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Lancashire Mill workers about 1905

Lancashire mill workers around 1905 - Jenny
would have
been dressed like these young ladies.
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~ Gracie Delivers A Speech ~
Ladies and gentlemen, lads and lasses I am here to deliver a speech
which I don't normally do, words I am trying to express concerns
everyone of you. The public have given me all I possess it is not enough
for me to say now you can all go to blazes, how some people can act that
way really amazes. I will continue to entertain while I have breath in
my body and a note in my voice, not under pressure but through my own
choice. Boris wished to keep me to himself because he loves me so, when
I explained the situation he understood and is willing to let me go. I
often refer to my beloved husband and my loving fans no way does one
distract from the other. I compromise and carry out duties on both sides
of life, as a singer and as a wife. From the depth of my heart I thank
you for your support, a warm welcome awaits on the Isle of Capri in the
home you helped to build for me.
Bless you.
~ The Funny Side ~
Gracie's brother mixed cocktails in a cut glass vase a shaker she did
not possess, no one realised the pouring would make a frightful mess.
Tables and chairs were drenched a total disaster, they both saw the
funny side and were convulsed with helpless laughter.
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Gracie and Duggie Wakefield
now having gone
'up-market' with a new cocktail shaker
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~ Efforts Rewarded ~
Gracie lost her mother in 1953 and her father in 1956. Jenny was 74 and
Fred 82, they were proud of all their children for having turned the
grey skies blue. Through Jenny's iron will they escaped the monotony of
the mill. Gracie bought a house named The Haven very lovely indeed, her
mother did not soil her hands there was certainly no need. A maid was
employed to attend to the chores keeping everything spick and span,
Jenny died a contented woman and Fred died a very happy man.
~ The Old Lady Shows Her Medals ~
In 1955 Gracie won the Silvana award on American television for her
performance in a straight play, taking the part in a remarkable way.
Barrie's "The Old Lady Shows Her Medals" about a lonely
Scotswoman who longed for a son, and became a mother on probation to a
soldier orphan that's how the story begun. It was repeated in Britain
the following year, Gracie's perception was so moving many viewers shed
a tear.
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Scene from the TV play 'The Old Lady Shows Her
Medals'
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~ The Uncrowned Queen ~
Gracie did not wear a crown yet she was a queen, the most wonderful
artiste I have ever seen. Regal and silver haired she walked slowly on
the stage, hard to imagine she was over sixty years of age. She turned a
cartwheel much to everyone's delight, landing in front of the microphone
she judged it just right. No need to rehearse for success to ring
whatever Gracie did was a natural thing. She had a tremendous zest for
life every hour of the day, she could not have lived any other way.
~ Megatone ~
A restaurant held a birthday party it was Lilian Aza's special day,
Gracie and Boris were there keeping everything bright and gay. A friend
suggested Gracie recorded a singalong with the diners joining in, she
was enthusiastic "All right lad you win." Her songs included
Somewhere My Love, The Best Things In life Are Free, Swanee and The Isle
of Capri. At seventy-six she sang remarkably well, her lovely top notes
as clear as a bell. This recording has become a precious souvenir of a
lady the world held most dear.
~ A Treat For Torquay ~
I gazed at the placard as thrilled as can be Gracie Fields was arriving
in Torquay. Giving two performances on the stage at sixty-six years of
age. I promptly booked seats for my parents and me to enjoy an evening
of ecstasy. Another artiste appeared in the show a concert pianist named
Clive Lythgoe. I listened to the recital with only half an ear longing
for the moment when Gracie would appear. The classical notes died away
as he struck the last chord excitement mounted the spirit soared. Our
Gracie looked delightful in a blue and silver gown very happy to be
visiting this seaside town. She sang "Getting to know you, getting
to know all about you, Getting to like you, getting to hope you like
me," according to the packed theatre that must surely be. Next came
September Song, Scarlet Ribbons, Blow The Wind Southerly, I Never Cried
So Much In All My Life and Fonso My Hot Spanish Knight. At the finale
she invited the audience to join her in singing 'Walter, Walter, Lead Me
To The Altar'. A fan requested 'Sally' she instantly obliged walking off
with a smile and a kiss her last performance in Devon an occasion too
good to miss. Outside huge crowds surrounded her car so eager for a
glimpse of this mega-star. She waved goodbye and disappeared from sight
there were no more songs to sing it was very hard to let her go but the
memory will always cling.
~ Tommy Keen ~
Tommy is Keen by name and keen by nature and became a friend of Gracie
Fields, his home is stacked with mementos and much interest it yields.
