I was saddened yesterday when I read actress Patty Duke had died. She was 69 years old. For me, and many of my contemporaries Patty Duke was someone we grew up with, her name a part of our youthful lexicon. We first came to know her in The Miracle Worker, the definitive film about the young Helen Keller. Duke's outstanding performance as the mute, deaf Keller won her an Academy Award for best supporting actress. I was reminded of my sophomore year of high school when the Drama department decided on the play The Miracle Worker for the Fall production , and remembered our Drama coach, Mr. Phillips telling Carol Morris, the student cast in the role of Helen Keller to watch Patty Duke and immolate her acting style. I think it's fair to say The Miracle Worker and Patty Duke's role as Helen Keller was to her what Dorothy and The Wizard of Oz was to Judy Garland
I thought about her popular television series, The Patty Duke Show in the early 1960's and how I tried never to miss an episode. Patty played duo roles , identical cousins Patty and Cathy. She played each part so well, it was hard to believe Patty and Cathy really weren't two different people.
Once, after visiting my cousin, Shauna for two weeks in Salt Lake City, and hearing over and over how much I looked like my cousin, I would sometimes daydream , like young teenagers often do , that Shauna and I could star in our own television show - with Shauna as the well spoken, sophisticated Cathy and me as the more care free Patty.
Fans read about Patty Duke in magazines; her relationship with Desi Arnaz, Jr. , her marriage to John Astin , the birth of her son, Sean. Her challenges with being Bipolar, and the positive light she brought to mental illness.
After my family and I moved to north Idaho in 1992, I thought it very cool Patty Duke and her husband had also moved to north Idaho where she became active with charities and local theater in Coeur d Alene and Spokane. I was lucky to see Patty live on stage - once where she starred , along with my young cousin Mallory Cooney King in the musical The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee at Coeur d Alene Summer Theater . Patty, as always was a delight to watch, her love for performing so evident. I remember that performance well as it helped lift some my heart's heavy sadness after my brothers recent passing.
Mostly, in thinking about Patty Duke what came to mind was the night my husband, Gary and I went to see the musical Gypsy starring Patty as Mama Rose at the Spokane Civic Theater. I brought my copy of her autobiography , Call Me Anna along just in case she might sign it. And to my great delight she did! Gary and I hung around after the curtain went down to check with the attendant about having Patty Duke sign my book. The attendant asked us to wait while he spoke with Patty Duke about it. Before long he returned, asking us to follow him as he ushered us backstage. As I walked toward the chair where Patty was sitting , she stood up, put her hand out to shake mine and introduced herself. Like she would need introducing! I was surprised to see how petite she was, and how approachable. Her smile so natural and real, so welcoming! She had a twinkle in her eye as we conversed back and forth. If I had thoughts about being nervous asking her to sign my book, there was no need, she put me completely at ease. After a few minutes she asked for the book I had tucked under my left arm , grabbed a pen from the nearby table and signed it:
Love to you, Kathy
from Anna
Patty Duke
Nov. 1, '03
Meeting Patty Duke that night made a special night out even more special.
But that's not the end of the story. A few years ago , I had somehow lost the book. I searched everywhere for it, but could find it nowhere. Unusual for me to misplace a favored book, as I am known to keep good care of books. For months I ranted about losing the book to friends and family, and finally had to presume the book was wrongly placed in a box for discard. Reflecting on Patty Duke's passing yesterday , I was disappointed all over again for having lost the book she had inscribed to me. I went on about chores, took an afternoon walk, and thought to myself, if I ever find that book now, it would be a miracle ! It wasn't to much later , after I was back in the house that a jolting, bolting thought pressed me to go to the bookshelves in the Study. I had already looked there several times for the Duke book, I thought it would be a waste, but the thought was so compelling and insistent I should look again, I did. And lo and behold after pulling three books from the shelf, there it was ! Call Me Anna ! I quickly pulled it from where it was, turned to the opening page where Patty Duke had written her inscription, and smiled !
I thought about her popular television series, The Patty Duke Show in the early 1960's and how I tried never to miss an episode. Patty played duo roles , identical cousins Patty and Cathy. She played each part so well, it was hard to believe Patty and Cathy really weren't two different people.
Once, after visiting my cousin, Shauna for two weeks in Salt Lake City, and hearing over and over how much I looked like my cousin, I would sometimes daydream , like young teenagers often do , that Shauna and I could star in our own television show - with Shauna as the well spoken, sophisticated Cathy and me as the more care free Patty.
Fans read about Patty Duke in magazines; her relationship with Desi Arnaz, Jr. , her marriage to John Astin , the birth of her son, Sean. Her challenges with being Bipolar, and the positive light she brought to mental illness.
After my family and I moved to north Idaho in 1992, I thought it very cool Patty Duke and her husband had also moved to north Idaho where she became active with charities and local theater in Coeur d Alene and Spokane. I was lucky to see Patty live on stage - once where she starred , along with my young cousin Mallory Cooney King in the musical The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee at Coeur d Alene Summer Theater . Patty, as always was a delight to watch, her love for performing so evident. I remember that performance well as it helped lift some my heart's heavy sadness after my brothers recent passing.
Mostly, in thinking about Patty Duke what came to mind was the night my husband, Gary and I went to see the musical Gypsy starring Patty as Mama Rose at the Spokane Civic Theater. I brought my copy of her autobiography , Call Me Anna along just in case she might sign it. And to my great delight she did! Gary and I hung around after the curtain went down to check with the attendant about having Patty Duke sign my book. The attendant asked us to wait while he spoke with Patty Duke about it. Before long he returned, asking us to follow him as he ushered us backstage. As I walked toward the chair where Patty was sitting , she stood up, put her hand out to shake mine and introduced herself. Like she would need introducing! I was surprised to see how petite she was, and how approachable. Her smile so natural and real, so welcoming! She had a twinkle in her eye as we conversed back and forth. If I had thoughts about being nervous asking her to sign my book, there was no need, she put me completely at ease. After a few minutes she asked for the book I had tucked under my left arm , grabbed a pen from the nearby table and signed it:
Love to you, Kathy
from Anna
Patty Duke
Nov. 1, '03
Meeting Patty Duke that night made a special night out even more special.
But that's not the end of the story. A few years ago , I had somehow lost the book. I searched everywhere for it, but could find it nowhere. Unusual for me to misplace a favored book, as I am known to keep good care of books. For months I ranted about losing the book to friends and family, and finally had to presume the book was wrongly placed in a box for discard. Reflecting on Patty Duke's passing yesterday , I was disappointed all over again for having lost the book she had inscribed to me. I went on about chores, took an afternoon walk, and thought to myself, if I ever find that book now, it would be a miracle ! It wasn't to much later , after I was back in the house that a jolting, bolting thought pressed me to go to the bookshelves in the Study. I had already looked there several times for the Duke book, I thought it would be a waste, but the thought was so compelling and insistent I should look again, I did. And lo and behold after pulling three books from the shelf, there it was ! Call Me Anna ! I quickly pulled it from where it was, turned to the opening page where Patty Duke had written her inscription, and smiled !
