You Were: The Silent Star

November 5, 2010

 

You grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey. Your father, a milkman, was your very first fan. One sweet smile, and he’d give you anything your heart desired. What you desired most often was a trip around town in his truck—one of the first in the whole Garden State. As your father made his rounds, you’d hop out to place bottles of fresh milk on Hoboken’s doorsteps. It was during one such delivery that you acquired your second fan.

It just so happened that a struggling movie director was visiting his dear old auntie when you arrived at her door. He took one look at your big, brown eyes and flowing, black tresses and knew he’d finally found his fortune.

Between 1919 and 1925, you were a star of the silent screen. It was said that you could convey more feeling in a single smile than a poet could express in a lifetime. Your lips quivered better than anyone’s and your tears were always perfectly round. No one looked more terrified when tied to the train tracks or more blissful when wrapped in a lover’s arms.

Eventually, silent films went out of style, and “talkies” took over America’s movie screens. Many of your friends and colleagues found themselves suddenly unemployed. Their voices were to squeaky or their accents to grating. You, however, found yourself faced with a rather unexpected dilemma.

Your speaking voice was lovely, but whenever it was recorded, something magical happened. The day your first talkie appeared in theaters, women couldn’t stop weeping. Men dropped to their knees and didn’t get up. Babies refused to quit cooing. For almost a year, you had the most famous voice in the world.

You hated every minute of it. You couldn’t leave your house without being swarmed by love-struck suitors. Packs of small children followed you through the streets. Women blamed you for ruining their marriages. So you quit the movie business for good.

With the fortune you’d made during your six year career, you purchased a dairy and a fleet of delivery trucks, and you started your very own business. Occasionally, you’d ride along with one of the milkmen as he made his rounds. Whenever a customer would find a movie star placing fresh milk on his doorstep, you’d smile silently and hurry back to the truck.

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3 Responses to “You Were: The Silent Star”

  1. Paige Says:

    This is so much fun. I really hope that I’m next and that you don’t post while I’m in school.

  2. Cricket Says:

    Cute!

  3. Gretchen Says:

    Thank you! I love it


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