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Date of Birth
25 August 1909, Bradford, Yorkshire, England, UK

Date of Death
10 June 1971, Harrogate, Yorkshire, England, UK (emphysema)

Birth Name
Eric Alexander Rennie

6' 4" (1.93 m)

Mini Biography

The British actor Michael Rennie worked as a car salesman and factory manager before he turned to acting. A meeting with a Gaumont-British casting director led to Rennie's first acting job - that of stand-in for Robert Young in Alfred Hitchcock Secret Agent (1936) . He put his film career on hold for a few years to get some acting experience on the stage, working in repertory in York and Windsor. Afterwards, he returned to films and achieved star status in I'll Be Your Sweetheart (1945). In 1951, he was brought to Hollywood by Darrel Zanuck at 20th Century Fox, cast in arguably his most popular role as Klaatu in The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951), now considered a science fiction classic. After that he worked as a supporting actor for eight years until his return to England in 1959. At that time, he took the lead role of Harry Lime in the television series "The Third Man" (1959). Throughout his career, he made numerous guest appearances on television, particularly on American programs.
IMDb Mini Biography By: Lyn Hammond

Maggie McGrath (1947 - May 1960) (divorced) 1 child
Joan Phyllis England (1938 - ?) (divorced)


Michael Rennie joined the Royal Air Force in 1941, training as a fighter pilot in the United States under the Arnold Plan. While at Napier Field, Dothan, Alabama for his advanced flight training he was asked by fellow trainee, Scotsman Jack Morton, what he did in civilian life. Rennie told Morton and the other pilots gathered around that he was a movie actor. They stared at him in disbelief then broke out in a chorus of laughter. A couple of nights later Rennie and his classmates went into town to watch a movie, "Ships with Wings". Not long into the movie, and much to the surprise of those seated with him, Michael Rennie appeared on the screen as Royal Navy Pilot "Lt. Maxwell"

Did not begin to actively pursue acting until age 29. Living a rather wanderlust life prior to this, he was once a car salesman, but quit after a year when he couldn't sell even one car. Was also a manager of a rope factory for his uncle.

Close friends during his 20th Century-Fox years with Tyrone Power and appeared in a few of his pictures, including The Black Rose and I'll Never Forget You.

Once married to British actress Margaret (Maggie) McGrath, who later went by the stage name of Maggie Rennie. They had one son, David, born 1953.

Graduated from The Leys (a private school in the city of Cambridge). Despite his lean build, he excelled in sports (rowing, fencing, cricket, boxing, wrestling, swimming).

Son of James Rennie (not the actor), who operated a century-old wool mill, and Edith Dobby Rennie. His great-great grandfather, named John Rennie, designed and built New London Bridge.

Lived his final years in Geneva, Switzerland and died at his mother's home in England while visiting because of his brother's death.

A heavy smoker, Rennie had respiratory problems for many years. During the run of the Broadway comedy "Mary, Mary" in the early 60s, Rennie had to visit the hospital several times. His voice was dubbed in the 1968 movie The Battle of El Alamein due to his chronic health problems.

In his best known film, the classic sci-fi The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951), a scene was cut that showed his even-tempered alien character Klaatu in an emotional state.

Appeared in The Thirteenth Letter (1951) for director Otto Preminger, who later named Rennie as a third party to his countersuit of adultery against his wife during divorce proceedings in 1958.

His early career was interrupted by war service. He was a flight instructor for over two of those years.

Rennie was connected with the Titanic twice on screen. In 1953, he was the uncredited, off-screen narrator for Jean Negulesco's film "Titanic." Thirteen years later, in 1966, he played the role of Titanic Captain Edward J. Smith (misidentified in the credits as Malcolm Smith) in the pilot episode of the TV series "The Time Tunnel." Ironically, this episode used tinted stock footage from the earlier film to tell the story of two time travelers who found themselves aboard the doomed ship.

His son David Rennie, is now a UK High Court judge on the Lewes, Sussex circuit.

