Now we're crying again. Janet Leigh has died. Details here. She was 77, and known to us sisters -- Si-susie and Su-sissy -- via movie mags at Grammy's in the Fifties as a well-endowed Hollywood glamor girl. Mummy would drive us to Grammy's on the roller-coaster road between Exeter, NH and Fitchburg, MA and drop us off for Christmas vacation. We'd scramble to the magazine rack at Hubby's drugstore -- Loddy's Pharmacy -- on Main Street for all the comics and fan mags you could carry, free for the taking. Presumably they were put back onto the rack for sale after we had had our fill.
Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh "together in 'The Perfect Furlough'"
Janet Leigh and Tony Curtis, one of those Photoplay photo-op couples like Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher. Kind of disgusting, especially the men, but fascinating to read about. None of those Clairol blondes could hold a candle to pure-as-the-driven-snow brunette Liz Taylor, of course. The reason she married so often was because she would never have sex with a man she wasn't married to . . . Or at least a man she intended to marry in the very near future as soon as he divorced his current wife ('stole Eddie right out from under the nose of "best friend" Debbie). But Janet and Tony had a life. Kids (middle-agers?) today would know her as the woman slashed in the shower in "Psycho" -- and mother of the magnificent Jamie Lee Curtis of "A Fish Named Wanda" and "Halloween." God bless, Jamie Lee.