term consequences for both her and her baby’s health.
After a week of doctor-ordered rest, Gene rested, got better, then packed her bags for Fort Riley, Kansas, to join Oleg. The next several months were devoted to making her Junction City home ready for the baby and being a couple.
By the fall, Gene was living in Washington, D.C., while Oleg was awaiting orders in Virginia. On the morning of October 15, 1943, Gene gave birth to a premature baby girl, weighing only two and a half pounds. Oleg flew to Washington and joined his wife at Columbia Hospital. They named their baby “Daria.”
Doctors informed them that Daria was not in good shape. She was premature and going blind. She had cataracts in both eyes. After reviewing Gene’s medical chart, the doctors concluded that Gene’s measles were responsible for the baby’s defects. They cited the studies done by the Australian eye doctor, Dr. Gregg.
Daria continued to have health problems and delayed development. She had no inner ear fluid and became deaf. It was clear that she suffered from mental retardation. Gene and Oleg hoped against hope that a doctor somewhere could cure Daria. But, after consulting one specialist after another (much of it paid for by Howard Hughes), they had to face the fact that Daria was permanently disabled and needed more care than they were capable of giving her at home.
When Daria was about two years old, Gene got an unexpected jolt. She was at a tennis function. A fan approached her.
“Ms. Tierney, do you remember me?” asked the woman.
Gene had no memory of having met the stranger. She shook her head and replied, “No. Should I?”
The woman told Gene that she was in the women’s branch of the Marines and had met Gene at the Hollywood Canteen.
Gene never would forget what the woman said next.
“By the way, Ms. Tierney, did you happen to catch the German measles after that night I saw you at the Canteen?”
The woman revealed that she had had the measles herself at the time but had broken quarantine just to see Gene at the Canteen.
Gene was dumbstruck. That woman had given her the measles! She was the sole cause of Daria’s disabilities. Gene said nothing. She just turned and walked away.
When Daria was four, Oleg and Gene made the difficult decision to institutionalize Daria (1943-2010). Daria spent most of her life at the ELWYN, an institution for specially disabled in Vineland, NJ.
Gene Tierney never fully recovered from the blow that Daria was disabled. Although she gave birth to another daughter that was healthy, her marriage to Oleg ended in divorce, and her mental health began to deteriorate. She couldn’t concentrate. On the movie set, she would forget her lines. She began to fall apart and live a life of “stark misery and despair,” said ex-husband Oleg.
In much of the 1950s, Gene went from one mental health facility to another seeking help with her bouts of high and low moods and suicidal thoughts. She received 27 shock treatments, destroying even more of her memory. It is believed that Gene Tierney suffered from bipolar depression during a time when effective treatment for that disease was in its infancy.
If Daria had been born after 1965, Gene Tierney would have been vaccinated against the German measles and Daria would have been born healthy.
Currently, parts of the United States are experiencing an unusual outbreak of measles due to the antivaccination movement. Some parents in the western part of the United States have decided not to vaccinate their children due to unfounded worries about it causing autism. These few anti-vaxers are putting our whole population at risk.
Make no mistake. Measles is a highly contagious disease and is anything but harmless including to the fetus:
“Symptoms of measles include fever as high as 105, cough, runny nose, redness of eyes, and a rash that begins at the head and then spreads to the rest of the body. It can lead to inflammation of the brain, pneumonia and death.” (1)
and
“The very success of immunizations has turned out to be an Achilles’ heel,” said Dr. Mark Sawyer, a pediatrician and infectious disease specialist at Rady Children’s Hospital in San Diego. “Most of these parents have never seen measles, and don’t realize it could be a bad disease so they turn their concerns to unfounded risks. They do not perceive risk of the disease but perceive risk of the vaccine.” (2)
Postscript: In 1962, Dame Agatha Christie published the detective fiction, The Mirror Crack’d from Side to Side, using the real-life tragedy of Gene Tierney as the basis for her plot.
Readers, my new book, When People Were Things: Harriet Beecher Stowe, Abraham Lincoln, and the Emancipation Proclamation, is published.
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“Watch on the Rhine,” with Bette Davis and Paul Lucas, and “OSS,” with Alan Ladd. All of those are great movies.
One day, during my stay in New York, I paid a visit to the different public institutions on Long Island, or Rhode Island: I forget which. One of them is a Lunatic Asylum. The building is handsome; and is remarkable for a spacious and elegant staircase. The whole structure is not yet finished, but it is already one of considerable size and extent, and is capable of accommodating a very large number of patients.





















