tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633265628054619928.post1856123563371979480..comments2023-10-31T16:05:58.638+00:00Comments on Broken Trails: JEAN SIMMONS 1929 - 2010Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18154296143024548830noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633265628054619928.post-92192845556305132722010-01-26T20:15:28.848+00:002010-01-26T20:15:28.848+00:00She was always elegant, wasn't she.She was always elegant, wasn't she.pattinase (abbott)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02916037185235335846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633265628054619928.post-19404421726183036742010-01-24T08:12:02.535+00:002010-01-24T08:12:02.535+00:00Another tenuous link . . . When attending Enfield...Another tenuous link . . . When attending Enfield Grammar School I was very active in its dramatic society. One of its annual events was a play competition between the school's houses. The plays were performed by boys from the lower school and produced by fourth, fifth and sixth formers. For three years in the late 1950s, I produced and directed the winning play for Poynetts house. An unbroken hat trick! Among one of the "actors" I carefully coached, using all the benefits of my experience in leading roles in the school's major productions, like <b><i>St Joan</i></b> (the Dauphin) and <b><i>King Lear</i></b> (the Fool), was a boy whose name I've forgotten but who claimed a relationship to Jean Simmons. Possibly she was an aunt. The "Simmons" name meant next to nothing to me at that time, but I remember the boy was quite an accomplished actor. We were an all-boys school and as a pre-adolescent he made a very pretty "girl"!Chap O'Keefehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04404176810063857291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7633265628054619928.post-11045824056419980002010-01-23T13:28:20.769+00:002010-01-23T13:28:20.769+00:00My wife met her when staying at a hotel some years...My wife met her when staying at a hotel some years ago. She was filming a tv series there and the wife happened to arrive at the reception desk at the same time as she did for a couple of days running and got talking to her. She was apparently quiet and polite and ordinary, in a good way, to the extent that the wife didn't even know she was someone famous until at the end of the week someone pointed out that she wasn't just a lady queue up at the reception desk but a Hollywood star.I.J. Parnhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08933834936324859175noreply@blogger.com