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Posted - May 3, 2004 When I got to Reno five days later, a room had been reserved for
me on the 9th floor, down the hall from the Millers, and
around the corner from Paula’s suite. The flurry of excitement,
and the hustle and bustle attendant upon the beginning of any movie
on location permeated the hotel. When I reached Paula, she asked me
in for a glass of tea. "Trouble is already raising its ugly
head. I’m so glad you’re here. Marilyn will need all the help
she can get. I’ll tell her you’re here, and I’m sure you’ll
be hearing from her." That afternoon I met May Reis in person,
and found her to be a bright, articulate, charming woman; and that
we had many theatre friends in common. That afternoon began a
friendship that has endured to this day, but which may end if this
ever sees the light of day. She is the most private person I’ve
ever known, and may not like my writing this account of my
relationship with Marilyn. But I have no intention of discussing any
of her confidential comments, nor of her relationship with Marilyn.
The same goes with DiMaggio. Except the few times I met him with
her; May and some of the comments Marilyn made, and incidents which
show the deep regard and love she had for him. The tapes I made through those months have no organization to
them. I did not follow Maggie’s advice and talk into the machine
every night before going to bed. Early on, I barely got ready for
bed, before a call would come for a second massage, a partial
massage, such as rubbing her back, and then her feet until she fell
asleep. Then, the first thing in the morning, while she was sipping
tea and then while Whitey was doing her make-up and Agnes the wig,
and Paula going over the lines with her. But, for better or worse,
and whether the continuity is exact, I will try to give an inkling
of some of the MISFITS days. The party given for the company – I think it was a combination
"opening night" and celebration for Gable’s birthday.
Huston seemed to be the master of ceremonies. The Gables and the
Millers were at the table with Huston. Paula and I went together,
and she was annoyed at not being included in that table. Several
times I saw Marilyn looking around and finally she saw Paula, and
threw a kiss to us. The first scene I saw being shot, was of Kevin McCarthy coming
down the steps of the courthouse, and meeting Marilyn on the
sidewalk outside. During a break, she called me over to introduce me
to him, and to Huston. Kevin and I had known each other for some
years, but it was the first time I met Huston. That night, "I’ve
known Kevin and Joan ever since I married Arthur. They were part of
his life. Some of the most pleasant social times in New York were
dinners with them, and Nancy Walker and Monty Clift and
Maureen." "I guess you must know Monty too."
"Yes, not well. I studied with Myra Rosofsky – his coach, and
met him through her." "Oh, I want to hear about her
sometime. And I’ll tell you about a coach I used to have, Natasha
Lytess. But, Monty is very nervous about this picture. I don’t
know how he feels about massage, but would you mind helping him,
should he want?" "See you tomorrow." The first Sunday we had off, May Reis, Dorothy Blass and I
decided to got to Virginia City to explore the town. On our way
there, May said what a wonderful day and place to have a picnic. We
asked someone on the main street of Virginia City if there was a
place where we could get the makings for a picnic. A guardian angel
was over us because he told us about a restaurant on the edge of
town called "The Country Inn." We went there, and asked
the lady who ran it, Edith Palmer, about a picnic lunch to take out.
She said, "of course, but you couldn’t find a better picnic
ground than her garden. I could also make a pitcher of martinis, ice
tea, coffee, whatever?" Outside of the fact that it turned out
to be one of the most delicious meals I’ve ever had, because we
loved it so; each of us told Marilyn, and for the next few months it
became a haven for her. For much of the time, it was halfway between
location and Reno, the food and the ambiance was absolutely
fantastic. Edith Palmer was one of the greatest in the world. And we
could all meet in our various vehicles to relax from the day’s
work.
*The Hotel Mapes has since been torn down, unfortunately. Details
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