Before twitter there were fan letters: Dear Mr. Redford

November 12, 1973 Dear Bob  Mr. Redford,I just had to write to tell you how hot and sexy talented, I think you are.  Laura and I bickered over who was more desirable — Robert Redford or Clint Eastwood — with as much fervor as we girls once debated who our favorite Beatle was, Paul or John, George or Ringo. Laura's mother, tiny Corky, curled up in her easy chair with a ciggie and a cup of tea, pronounced both actors 'tall drinks of water'. This was so long before  water became such a desirable commodity that we actually had to buy it by the bottle, back in the seventies when water was still free even in the once desert lands of Los Angeles, that I never quite understood the praise. But yes, Redford could put his shoes under my bed any time, as our mothers might have said, mostly about men whose paths they would likely never cross. I had it so bad for Robert Redford after seeing The Way We Were ; wishing I were Barbara Streisand with her impossibly long eleg

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Peter Panned: The Peter Pan Statue in Kensington Park

Before my husband and I visited London in May of last year (2017) I spent Fridays taking a virtual walk of the city, sharing what I learned via my friend google in a weekly post called Above Ground on the London Underground. That’s when I first visited Peter Pan in Kensington Garden.

At the time Joy, fellow blogger and host of British Isles Friday commented that she found the Peter Pan statue difficult to photograph. After visiting the statue for myself, I can only say, No kidding! I couldn’t get a really good shot either. But I wonder, does the fault rest with the photographer or the subject?

J.M. Barrie commissioned the statue from Sir George Frampton and secretly had it installed in Kensington Park—without permission—in the middle of the night, as if Tinkerbell herself had flown it into place. 

According to the announcement J.M. Barrie himself had published in the Times  ...

“There is a surprise in store for the children who go to Kensington Gardens to feed the ducks in the Serpentine this morning. Down by the little bay on the south-western side of the tail of the Serpentine they will find a May-day gift by Mr J.M. Barrie, a figure of Peter Pan blowing his pipe on the stump of a tree, with fairies and mice and squirrels all around. It is the work of Sir George Frampton, and the bronze figure of the boy who would never grow up is delightfully conceived.’’

But is it? While Barrie touted it like it was the greatest thing ever, I wonder if the children who flocked to the statue of Peter Pan were as disappointed as I was? All those fairies and mice and squirrel sound wonderful but seeing them in situ, they seem stuck in place, melted in metal, not unlike the tragic figures found at Pompeii where the molten volcanic ash stopped everything in its path. Casting Peter in bronze, trapping him at the top of the pedestal, robbing him of flight, keeping him bound in place too ridiculous. The heaviness of it, the very  immovability of the work seem the exact opposite of childhood’s lightness, where flying off to Neverland requires a degree of magical weightlessness of its own. 

How else to fly to the second star to the right and straight on 'til morning?


  1. Good points - they do all look a little stuck. I found it difficult to photograph 'cos it was heaving with people having their photographs taken in front of it... :-)

  2. There's that too. Hence the woman wandering round in one of my shots. I ran out of patience waiting for her to leave.

  3. Its origin seems more magical than its reality.

    1. That's putting it exactly right.


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