Remember, to come to my birthday party on thursday, October 18th!
I'll be waiting for you!
MUAH!
Love always, Annette, "That's All!"
A rare film of Annette Hanshaw now in the public domain. A hugely popular
jazz singer during the late 1920's and early 1930's.
She was one of those women who was beautiful by just being herself.
A very cool lady who epitomises the age of glamour perfectly.
There has been recently revived interest in Annette with the animated
film, "Sita Sings the Blues," which features performances by Annette. Go to youtube to see it for free!
During the Depression, Captain Henry's Maxwell House Showboat took
listeners back to happier times of the Old South. The show broke ground
for the way it combined fictional characters like Captain Henry with
real life cast members like Annette Hanshaw. Showboat was the most
popular program on radio from 1933-1935 and Annette Hanshaw, a regular
on the program, was America's Sweetheart and the nation's most popular
female singer. The show aired nationwide on NBC affiliates every
Thursday evening.
Annette Hanshaw ~ 1933 Film from Maxwell House Showboat-We Just Couldn't Say Goodbye
My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My husband and I had picked
her up from her friend Sally's birthday party, brought her home, and put
her to bed. My husband went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep
watching the Lions game."Mommy," she whispered, tugging my shirt
sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going to be next month.""I don't know,
beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"She smiled and
held up four fingers.It is 7:30 now. My husband and I have been up with her
for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
Stoppin'
by with yet another tale...Enjoy & have a great night out there on
your end dear friend...
He
awoke to the huge, insect like creatures looming over his bed and
screamed his lungs out. They hastily left the room and he stayed up all
night, shaking and wondering if it had been a dream.The next morning,
there was a tap on the door. Gathering his courage, he opened it to see
one of them gently place a plate filled with fried breakfast on the
floor, then retreat to a safe distance. Bewildered, he accepted the
gift. The creatures chittered excitedly.This happened every day for
weeks. At first he was worried they were fattening him up, but after a
particularly greasy breakfast left him clutching his chest from
heartburn, they were replaced with fresh fruit. As well as cooking, they
poured hot steamy baths for him and even tucked him in when he went to
bed. It was bizarre.One night, he awoke to gunshots and screaming. He
raced downstairs to find a decapitated burglar being devoured by the
insects. He was sickened, but disposed of the remains as best he could.
He knew they had just been protecting him.One morning the creatures
wouldn't let him leave his room. He lay down, confused but trusting as
they ushered him back into bed. Whatever their motives, they weren't
going to hurt him.Hours later a burning pain spread throughout his body.
It felt like his stomach was filled with razor wire. The insects
chittered as he spasmed and moaned. It was only when he felt a terrible
squirming feeling beneath his skin that he realised the insects hadn't
been protecting him. They had been protecting their
young.
Stoppin'
by with tale to help get you into the spirit of Halloween dear
friend...Enjoy & have a great day out there on your
end...
Are you coming to my birthday party on thursday, October 18th?
Do you need directions?
Just a small gathering of friends.
I really hope you can make it.
Write me and let me know.
MUAH!
Love always, Annette, "That's All!
Trumpet is Tommy Dorsey his brother Jimmy Dorsey, does the reeds, trombone is one Charlie
Butterfield.
Catherine Annette Hanshaw was
born in New York in 1901. Lovable and Sweet was more than just a song where Annette was concerned - she lived
her life that way. Her manager, Herman "Wally" Rose always had the best
talent available to accompany Annette - Jack Teagarden, Morton Downey,
Miff Mole, Eddie Lang, Joe Venute, Phil Napolean, Red Nichols, Adrian
Rollini, Benny Goodman, Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey - the A list of jazz
musicians. In 1929, Annette and Wally were married and remained so
until his death in 1954.
To increase market share, her songs were released under the names Patsy
Young, Dot Dare, Gay Ellis, Marion Lee, Betty Lloyd, Janet Shaw, Frances
Hopwood, Ethel Bingham and Leila Sanford-but trade publications
revealed the various names to the public so everyone knew who the real
artist was. She appeared on the Camel Caravan, Maxwell House Showboat,
Van Heusen Hour, and Rexall Magic Magic Hour to name but a few. She
was the Personality Girl with her trademark "That's All" at the end of
most of her recordings. The New York Times called her one of the most
prolific recording artists of the 20s-30s. 4 million of her records were sold during her career! Although she was elected
America's most popular female singer in a nationwide Radioland poll, she
is all but unknown today. Lovable and Sweet from the motion picture
Street Girl, Okeh, NY, 8-29-29.
Annette Hanshaw in her first year of her recording career. Issued on the British Actuelle label.
Recorded late 1926. The song was written by Walter Donaldson and Charley Straight.
Annette Hanshaw - Kiss Your Little Baby Goodnight - 1926
I hate it when my
brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly
try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain
where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like
undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little
brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that
his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark
room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last
chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several
times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail,
it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes
showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby
slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of
dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using "last chances"
sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for
him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into
thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up
with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when
Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he
is back.
Hope
you enjoy the tale & are having a great day dear
friend...
A
married couple fought a great deal and finally began talking about
getting a divorce. However, the wife discovered she was pregnant and,
for the sake of the baby, they decided to give the marriage another try.
The
boy was born and the family had a short period of tranquillity. Before
long the old problems resurfaced and the father and mother were fighting
all the time. One night, when the boy was about 5 years old, the
couple put the boy to bed and then got into an enormous fight. In a fit
of rage, the father put his hands around his wife’s neck and choked the
life out of her. Eventually, when he realised what he had done, he
began to panic. He knew he had to get rid of the body if he wasn’t
going to get caught. He bundled the body into the boot of his car
and drove out of town to a swamp. He took the body from the car, but
rigor mortis had started to set in and it was difficult to carry it. He
slung his wife’s body across his back, as if he were giving her a piggy
back ride, and waded out into the foul-smelling swamp. He let her go and
watched the stiff hands and wretched face recede into the murky swamp
water. The man went home, and got in the shower to clean up, but
he couldn’t get rid of the foul stench of the swamp. The smell made him
sick to his stomach. No matter how hard he scrubbed or how often he
showered, he could not get rid of the smell. It followed him wherever he
went. As the days passed the boy became anxious for his mother
and asked all kinds of question. The father told the boy his mother had
gone to stay with relatives. The smell remained. The man began to
ignore it as much as he could. One day the man noticed his son was
looking at him in a strange way. Every time he approached his son, he
recoiled in horror and would not let him touch him. One day, he walked
into his child’s room as he was playing on the floor. “Son, there seems
to be something bothering you. Is there something you want to say to
me?” “Yes, father.” “Is it about your mother?” “Yes.” “What is it?” “Why
is mommy’s face so pale?” “What do you mean?” “Why do you give her a
piggy-back ride every day?”
Stoppin'
by with a tale to start your weekend off with...Enjoy, and have a great
day on your end friend...
