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 moljul
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| posted: 2/19/2003 at 6:17:42 PM ET
The March issue of Vogue hit Manhattan newsstands today. There is a 2 page article on Bernadette and Gypsy. They only have one picture of BP and it is not of her as Rose. Instead it is an ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE picture of her in a pinstripe suit. There are a couple of small pictures of Ethel Merman and others. I didn't get a chance to read the article. Unfortunately I had no cash and the newsstand doesn't accept credit cards.  So I'll have to pick it up later tonight or tomorrow. But be on the lookout for it. It's in the back of the magazine and on about the 3rd of 4th page of the table of contents which is, I swear, on page 55.
|  Christine-NYC
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| posted: 2/23/2003 at 11:09:17 PM ET
I thought the picture was adorable.
I was glad this article was so much shorter than the one in Vanity Fair; although, I was surprised by a couple of comments (like what happened the first time the writer met Bernadette)! LOL I had to read it twice just because I thought I was mistaking what he said.
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| moljul
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| posted: 2/23/2003 at 11:27:40 PM ET
Yes, that was funny. I wonder if he told her before the interview about "their past". I would imagine she remembers it.
| Karen
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I noticed the article's author was Adam Green, the son of Adolph Green and Phyllis Newman, and since she co-starred in that production with Bernadette, that's probably what he was doing wandering around backstage like that. The whole article had a really different tone from her usual innocuous interviews, like mentioning that her grandfather was a numbers runner and what about that comment about her grandmother! Sounds like she's working at putting herself into a Hovick family frame of mind. This whole production is gonna be sooo interesting.
| moljul
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| posted: 2/24/2003 at 12:46:14 PM ET
You know, I thought the same thing about Adam Green. But I wasn't sure if it was THAT Adam Green. LOL I know he didn't go into performing like the rest of the family but I wasn't sure what he did for a living. Yes, the comment about her grandmother caught me by surprise. I know that she has said in the past that her grandmother being from the old country didn't believe an actress was a proper job for Bernadette's mom. Which is not unusual for that time but I figured her grandmother would have come around by the time Bernadette got into the business and maybe saw that it was a respectable thing to do.
| Christine-NYC
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| posted: 2/24/2003 at 2:55:35 PM ET
I was going to mention the comment about her Grandmother also, but I wasn't sure if I should...lol but since you guys did! I kinda felt bad for Bernadette when I read that. It must have been hard for her, doing something she loved, but knowing her Grandmother thought of her that way. Those little tidbits just make me realize (even more so than before) that Bernadette should definitely wite an autobiography some day. I don't think a biography would do her justice; I would rather hear (read) it from her.
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| Bwaybaby
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Well, I finally got a chance to get the magazine after being sick for a week and stuck at home ...other than to go to work or the doctors. Anyways... lol on to the the article....Yes, Adam Green- Adolph Green's son is the one who interviewed Bernadette and wrote that article. Adam is a pretty well respected writer( he writes for the New Yorker as well). He was also in Slaves of New York ( as was Betty Comden). And Bernadette was also in On the Town-a show his mother, Phyllis, was in and his father wrote the book and lyrics for( as well as Better Comden). Bernadette has remained good friends with their family-- she even takes part in a charity event Phyllis has put together- Nothing Like a Dame. So it doesn't really surprise me that this interview is a little more personal than most she's done before.
Adam wrote a beautiful article about his father shortly after he passed away. I'll post it because i found it so touching( I did have to edit a litle bit because one line wasn't really appropriate for this board)
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The last time I had dinner with my father was on the last night of his life. We had planned to eat at his favorite restaurant, Shun Lee (''I wouldn't mind a little chinoiserie,'' was how he put it), and he had dressed to the nines. As we were getting ready to leave, my father said that he felt under the weather, so we ordered in. I mixed us each a martini (his, appallingly, sweetened with a dash of diet iced tea), and we settled down, in the study at my parents' apartment, for velvet chicken and Indian corn soup, Grand Marnier prawns and what would turn out to be a final conversation.
We started right in, trading obscene jokes, for which my father had a particular genius. We argued the relative merits of classical composers (any suggestion that Tchaikovsky had a maudlin streak or that von Suppe might not have been the last word in profundity infuriated him). Occasionally his attention wandered, but his sometimes vague grasp of moment-to-moment details was nothing new. One morning several years ago, my mother sent him out to buy a can of ''Mr Automatic'' brand coffee. Two hours later, he called from the manager's office of a supermarket far from where we lived. ''I've been to eight stores,'' he said, his voice thick with frustration. ''And no one has even heard of Captain Mechanico!''
We leafed through a book of recently discovered photographs of Charlie Chaplin. Chaplin was one of my father's heroes, and the pictures sparked his memory: being so knocked out by ''City Lights'' on its opening day that he sat through the next two showings; chasing down the street after Chaplin -- who had come to the Village Vanguard to see my father perform with the Revuers, but left after being mobbed by photographers -- and begging him to stay; having dinner, years later, with Chaplin and his wife, Oona, aboard the Queen Elizabeth, on the night that Chaplin learned that his re-entry permit to the U.S. had been revoked. (When I was a little boy, my father took me to see ''City Lights'' and dressed me as Chaplin for Halloween, complete with a smudge of burned cork under my nose.)
