Hello, all my fellow posters! Did y'all miss me? (LOL - just kidding.)
Well, I just came back to share some good news with y'all. I have decided to scrap my plans to write about Natalie and her sad story. There is really too much stress and too much b.s. involved to continue. I do not need the stress anymore. I've wasted eight months on this mystery, and it has taken an unfortunate toll on me. You guys here are really not the issue. You are more or less for comic relief. But, there are others outside of this forum who are the real losers. There are many to list, but I'm not going to.
I am not a quitter by nature, but felt this is best for me. See the headline here to see how I feel about this defeat. It is an anonymous qoute. No worries, though. I am a poet and a historian, and I do enjoy writing stories of that nature. I will contine to do that. My book so far has gotten great reviews, and I fully plan to continue that. I will be writing next about Kathryn Hepburn, and her exciting life and career she had. I'll save the controversial b.s. for other authors.
As for Nataie's story, never have I encountered a subject to write about in which there was so much hate-filled sentiments involved from so many people. Pathetic! In the end, we all have to answer for our own actions. Here I have been both serious and flippant/comical. But, the real me knows who I am, and no one here defines who the person I really am. Do not let anyone else define who the real you is, either. One of my friends always reminds me of that message. We've all had our say on this Nataie Wood story. I still believe Robert Wagner is responsible for her death, and always will. But, I can sleep just fine knowing I am not the one to prove that. If R.J. is repsonsible, he'll need to worry more about facing God than facing any author. If he's not responsible, then all the more better for him. Is that legal enough of a statement?
Anyway, so...since I'm no longer going to be writing about the beloved Natalie, there's really no more reason for me to frequent here. I hate to say it, but I'm gonna miss you guys. Well, maybe not "Mr. Anonymous," but everyone else. (LOL) It certainly has been interesting, hasn't it? Glad I could entertain you all. But, you really should have known my humor better, like Ken suggested.
To those of you who weren't that evil here to me, here is a nice going-away gift for you:
(The following excerpt is from "Hollywood Is Dying" [chapter 7] by Michael J. Eastman. Copyright 2008 by Michael J. Eastman.)
Robert Clary (Hogan’s Heroes, The Hindenburg): WWII – Was sent to German concentration camps, including the Drancy internment (or transit) camp – one of an estimated 70,000 prisoners, mostly Jewish (the others being members of the French resistance), from August 1941 to August 1944 – before being deported to Buchenwald. Of the 65,000 Jews deported from Drancy, only around 2,000 survived. One of those survivors was Robert Clary. Sadly, he also was the sole survivor of fourteen of his family members sent to the camps. He later became famous for his TV role on Hogan’s Heroes as Louis LeBeau. Produced two films about his experience in the camps. One film he was involved with was titled Remembrance of Love, in which he co-starred with legendary actor Kirk Douglas. In one of the film’s critical scenes there is a gathering of former Jewish Holocust survivors, including Clary, at a memorial for those that did not survive. When each death camp was featured, or more appropriately put – memorialized – survivors were seen expressing deep emotion. When the time came for the Buchenwald victims to be remembered, the camera eventually panned to Robert Clary, who had been liberated from that same camp, but not before losing his other thirteen family members. You can bet in this scene he was not acting when the tears began to flow, and the haunting sounds of an accompanying singer’s voice echoed throughout the auditorium, reminding him once more of what he lost, and what would never, ever be replaced. He had survived, but at what cost? We who were not there can only imagine what he must have been feeling, still to this day: grief, anger, and probably even guilt, because he had survived when his family did not.
+Michael J. Eastman
