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Guest Post: Don on Prague, Part 2

April 14, 2013 at 8:30 am by Claudia

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I want to thank you all so very much for your comments. They mean a great deal to me.

Charles Norris was a big man. He had the build of an ex-athlete, a large head, and he sported a Van Dyke. He was an imposing man with a sardonic sense of humor. He was the first Chief Medical Examiner in the city of New York, circa 1918. He was one of the original founders of what would be forensic medicine as we know it today. He’s also one of the lead characters in The Poisoner’s Handbook, the film PBS is producing for their American Experience series, which just filmed in Prague in the Czech Republic.

I mention Mr. Norris’s size and general appearance because it’s one of the main reasons I got to see Prague and take on a wonderful and challenging role. I gave what I thought was a good audition, but when I finished the casting director said, in amazed tones, “Are you related to Charles Norris?!” I offered that, to the best of my knowledge, I was not. “Are you sure?!” “Well…I’m fairly sure, yes.” Everyone in the room seemed very amazed and pleased. They thanked me, and I left the audition for the cold, windy afternoon in Manhattan feeling that my chances on booking this might be pretty good.

And so they were. Yes, I got the job because I have good credits and I gave (if I do say so myself)) a really good audition (who knows why the muses are with you one day and the next they’re MIA?), but what nailed it was that I could look, with a little help, like Charles Norris. And that is why I got to go to Prague. If I had done a good audition, even a brilliant audition, but looked, say, like the songwriter Paul Williams, I never would have walked across the Charles Bridge, seen the Prague Castle, or (to my great shame) eaten half a roasted duck paid for by PBS. (Insert sigh from Claudia, longtime vegetarian.)

The director (Rob Rapley) is American, as was my co-star, the wonderful actor Chris Bowers who plays the key role of Gettler, the other half of the team that changed the face of forensic medicine.

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Bellevue Hospital Lab – Charles Norris is perched on the stool at left, Gettler is in the suit on the right.

We shot most of it in a huge, cavernous and abandoned building on the grounds of a currently active mental facility. In this dank and freezing building (you could see your breath), Czech workmen faithfully recreated the lab used by Norris/Gettler in the notorious Bellevue Hospital of the early 20th century. There was also a morgue. I have some production stills which are incredible but I’m not allowed to share them with you yet.

It was pretty eerie. One scene called for me to do an autopsy using a live, Czech actor (as the corpse) who had to endure lying on a cold gurney wearing a speedo! Between takes workers turned on a kind of turbo heater and covered him in blankets. (I felt a little guilty as my wardrobe worker and great gal “Gaby” rushed to my aide between takes with a large down jacket!). If you look very closely when the film airs, you might just see goosebumps and a shiver here and there from the “corpse” as I go about the business of examining his teeth, scalp and nose. It was cold in there!

Everyone was commenting about how strange it was to be filming on the grounds of a mental facility. One day while riding in our van from the hotel to the location, I suggested that maybe we were the mental cases who only thought we were making a film but were, in reality, patients at the facility. This got a huge laugh, as everyone elaborated on the idea. “The camera is really just a cardboard box!” And so on. It became a kind of running joke.

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 Vojta – First Assistant Director and a great guy.

Some of the other actors in the smaller roles were American Ex-Pats now living in Prague. One had married a Czech lady and now had a newborn. I could understand the lure of living there. It has so much history. It’s written in every cobblestone and street sign. Even the architecture has that strange combination of communist sensibility with old world beauty. I’ll admit my historical knowledge regarding this region is sketchy at best, but this place was under communist rule less than thirty years ago! Pretty interesting.

The actual filming, the day to day work, was no different from anywhere else. You spend a lot of time waiting. “Hurry up and wait” is the clichéd reference to working in film. Luckily, I had a toasty-warm trailer to hangout in between scenes. And, despite the language barrier, I had some wonderful talks with the Czech crew, especially the trusty “Gaby” who made it her business to keep me comfortable and in the right suit for the right scene. Her English was pretty good, though she just about gave up on trying to teach me how to say “thank you” in Czech. I was, in this regard, a disappointment.

Walter Matthau once said the a film shoot on location looks more like a military takeover. He was right. So many trucks! So many cables, and equipment, and catering tents with lots of good food! I’ll end this part of my story with a photo taken after we “wrapped” the shoot. The means, as you probably know, we finished! So many good people in this photo. And memories for a lifetime!

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Cast and crew – taken on the set right after we wrapped.

Charles Norris, I’m glad you were a big man!

In Part 3, I’ll take to the streets!

Don

Filed Under: Don, life, On The Road 32 Comments

The Problem With Doing Paperwork In The Kitchen

April 3, 2013 at 8:57 am by Claudia

My kitchen table is that catch-all we all have: a place for incoming mail, things to be sorted and, occasionally, the place I spread out and work. Yesterday, I was all set to start work on Twelfth Night, so I headed to the kitchen. Along the way, I noticed some cobwebs way up on top of the pantry, where we have an old bread tin and a basket on display.

Well, that simply had to be dealt with before I could start work on the text. So I grabbed my long handled duster and eliminated the cobwebs. The next thing I knew, I was climbing up on my stool, taking everything down, cleaning the top of the pantry, and washing the bread tin.