He had a second son, John Marshall Rennie, with longtime companion Renee Gilbert Taylor. Professionally, his son went by John M. Taylor.

Patricia Neal (January 20, 1926 – August 8, 2010) was an American actress of stage and screen. She was best known for her roles as World War II widow Helen Benson in The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951), wealthy matron Emily Eustace Failenson in Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961), and middle-aged housekeeper Alma Brown in Hud (1963), for which she won the Academy Award for Best Actress.
Neal was born Patsy Louise Neal, in Packard, Whitley County, Kentucky, to William Burdette and Eura Petrey Neal.She grew up in Knoxville, Tennessee, where she attended Knoxville High School,and studied drama at Northwestern University. In later years, she became Roman Catholic.
After moving to New York, she accepted her first job as understudy in the Broadway production of The Voice of the Turtle. Next she appeared in Another Part of the Forest (1946), winning a Tony Award as Best Featured Actress in a Play, in the first presentation of the Tony awards.
In 1949, Neal made her film debut in John Loves Mary. Her appearance the same year in The Fountainhead coincided with her on-going affair with her married co-star, Gary Cooper. By 1952, Neal had starred in The Breaking Point, The Day the Earth Stood Still and Operation Pacific, starring John Wayne. She suffered a nervous breakdown around this time, following the end of her relationship with Cooper, and left Hollywood for New York, returning to Broadway in a revival of The Children's Hour, in 1952. She also acted in A Roomful of Roses in 1955 and as the mother in The Miracle Worker in 1959. In films, she starred in A Face in the Crowd (1957) and co-starred in Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961).
With Andy Griffith in A Face in the Crowd (1957)
In 1963, Neal won the Academy Award for Best Actress for her performance in Hud, co-starring with Paul Newman. When the film was initially released it was predicted she would be a nominee in the supporting actress category, but when she began collecting awards, they were always for Best Leading Actress, from the New York Film Critics, the National Board of Review and a BAFTA award from the British Academy of Film and Television Arts. Three years later, in 1965, she was reunited with John Wayne in Otto Preminger's In Harm's Way winning her second BAFTA Award.
Neal was offered the role of Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate (1967), but turned it down, feeling it came too soon after her three 1965 strokes. She returned to the big screen in The Subject Was Roses (1968), for which she was nominated for an Academy Award.
She later starred as Olivia Walton in the television movie The Homecoming: A Christmas Story (1971), which was the pilot episode for The Waltons. Although she won a Golden Globe for her performance, she was not invited to reprise the role in the television series; the part went to Michael Learned. (In a 1999 interview with the Archive of American Television, Waltons creator Earl Hamner said he and producers were unsure if Neal's health would allow her to commit to the grind of a weekly television series.) Neal played a dying widowed mother trying to find a home for her three children in a moving 1975 episode of NBC's Little House on the Prairie.
In 1978, Fort Sanders Regional Medical Center in Knoxville dedicated the Patricia Neal Rehabilitation Center in her honor. The center serves as part of Neal's advocacy for paralysis victims. She appeared in Center advertisements throughout 2006.
In 2007, Neal worked on Silvana Vienne's innovative critically-acclaimed art movie Beyond Baklava: The Fairy Tale Story of Sylvia's Baklava, appearing as herself in the portions of the documentary talking about alternative ways to end violence in the world. Also in 2007, Neal received one of two annually-presented Lifetime Achievement Awards at the SunDeis Film Festival in Waltham, Massachusetts. (Academy Award nominee Roy Scheider was the recipient of the other.)
She often appeared on the Tony Awards telecast, possibly because she was the last surviving winner from the first ceremony. Her original Tony was lost, so she was given a replacement by Bill Irwin when they presented the Best Actress Award to Cynthia Nixon in 2006.
In April 2009, Neal received a lifetime achievement award from WorldFest Houston on the occasion of the debut of her film, Flying By. Neal was a long-term actress with Philip Langner's Theatre at Sea/Sail With the Stars productions with the Theatre Guild.
In her final years she would appear in a number of health-care videos, including The Healing Influence.
During the filming of The Fountainhead (1949), Neal had an affair with her married co-star, Gary Cooper, whom she had met in 1947 when she was 21 and he was 46. By 1950, Cooper's wife, Veronica, had found out about the relationship and sent Neal a telegram demanding they end it. Neal became pregnant by Cooper, but he persuaded her to have an abortion.[7] Shortly after the abortion, Cooper punched Neal in the face after he caught Kirk Douglas trying to seduce her.
The affair ended, but not before Cooper's daughter, Maria (now Maria Cooper Janis, born 1937), spat at Neal in public.[9] Years after Cooper's death, Maria and her mother Veronica reconciled with Neal.
Neal met British writer Roald Dahl at a dinner party hosted by Lillian Hellman in 1951. They married on July 2, 1953, at Trinity Church in New York. The marriage produced five children: Olivia Twenty (April 20, 1955 – November 17, 1962); Chantal Tessa Sophia (b. 1957); Theo Matthew (b. 1960); Ophelia Magdalena (b.1964); and Lucy Neal (b. 1965). Her granddaughter Sophie Dahl is a noted actress and model.
In the early 1960s, the couple suffered through grievous injury to one child and the death of another. On December 5, 1960, their son Theo, four months old, suffered brain damage when his baby carriage was struck by a taxicab in New York City. On November 17, 1962, their daughter, Olivia, died at age 7 from measles encephalitis.
While pregnant in 1965, Neal suffered three burst cerebral aneurysms, and was in a coma for three weeks. Dahl directed her rehabilitation and she subsequently relearned to walk and talk ("I think
I'm just stubborn, that's all"). On August 4, 1965, she gave birth to a healthy daughter, Lucy.
Neal and Dahl's 30-year marriage ended in divorce in 1983 after Dahl's affair with Neal's friend, Felicity Crosland.
In 1981, Glenda Jackson played her in a television movie, The Patricia Neal Story which co-starred Dirk Bogarde as Neal's husband Roald Dahl.
Neal's autobiography, As I Am, was published in 1988.
Neal died at her home in Edgartown, Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, August 8, 2010, of lung cancer at age 84.[1] She had converted to Catholicism four months before her death and was laid to rest in the Abbey of Regina Laudis in Bethlehem, Connecticut.

