I’m not a particularly huge Liz Taylor fan; growing up she was just the dramatic lady in the White Diamonds commercials (“these have always brought me luck”), who was butt of many jokes about her multiple husbands.
My grandmother, on the other hand, was a huge Liz Taylor fan. My grandma kind of resembled her, although not as gorgeous or glamorous. They both had black hair – similarly style (most likely not a coincidence), fair skin, and light eyes (Grandma had blue; Liz, of course, had violet). Grandma was also quite svelte before she had 6 kids. They were around the same age, and I feel like Grandma loved Liz because she was the glamorous, talented antidote to her boring, Midwestern life.
My grandma passed away on July 1, 2010 after suffering a stroke. My grandpa had passed earlier that year, and we really think she was too lost without him. While we were cleaning out their house, my aunt asked me if I wanted to take some of Grandma’s books (she was an avid reader). Among others, I jumped on the Liz Taylor biography, Liz, by C. David Heymann. I remember when she read it and thought it was quite a juicy read.
Thursday night, I decided to break it open. I’m not too far along in the book, but from everything I’ve been reading these past two days, she seems like she was a pretty kick-ass woman. Hell, she even arranged for herself to be fashionably late to her own funeral!
In honor of Liz and Grandma, I plan watching some of her classic films, perhaps a Liz Taylor Movie Marathon? The must views:
- Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
- Butterfield 8
- Who’s Afraid of Virgina Woolfe
- Suddenly, Last Summer
- A Place in the Sun
So rest in peace, Dame Liz; you will be missed.