Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Long Trip Downunder (Excerpt 3.) By Tracey Vale

(The following is an excerpt from the beginning of a chapter dealing with a trip to Australia and Joan's subsequent appointment as Snow White.)

Chesney Allen had sent me to audition for the Australian production of My Fair Lady. My audition was successful and I was on to the next stage—another audition to decide between myself, Julie Anthony and one other candidate. I was concerned, however, that there wasn’t a part for Paul and couldn’t imagine going so far away without him or having him out of work when he was enjoying so much work here in the U.K. and abroad. I’d expressed my concerns to Chesney but he was unable to make any guarantees or to secure a part for Paul. On the basis of this, I turned down the deciding audition and the part went to Julie Anthony.

Only a number of weeks later, Chesney offered me another role in Australia. This time he assured me that Paul would also be employed.

“Do you want to go to Australia this time?” asked Chesney. “It’s a 16-week contract for both of you.” We had just finished the contract working with Adam faith and were in his office to negotiate the next, so it wasn’t a difficult decision, especially as it involved Paul.

“Yes—we’ll go,” I said.

“Great—only you’ll need to book a berth on the Orcades. It’s sailing this week!” he announced. “You’ll be working for Tibor Rudas. Don’t know much about it…” He rummaged through some paper-work on his desk, glanced over a hand-written note and said, “He saw you, Joan, playing Cinderella. He was very impressed. I explained that Paul had to be part of the package and he readily agreed to those terms.” Looking at the note again, he located a notepad and scribbled down the relevant address. “You’ll need to disembark in Sydney and meet Tibor at his office there.”


More Stage Work / Adam Faith Tour (Excerpt 2.)


(The following is an excerpt, the end of a chapter concerning Summer revues and touring with Adam Faith.)

Due to her tireless efforts, there had been a great deal of publicity surrounding Adam. His every move was choreographed for this tour and interviews were written for him. He was involved in many photo shoots arranged by his agent and created to instill popular opinion about his character.

One evening, before the show, I waved the newspaper at him as he came towards us. “When have you had time to ride around on horses?” I asked.

He laughed sheepishly. Taking the paper he read out the caption beneath a photograph of him astride a horse. “’Adam loves to get up early and go horse riding’,” he laughed again. Glancing up at Paul and I, he said “I was bloody scared! I’d never been on a horse before! It’s all supposed to build this appealing image to make the girls go crazy.”

And crazy they were. Every night, outside the theatres we toured in with Adam, there were crowds of girls gathered. Shouts rang out, “We want Adam! We want Adam!” After the show, he would be mobbed again by crowds at the stage door. He hated it, so we devised a plan to get him out each night, unnoticed. We had a large basket, a skip, we used for transporting all the puppets, props and costumes. Between Paul and I and anyone else we could rope in, we had him bundled into the skip and carried him out to waiting transport without anyone being the wiser.

References

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Cited 17/6/2013. Adam Faith article, Brighton Hippodrome appearance.

www.hippodromebristol.co.uk/page9.html (Scroll down below the photos and view the date.) Cited 17/6/2013

Germany (Excerpt only. 1.) By Tracey Vale

(The following is an excerpt only and is the end of the chapter on Germany. The chapter deals with the War Office tour in Germany and includes Joan's experience while being shown through the Bergen Belsen Concentration Camp.)

Continuing on, our footsteps echoed in the silence as we entered a massive storage room. In a grim reminder that they remained unclaimed, a mountain of suitcases towered toward the lofty ceiling. They were stacked haphazardly in a corner—looking more like a bizarre contemporary art piece in a resonant space. They spoke volumes.

As well as the officer, a German man accompanied us on this grim tour of the camp. He was from the town of Belsen and had witnessed the death march as these impoverished people made their way to the camp. He had been contributing various facts to us in extension of what the British officer was telling us, including verifying that the lamp in the doctor’s office was believed to have been made from the skin of a prisoner and that there were many more like it as part of the Nazi’s medical experimentation at the time.

I turned to him now. “Why didn’t the people in the village of Belsen know what was going on?” I asked.
  
“They did,” he spoke quietly and with some difficulty as his English was very limited. “Some people helped very much.” Pausing, he looked as though he was recalling something or someone. “You know little man?” He asked, gesturing with his hand below hip height.

“Do you mean ‘dwarf’?” I asked.

“Yes! Very little and very thin like this,” he moved his hands closer to indicate a narrow person.

“Ah—a midget. Turner’s Syndrome,” I explained.

The man agreed and went on to tell us how this German ‘midget’, a very kind man who lived in Belsen, risked his life time after time to deliver food portions to the abhorrently impoverished inmates of the first Bergen-Belsen camp. He would crawl through the water pipes with his offerings, a difficult and highly risky exercise. The man didn’t know what had become of him but I can only hope that his sacrifices were met with just reward. He had chosen to take action in a situation where many wouldn’t, and didn’t. Where many considered they were unable to help, that there was nothing they could do, this man knew he could, regardless of how small that assistance may have seemed. He is, or was, one of those unsung heroes.


References

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