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10/18/2018 19:07:11


Eyes are Watching Me

I bought a new
house in the small town of Winthrop. The house was cheap,
but the most important part was that I needed to get away from the
city. A few months ago, I had a run-in with a stalker. While I had
managed to get him arrested, I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes just
constantly watching me. I felt like there were eyes everywhere, at home
and on the street, so I decided to move out into the country to
somewhere with less people, just for peace of mind.The house itself was
big and somewhat old, but otherwise very welcoming. The agent who
introduced me to the house had been required to mention that a serial
killer had lived here in the past, which was why the house was so cheap.
However, he, and later, my next door neighbor Sarah, both told me to
pay the thought no mind. Four other owners had lived in the house since
then, and all of them were very happy with it.I loved the house. Its
interior furnishings were beautiful and very comfortable. The people of
Winthrop were friendly, often bringing over freshly baked pastries or
inviting me over for dinner. "Get-togethers," they said, "were the key
to making sure everyone who lived in Winthrop loved it there."Yet after a
week, I stopped "loving it." The feeling of someone watching returned,
worse than before. I tried to ignore it, but soon I started losing
sleep. Giant bags grew under my eyes and I began yawning almost as much
as I breathed. Sarah was kind enough to let me stay in her house for a
few nights.It was during this time that I heard the legend of Forrest
Carter, the serial killer who had lived in my house. While no one knows
his exact kill count, Carter, also known as the Winthrop Peacock, was a
man with extremely severe case of narcissism. Legends say that he
couldn't fall asleep if he didn't feel like he was being watched. He was
finally arrested for putting up a scarecrow to watch him during the
night. Only it wasn't a scarecrow. Carter had murdered a 17 year old
girl, just so her corpse could stare at him.The story gave me shivers,
and after I went home, I felt like there were hundreds of pairs of eyes
just watching me no matter how I turned.Today, however, was the first
day that I acted out. I was cooking breakfast, when I felt the eyes.
Instinctively, out of fear, I threw my kitchen knife, which lodged
itself into the wall. As I pulled it out, I found myself staring at a
pair of eyes, pickling in formaldehyde.I've been watching the police
peel away the drywall of my house for hours now. So far, they've found
142 pairs of eyes in little glass jars. The scariest thing is, each and
every one was staring at me.


