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DORIS DAY
Dodo in Yankeeland
On location in New England for "That Jane From Maine," Doris had more than one surprise at the hands of the local citizenry
HOSPITALITY and warmth of supposedly reserved New Englanders are what impressed Doris most daring her sojourn in Connecticut.
By VI SWISHER
W ITH THAT lettuce-crisp flair no else can quite imitate, Doris Day walked into the little New England dry goods store in Chester, Connecticut.
"What can I do for you, Miss?" The elderly shopkeeper peered at her over the top of his glasses as he leaned across the old-fashioned counter.
Doris said she'd like to buy some warm woolen — er — lingerie. You know the kind. Form-fitting. . . . knee-length. . . . just the thing to keep the sharp nip of New England from nibbling at a Southern Californian accustomed to the almost year-around soft warmth of a semi-tropical sun.
The purchase completed, Doris took her package and left. But a few days later she got a report of the follow-up conversation that took place in the store.
"That girl reminds me of someone," the shopkeeper had said to a woman customer who'd been looking at dress patterns when Doris came in.
"Naturally," replied the woman, who had kept a keen but discreet eye on the transaction.
The merchant pondered a moment. "I know," he decided. "She looks like Doris Day."
"She is Doris Day," snapped the customer impatiently. "Going to make a movie, right here in Chester. Mean to say you haven't read about it?"
A thin smile of enlightenment cracked the shopkeeper's rugged New England countenance. "A lady," he beamed. "Nice. . . . natural. Must do something for her."
He did, too. Later, when actual filming started on Columbia's "That Jane From Maine," he invited Doris to use the back room of his little store as her own private haven from the hurly-burly of shooting in and around Chester during the company's more than two-month location there.
He had tea and privacy waiting for her every day, and Doris often and gratefully took advantage of his thoughtful hospitality.
His consideration was typical of the whole town's attitude toward her. No wonder she loved every minute of her stay in the Nutmeg State.
Doris says that if her schedule would permit and she could have her way, she'd be spending the holiday season with her family in a certain house in Connecticut between Deep River and Essex, on the river road near Chester.
"It would be like living in a Christmas card," Doris sparkled. Queen of this Christmas card realm back when it was the springtime setting for "That Jane From Maine."
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