THE MARILYN MOVIE HIT LIST SONG from Phil’s JFK in CRISIS. Where were you in 1962? Bill Persky of Kate and Allie fame called the lyrics “brilliant.” Need a lyricist anyone?

These are my lyrics from Phil’s show.  Bill Persky called them “brilliant” and he had them published in the MSK anthology three years ago.  Hollywood, BUZZFeed – take notice:

Marilyn’s Movie List Lyrics by Jacqueline Becker copyright 2017

I’m hot

It’s my spot 

And we know that 

Some Like It Hot

I am flirty, bubbly, sassy, fun.

We all know that:

Gentlemen Always Prefer Blondes

I do for him

What Viagra does for you men

Seen my movie, Niagara? 

See it again.

I’m hot.

She’s not

She is cold and distant

She’s in Virginia

A debutante

A Brunette

An Aristocrat-

With too much etiquette.

The President is a Prince

And I am his Showgirl

He will be mine and we’ll tell the whole world

It’s six years plus  

And he’s got the Seven Year Itch

But who’s counting?

I know how to marry really rich

Take your best shot

Something’s got to give

Step aside- Washington is MY Bus Stop

The Prez and I are no Misfits

Because together

An icon and a legend will live forever

Together 

An icon and a legend will live forever.

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One lovely senior was scheduled to take a trip

She joined my talk for fifteen minutes and told me in advance that she was scheduled to take a trip.  She would leave at 11:30 and I was not to take it personally.

Well, I had to remind her when it was 11:40.  She got up and much to my surprise, she came back five minutes later.  “I’ll take the trip in a two weeks when they offer it again,” she said.  She stayed after my little talk was over to chat privately with me about what she was doing to stay relevant.

These senior citizens are national treasures!

I spent a fabulous hour with a group of readers at the Atria Roslyn Harbor

I came to talk and I learned from my audience.  There are some fabulous things going on at the Atria in Roslyn Harbor.  Thank you, Megan for inviting me.  I feel privileged to have met a group of feisty, alert, active, engaged people who are in their nineties – some even very close to 100.  They inspired me, as I hope I entertained them.  Summer camp for seniors with a lot of activities ranging from exercise-  including rowing teams, to talks, to trips, these people are staying relevant! I raise my glass to toast them:  To health,  to health, to health, to health, to health! (Judith Viorst)

4 more copies just sold! I hope you enjoy the read!

MAY I recommend a summer light-hearted read? Available on www.amazon.com &/or kindle.

My book is light enough to read on a plane or at the beach but hits on every concern you have about aging – with humor and self reflection, you don’t have to age alone.  AGE WITH ME!

THE BLANKET

My dollhouse was holy.  No one was allowed to touch it.  I would know in a heartbeat if something was out of place.  I made a braided carpet for the living room.  I had a table and chairs for the kitchen.  But I never acquired kitchen appliances.  And I do not recall having a dollhouse bathroom.  I drew pictures and hung them on the walls.  I cut out a watch out from a magazine and hung it on the back of the bookcase and it served as a clock.  There were no stairs.  It didn’t look that much different from our apartment.  But no one yelled in my dollhouse.  In fact, no one spoke.  It was quiet.  It was perfect.  

I was six years old before I met her.  She finally came from Israel to meet her grandchildren.  My bubbie came on a Sunday, her head covered.  But when she was getting ready for bed, she took her kerchief off and I saw her brush her hair.  She did not have one gray strand.

Monday morning came and I had to leave for school.  I was reluctant.  No one had showered me with love before.  No one blew kisses at me and smiled warmly.  This grandma, however, was not shy and she squinted her eyes, kissed my forehead, and said:

“Ai, geshmackta!” 

I thought that geshmackta was the name for the type of kiss she gave me, her lips closing in with a smack and warmth that started at the site of the kiss and penetrated my soul.  It was only a little while ago that I came to understand that: “Ai, geshmackta” means “Oh, delicious!” inYiddish and that this grandma, who did not know me, was calling me “Delicious!”

When I came home that Monday late afternoon, my bubbie was gone.  She went on to visit her other grandchildren.  But when I went to my dollhouse, there was a bright pink and cornflower blue blanket on the big bed.  Evidently my grandmother had asked my mother for scrap yarn and she took the time to crochet that blanket for me.  I learned another important lesson about love that day.  I realized that even though my grandmother could not communicate with me in words, she “got” me.  She recognized how important that dollhouse was for me.  She chose to make me something to show me that she understood me.  And I learned what loved felt like.

Maybe that is why I learned how to knit and instead of making sweaters I focused my efforts on making afghans  and throws for all the people who I love.  When my daughter went off to college, she went armed with a beautiful wool blanket so she would be warm even if the dorm was drafty.  When my daughter got engaged, I asked her to pick a pattern and colors and I made her an afghan as part of her engagement gift.  When my grandson was born, I made him a cotton baby blanket and a wool blanket for the carriage.  Then I made him a throw when he moved into a real bed.  I just finished a blanket for my granddaughter.  It is a dusty teal, the perfect color to offset her light complexion, burnt sienna eyes, and strawberry blond curls.  

My granddaughter aptly calls blankets “cozies.”  So, I am giving her the teal blanket for her third birthday.  And I have a date with my granddaughter.  On her seventh birthday, I will take her to the knitting store and teach her beginning knitting.  On her tenth birthday, I will help her make her first afghan.  

SEE YOU AT THE ATRIA SENIOR LIVING IN ROSLYN HABOR NEXT WEEK!

I will be presenting my book discussion on aging – not a how-to – because I DO NOT KNOW how to!  Instead, we will explore the five most common concerns about aging and how we feel about them.  Using stories from my life and book, RAGING AGAINST AGING, and poems by Judith Viorst ( Too Young to be Seventy, Unexpectedly Eighty), Dr. Seuss (You’re Only Old Once), and Nora Ephron (I Feel Bad about my Neck), we will laugh as we do everything we can to stay relevant!!!!!!!  If you have a mom or dad there, please join us!