by with a little tale to close out the day...Have a wonderful evening
on your end dear friend...


10/18/2018 08:19:59

10/17/2018 16:40:22



There is a story told in Troy
and Albany about a couple returning
home from a trip to New England. They were driving home in a carriage,
and were somewhere near Spiegletown when the light failed and they knew
they would have to seek shelter for the night. The husband spied a
light through the trees and turned their horse into a small lane
leading up a hill. A pleasant little house stood at the crest, and an
old man and his wife met the couple at the door. They were in
nightclothes and were obviously about to turn in, but they welcomed the
travelers and offered them a room. The old woman bustled about making
tea and offering freshly-baked cakes. Then the travelers were shown to
their room. The husband wanted to pay the old couple for their lodgings,
but the old lady shook her head and the old man refused any payment for
such a small service to their fellow New Yorkers. The travelers
awoke early and tiptoed out of the house, leaving a shiny fifty-cent
coin in the center of the kitchen table where the old couple could not
miss it. The husband hitched up the horse and they went a few miles
before they broke their fast at a little restaurant in Spiegletown. The
husband mention the nice old couple to the owner of the restaurant and
the man turned pale. "Where did you say that house was?" he asked. The
husband described the location in detail. "You
must be mistaken," said the restaurant owner. "That house was destroyed
three years ago by a fire that killed the Brown family." "I don't
believe it," the husband said flatly. "Mr. and Mrs. Brown were alive and
well last night." After
debating for a few more minutes, the couple and the restaurant owner
drove the carriage back out of town towards the old Brown place. They
turned into the lane, which was overgrown with weeds, and climbed the
hill to the crest. There they found a burned out shell of a house that
had obviously not sheltered anyone for a long time. "I must have
missed the track," said the husband. And then his wife gave a terrified
scream and fainted into his arms. As he caught her, the husband looked
into the ruin and saw a burnt table with a shiny fifty-cent piece lying
in the center.


by with a short tale to end the day...Have a wonderful evening on your
end dear friend...


10/17/2018 11:46:38



by with another great classic...Have a great day dear

10/16/2018 21:29:21



It was one a.m. and Guy
Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn't
moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing
over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry
and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right, and in a split
second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his
hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he
panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into
the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he
got home.Why did you run, you idiot? He'd never committed a crime before
this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone,
his family gone, his future gone.Why not just go to the police right
now? You can afford a lawyer.Then someone tapped on the front door and
his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was
nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters
worse. His body trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A
police officer stood under the porch light."Mr. Halverson?" asked the
grim officer.He let out a defeated sigh. "Yes. Let me —"I am terribly
sorry, but I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your son's bike was struck
by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I'm very
sorry for your loss.


bit of a twisted tale tonight...Be careful out there on your end


10/16/2018 15:55:09


10/15/2018 20:37:42








Good night & sweet dreams dear friend...

10/15/2018 11:08:58


no Reason to be Afraid

When my sister
Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a
charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and
climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the
ghost.We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing.
Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands,
we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had
left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She
just wanted to take care of us.Among the house's original furnishings
was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the
living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a
game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us.
Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room.
We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted
to be near us.Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old
newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow.
She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned
milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself.The article included a photo
of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam.
Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in
the center of the room.


morning friend...Stoppin' by with a tale to start off your


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