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I wrote a note to Debbie asking her if I could see her but I never dreamed she would invite me to visit her and that we two would sit and talk
A s far back as I can remember, my favorite actress has been / » Debbie Reynolds. The first time I saw her was in “Singing in the Rain.” It was in 1952 and I was seven years old and we were living in Weisbaden, Germany. My father’s a major in the Air Force so we move around quite a lot.
From that day on she became my idol and since then I’ve cut out every picture of her I can find in magazines and newspapers— I’ve boxes full — and when we’ve moved house, those boxes have always been the first thing I’ve packed.
When I was younger (I’m fourteen now) I used to dream about her. I’d imagine all sorts of ways I could possibly get to see her. But never once did I dream that someday I’d really meet Debbie Reynolds.
The day I saw all those newspaper headlines and big stories about Debbie, Eddie and Elizabeth Taylor, I felt like running and telling her how sorry I was. But I reasoned that it would be foolish to try and get to Debbie when
every important writer in the country would probably be standing in line waiting to talk to her. But I did live nearby, in Inglewood which is only a few miles from Hollywood. Maybe I could see her . . .
I found out who Debbie’s agent was and wrote him a letter. It took me ever so long before I finally got what I wanted down on paper. I explained that I’d admired Debbie for years and then I practically told him my whole life story! I thought that maybe that way he would understand that I was sincere. I promised him that if he could arrange an interview, I’d be very appreciative and vowed I’d not say a thing which would make her feel bad. And I added as a P.S. that I’d love to meet her on the set of a picture most of all.
Two weeks passed. I ran home from school every day to check the mail. After fourteen days I began to give up hope. On the morning of November 7th, I was in the school library studying for an exam. I just happened to look out of the window when I ( continued )
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