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But what about all the pottery that is displayed on top of the kitchen cabinets? You know, those places that are out of reach and somehow never get dusted?

Well. Now that I was aware of just how dusty things could get up there, I had to take action.

Yep. I was soon climbing on counters, retrieving my pottery, vacuuming the tops of the cupboards, washing the pottery.

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While the pottery was drying, I sat down and started Act 1 of Twelfth Night. About halfway in, I returned the pottery you see in this photo to its proper home and grabbed some more from the other set of cabinets. Same drill.

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I continued my work on Act 1 in the middle of my own particular stage setting consisting of vacuum, attachments, stool, duster, table filled with books and paper, pottery drying in the dish rack and Scout sleeping beside me.

That’s what happens when you try to do paperwork in the kitchen. Too many distractions.

Today I tackle the top of the hutch. And Act 2. But first, I have to run some errands.

Don’s having a great time. Yesterday, he had costume fittings and got his hair cut. It’s short. The look reminds me of old photos of George Orwell. He also met the rest of the cast and had lunch with the director. And explored Prague. He thought he would start filming today, but he has the day off. So he’ll have at least one more full day to sightsee. Lucky Don! Then it’s an early call on Thursday and filming all day.

Skype is wonderful. We can see each other and chat a couple of times a day and I love that. He is having a great adventure and I love that, too.

Happy Wednesday.

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Filed Under: Don, life, pottery, Shakespeare 38 Comments

Finding And Accepting My Unadorned Self As I Move Forward

March 28, 2013 at 8:56 am by Claudia

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In my younger days, I was quite the clothes horse. I didn’t spend a lot of money on clothes – I never really had that kind of budget – but I liked being put together and stylish. I wore earrings every day; my favorites were long and dangly or big, round hoops. I loved wearing makeup that highlighted my eyes, which I always considered my best feature. I was tall, thin and never seemed to gain a pound.

What the heck happened?

Well, many things happened. I no longer teach full-time, where I would have to put together an outfit and look presentable every day. I hang around the house far more often than not. I don’t really have the funds to buy new clothes, much as I would like to. A new pair of jeans is a major expense. Yesterday I bought a pack of white crew socks from the supermarket and it was a big deal.

I got older. My body has changed. My hips are wider, I am no longer the very thin woman I was.

I hardly ever wear makeup. I know I look better with it on, believe me. I often feel that I look rather monotone without makeup. I’m pale, my hair is going gray, my eyebrows aren’t as dark as they were. It all sort of blends together. But wearing makeup takes time and taking it off, especially eye makeup, is a drag. So I avoid it.

I often let my hair dry naturally and sometimes forget to run a brush through it.

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I have lots of jewelry and I love jewelry. But I hardly ever wear it. Bracelets, though lovely, move around on my wrist and get in my way. Necklaces? Only occasionally. I look at my jewelry and admire it and I’ll take a few pieces along to Hartford, but will I wear it? Probably only on opening night. Somehow it doesn’t feel quite right when I wear it. It doesn’t feel like me.

I used to wear rings on both hands. Now, I wear my wedding rings and that’s it.

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I have to remind myself to wear earrings every once in a while because I’m worried my pierced ears might close up.

On one hand, this is all very freeing. I’ve accepted what I feel comfortable with, whittled down all the stuff I used to do to a bare-bones regimen that seems to suit me.

On the other hand, have I let things slide too much?

I was talking to Don about this yesterday. I got worried that I must be looking rather bland lately: no makeup, sweatshirts and jeans, hair too long, not as thin as I used to be. You know the drill. Should I sport some makeup every day? Should I do this? Should I do that?

Don thinks I look beautiful. He doesn’t seem to be concerned about these things that bother me. He loves me and he sees me through love’s eyes. I’m grateful for that. He will immediately respond that he thinks I look more beautiful than ever. And I think he truly means just that.

When I go to Hartford, I will dutifully put on makeup every day and do my best to look presentable with the basic clothing that I have.

But what is a healthy letting go and what is too much letting go? Do you know what I mean? Do you struggle with this? I love the idea of being true to me, of reaching a level of acceptance that I didn’t have when I was younger and more concerned with looking a certain way. But this can also move into apathy and I don’t want that. I don’t want to be bound to all the crap that we’re bombarded with every day in the media as to what’s beautiful and what’s not. Or spend a ton of money on things to help me look more beautiful as I age. Oh no. I want to age with grace and acceptance.

Not always easy.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, my friends.

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Egg cups for today:

Left: This is my largest egg cup. These used to come in a set of two, but I only have one. The tops are salt and pepper shakers. The bottom is the egg cup. I really love this egg cup – the paint colors, the look on the egg’s face – it’s really beautiful. It has an Occupied Japan stamp on the bottom, which makes it more valuable than the standard Made in Japan marking.

Right: A pig holding a fork and a spoon, getting ready to dine on an egg. This was made for Tiffany and Co. by Elizabethan Staffordshire, Fine Bone China, England. I love that darn pig. Look at that face!

Both of these egg cups are displayed on a small hanging shelf in the den.

Happy Thursday.

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