Shirley Temple died today. She was 85, which is hard to imagine.
I watched her darling performances when I was a child, and loved her, wanted to be her.
She was about 35 years old, then, older than my mom.
I never knew it.
When my own children were small, I searched out these amazing movies, for their viewing pleasure.
They also fell completely in love with the little cute-pie.
As an adult, I read her autobiography, Child Star. That broke my heart.
All the time she was smiling for us, it was because she feared being locked into a black box.
And all the money she made went to her mom, who used it to build luxury houses for self.
And her hair was naturally straight. Every kink came at quite a cost, for a tiny one.
But she really was that sweet and when she attended school she got in trouble for smiling all the time.She couldn’t not smile.
She just missed Valentine’s Day. Ironic, for everyone’s sweetheart, eh?
Probably my favorite of her movies are The Little Princess, because of the graciousness of the queen, the great scenes in the attic, and that thing with the ash bucket. Especially that thing with the ash bucket.
I shall miss her.
All photos: Wikipedia