He is a celebrity in his own right and enjoyed a taste of fame, I was
not acquainted, to me he was just a name. Until I found the courage to
communicate affection for Gracie so eager to tell, he was delighted I
had studied her life so well. We have corresponded on many a long page
reviving precious memories of a golden age.
~ An Ardent Fan ~
Tommy Keen was an ardent fan that Gracie befriended, he has given talks
on her life which were always well attended. Relating outstanding events
and a dozen records played, Surrey loved 'Our Gracie' admiration will
never fade.
~ The Lucky Few ~
Many fans would like to have become a personal friend this Gracie had to
smother, not wishing to treat one any different from another. Only a
privileged few crossed the border line including Mary Whipp, Hazel
Provost, John Taylor and his wife Anne, Tommy Keen was perhaps the most
ardent fan. Enjoying Gracie's hospitality at her home in Capri, and
receiving letters and photographs frequently. Tommy has sent her records
all over the world and collected a vast amount of souvenirs during this
past fifty years. He made an appearance on television in a programme on
Gracie's life, followed by talks in Surrey where he now lives, well
worth the effort for the pleasure it gives.
~ Love's Last Word Is Spoken ~
Tommy do you remember one evening in May when we had supper in a small
café. Where friends had gathered and Boris was there, with talk of
theatres and mem'rys to share. We were so happy and life was certainly
good, and I sang a song as you knew I would. Your favourite Love's Last
Word Is Spoken, Cherie, sung in Italian on the Isle of Capri.
~ For Posterity ~
In the last years of her life Gracie donated to Rochdale Museum the
Freedom of Rochdale scroll and casket, theatre programmes and song
sheets, in the future Tommy Keen will add to these treats. The vast
amount of material he has collected dating from the Second World War,
and still hoping to add a lot more.
~ Mediterranean Magic ~
I sense a magic in the air as waiters hurry here and there, serving
edibles in the Italian style with a bow and a smile. Gracie had the
restaurant built as an interest for Monty sadly he is dead. Boris became
involved instead, his talent put to the test tourists received the very
best. Gracie's presence filled their hearts with pride the humble and
the famous were dining side by side,
~ A Tourist's View ~
Awakening in the morning to Italian skies of blue, having a photograph
taken with Gracie and a word with her husband too. Swimming in the pool,
basking in the sun, going to the pictures, joining in the fun. Eating in
the restaurant, making new friends, life will seem so dull when the
holiday ends.
~ A Hundred More ~
Several books were written on Gracie's life some short and some long, I
have tried to rhyme it in the likeness of a song. From the beginning to
the end over one hundred memories I have penned. A task to make my
spirits soar, I wish I could write hundreds more.
~ Achievement ~
Having written one hundred tributes I wished to write hundreds more,
memories kept flooding back cascading by the score. Once again I was
inspired and achieved the wish I so desired.
~ Success Story ~
Bert Aza's brief biography 'Gracie' was released in 1954 Gracie wrote
her autobiography 'Sing As We Go' in 1960. 'Gracie Fields' by Tommy Keen
and Muriel Burgess appeared in 1980. Joan Moules biography 'The Life Of
Dame Gracie Fields' published in 1983. Perhaps one day 'All In Rhyme'
will bring success for me.
~ The Golden Years ~
Jenny never lost her love for the theatre when she and Fred celebrated
their golden wedding anniversary Gracie invited them on stage. She
placed an arm around each and they sang 'Just a song at Twilight', so
exciting the audience they clapped with all their might. A magical sound
to Jenny's ear, it was indeed a golden year.
~ Typing For Pleasure ~
At her typewriter Gracie sat tapping away, a task she accomplished
almost every day. Adding a few hand written words on the end when
sending letters to a fan or a friend. Giving the recipients so much
pleasure, an effort they will always treasure.
~ Good Sense ~
Gracie Fields was not a goody-goody but a good woman in every sense of
the word, echoed by millions who had seen and heard. Should troubles
arise she was the first on the scene, but if there was nothing she could
do or say, then she simply walked away. Not with a heart full of
despair, Gracie firmly believed in prayer.
~ Personality Plus ~
Gracie did not have a normal childhood or teenage years it was all work
struggle and strive, but she developed a wonderful personality and was
very much alive. Understanding the problems of others offering practical
help and advise, many artistes entertained but Gracie was twice as nice.
~ Crowning Glory ~
Gracie had beautiful strong springy hair the style changed frequently
and the colour too, but each shade enhanced her lovely eyes of blue.
Whether brown, red, blonde, silver grey or pure white, it was her
crowning glory and always looked just right.
~ Because I Love You ~
To all the folk who greet me and to those who cheer, your fond
recognition I hold most dear. I will always give my best and never let
you down, whether in historic cities or in a seaside town. This close
attachment I pray will always be, because I love you as much as you love
me.
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