My father often talked about his Bronx childhood and about his parents. That night he told me that he had not gone to his own father's funeral. ''It was in Florida,'' he explained, though he finally admitted that he had ''kind of hated'' him. ''You're not a human being,'' his father once told him. ''You're a piece of meat, taking up space on this earth.'' He cried when I asked about his mother. ''She was a sweet, unhappy, rather beautiful little woman,'' he said. ''I guess I sort of had a crush on her.'' When my father was 12, his mother was seriously injured in a car accident, and she never fully recovered, physically or mentally. After his first musical opened on Broadway, he bought her a fur coat and installed her in a new apartment, hoping it would somehow make her well again. ''It didn't work,'' he told me. ''She was never the same.''
Despite having written, along with Betty Comden, such Broadway musicals as ''On the Town,'' ''Peter Pan,'' and ''Bells Are Ringing,'' and such films as ''Singin' in the Rain,'' my father still felt, he said, ''like a kid, eager to make good.'' He brooded about not having a new project, and suggested that his entire career had been a lucky accident. ''Before I met Lenny and Betty and Judy, I was well on my way to being a total bum,'' he said.
My father's feeling that he had been carried along by circumstance and saved by good fortune extended to his private life. He couldn't believe that my mother -- a gorgeous, brilliant, young cookie'' as he described her -- had agreed to marry him, or that she had given him two children, who made him excessively proud. After much pressing, my father conceded that, though he'd been lucky indeed, he had perhaps played some part in how his extraordinary life turned out.
Sleep didn't come easily to my father, and he hated to say good night. (In his bachelor days, an evening out usually ended at dawn, with breakfast at Reuben's; returning home before 1 a.m., he said, depressed him.) Whenever I told him that I didn't feel like staying up to watch Murnau's ''Sunrise'' or Lubitsch's ''Trouble in Paradise'' with him for the 18th time, he would look wounded and say: ''Abandoning your old father, eh? Very well -- go, you traitor, and leave me to pass my time in solitary splendor.''
Around 11 that night, my father said he was tired, and asked me to take him up to bed. ''Take my hand,'' I said, knowing that his response, sung to the famous tune from ''Kismet,'' would be, ''I'm a stranger in Hindustan.'' After he changed and settled in front of the television, I kissed him good night, and told him I loved him. ''I love you, too, kiddo,'' he said. I mentioned that I was going to be in the neighborhood the next day, and thought I would stop by for lunch. ''Better call first,'' he said. ''Miss Comden and I might be working.''
Less than an hour later, my father died in his sleep. His last words, my mother told me, were ''I want to go home.''
I've been told that when he saw me for the first time, a few minutes after I was born, my father turned to a friend and said, ''I recognize him.'' We recognized each other. I think I first realized that one afternoon when I was 3. My father had handed me a book and asked if I knew its title. When I said, ''Yes -- it's called 'Teach Me How to Read,' '' he burst into laughter, picked me up and covered me with kisses.
| Christine-NYC
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| posted: 2/25/2003 at 10:03:06 AM ET
That was a very touching article; thank you for posting it Cindy. I am curious as to what the other line is?  You'll have to email it to me. LOL
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| Karen
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Great stuff. Thanks for posting Cindy.
|  Linnie4Bernadette
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That article was very moving...thanks a lot for posting Cindy
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| angelgrl9
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thanks for the article, it was very touching.
|  GraceAnne
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sorry to bring up and old thread, but does anyone have a scan of this article? also, what is the story of how adam met bernadette originally?
thanks
|  Rose
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| posted: 1/10/2006 at 10:39:51 PM ET
While we're at it what was the comment that her grandmother made?
"Oh no, you won't. No, not a chance. No arguements, shut up and dance." -You'll Never Get Away From Me
"And if it wasn't for me then where would you be Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?" -Rose's Turn
| GraceAnne
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hahahaa that too. thanks rose
| moljul
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| posted: 1/10/2006 at 11:09:06 PM ET
Haven't read the article in a long while but I'm going to assume the grandmother comment was regarding her grandmother's lack of approval of the career of an actress. It was something along the lines of "In her eyes, I was as close to being a whore without actually lying on my back". Ah, those old world grandmothers.
As for how Adam met Bernadette. She was the first woman he ever saw naked. He was like 9 or something when his mother, Phyllis Newman, was doing On The Town with Bernadette. One night after the show his mother took him backstage to meet everyone. Being a nine year old boy and probably not possessing many manners at that point he barged into Bernadette's dressing room before his mother had a chance to knock and Bernadette was changing at the time.
"I'm one star away from Dolly Parton ... and Raymond Massey is between us. I hope we don't suffocate him." Bernadette Peters receiving her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, April 24, 1987
| Rose
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| posted: 1/10/2006 at 11:16:02 PM ET
Thanks. LOL
"Oh no, you won't. No, not a chance. No arguements, shut up and dance." -You'll Never Get Away From Me
"And if it wasn't for me then where would you be Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?" -Rose's Turn
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