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In those days LA didn’t have any clubs of note where a previously unknown performer could perfect performing skills and be noticed, talked about, and ultimately become known - or even become famous! While I was still a graduate student at UCLA I kept hearing about a young woman who was singing in the cabaret/clubs in San Francisco. I invited Sharon Powers and Richard Amsel to come with me to hear and see her. So I got to see where the crew was able to hang out when not working, and Tybalt had a bit of in-flight entertainment of his own! Joanne Beretta.Ī few days later, my friend, Joanne Beretta was going to perform at Downstairs at the Upstairs. However, once he was out of the carrier she realized he wasn’t “tranquilized” and she couldn’t get him back into the carrier! Tybalt had appeared so serene, she explained, that she thought he was tranquilized and remove him from his carrier. So back into the carrier went Tybalt and off they went.Īfter several minutes the stewardess reappeared and asked if I’d come downstairs with her. The stewardess was charmed and since she was going to take a quick break asked if she could take him downstairs to show another crew person who had a pet cat. So I took him out of the carrier and sat him on my lap where he promptly went back to sleep purring his usual loud purr. He slept calmly in his wicker carrier and on this trip the stewardess asked if she could see him. He was such a good traveler and so well behaved that he always flew in the plane’s cabin with me. Tybalt in my bedroom in my mother’s house in Fresno. I neglected to mention that during my travels I was accompanied by my faithful life partner and traveling companion Tybalt, my three-year-old Persian cat! I’m always surprised when flying from Los Angeles to New York in January to see passengers arriving onto the plane without a jacket or coat and some even only in a short-sleeved shirt or even only a tee shirt and flip flops! Are they aware that the winter climate of New York is quite a lot cooler than that of Southern California? When we arrive it’s always too chaotic to see what their reaction is - especially when it’s snowing! Underdressed passengers on my flight to New York. Two days later I left to go back home to Manhattan. Years later, when I’d moved back to Los Angeles the den was still wearing the beautiful chintz and still, after a decade, looked fresh! It was such an inexpensive price per yard that all 40 yards cost less than the original fabric she would have needed to only reupholster a sofa!
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She loved it - and loved the idea of an English country house look! She ended up buying 40 yards of it for all the furniture and drapes.
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In the magazine was a photo of an English country house with a room draped and upholstered in a vibrant chintz! I had brought along a copy of the UK magazine, The World of Interiors, thinking in advance that she might need a little bit of visual reenforcement. We found a chintz with a deeper grey background and a soft white trellis pattern embellished with multi-colored pink cabbage roses with deep green leaves! It was gorgeous and I explained to Eleanor that since her house was what in LA is called California Georgian, the chintz was entirely appropriate!Īfter shopping, Eleanor, at dinner, explaining to her husband Cy what she was going to do with 40 yards of chintz!įortunately, she had loved it but was afraid of its bold imagery. I suggested that we go way downtown to where I knew of a large warehouse-sized fabric store with amazingly low prices. The fabric was a light grey green and I told her quite frankly that I thought it would make the den look boring and would not do much for the room. Eleanor’s mother Pauline was my mother’s close friend in Fresno and I’d seen her just a week earlier.Ī few days before Eleanor had shown me some fabric that she wanted to use in her den which had paneling in a soft dove grey color. B.V.January, 1972: After the holidays and just before leaving California for New York I was invited to dinner at the Westwood Hills home of Cy and Eleanor ( Rodder) Phillips.