Whaddaya mean ya don’t have a life? What are we, chopped liver? Your gardening and literary advisement has enriched my life in any number of ways, and, like everyone else here, I appreciate your input immensely! Can’t always act on suggestions because of financial/other constraints, but definitely have a to-do list which includes tons of your suggestions and the suggestions and methodology of others on this thread.
Thankyouthankyouthankyou!
I have the Turner Classic Movie channel on and am reminded of my private meeting with Hollywood director and producer Cecil B. De Mille right after he directed/produced “The Ten Commandments”. How on earth did I meet him you wonder?
I was a chaperone at a Jr./Sr. dance in Tyler, Texas. The bathrooms must have been on the mezzanine floor as I don't remember how a few students and I ended up on that floor. There was a door with a sign on it saying Cecil B. De Mille was staying in that room. One of the students before I could stop her, knocked on the door and the students fled, leaving me standing in front of the door.
Mr. De Mille opened the door and I apologized for the student knocking on the door. He insisted I come in and we sat together with his talking about the movie. He was a religious man and the film meant more to him than just being a film. He wanted the film to be an accurate presentation of Moses and the ten commandments.
He was to speak at a church the next day, Sunday, and invited me to come, so the next day I was in that church.
Go forward many years to maybe six years ago, and my documentary film director son, Wayne Derrick, was in Egypt, to film the mountain thought to be the one where Moses received the ten commandments. The group of people who live at the bottom of the mountain, knew he was coming to go up into the mountain, so some men made the ten commandments out of solid concrete, so heavy no man could carry them. Sometimes, Wayne has to be a diplomat in his meeting with people.