Biographical Fiction

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5 February 2021

Published February 3, 2021 by rochellewisoff

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ONE FURTHER WORD! PLEASE!!!

We’ll never forget 2020, the Pandammit and the hoarding of such items as cleaning supplies and toilet paper. Many are the stories written on the subject. So…I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE-DOG DARE YOU TO NOT write a story that has to do with lockdown, quarantine or the big C-19. You won’t be chastised or kicked to the kerb if you do, but…

Without further adieu, here’s my story.

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

TYPECAST

Riccardo DiGuglielmo couldn’t see himself frittering away his life as a clerk.  He decided to follow in his parents’ footsteps in show business. 

Studying the fifteen-year-old, the Hamilton, Ontario radio director smiled. “You have a good voice for radio, son. Your name?”

“Um…” Riccardo hesitated. He didn’t want to be typecast as an Italian. “Dick Wilson.”

Years later, his character, Mr. Whipple, a store clerk who chastised anyone who dared to squeeze the Charmin, became an American household name.

The actor laughed, “I’ve done thirty-eight pictures and nobody remembers any of them, but they all remember me selling toilet paper.”

For those who never saw one of these 500 adverts, here’s one of the early ones that catapulted Dick Wilson to commercial success.

22 January 2021

Published January 20, 2021 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

STEPPIN’ STONES

Janelle thumbed through Variety. “NBC’s airing a new program called ‘Circus Boy.’” She ruffled her ten-year-old son’s blond hair. “Would you like to audition?”

“Nah.” Micky wrinkled his nose. “I got a baseball game.”

“You know what Dad says. ‘You have to follow the fish; the fish won’t follow you.’”

Micky, who enjoyed watching his father act on television, thought for a moment. “Okay. I’ll go.”

Two years later, Micky “Braddock” aka Corky learned about fleeting fame when “Circus Boy” ended.

Opportunity knocked again via NBC when 20-year-old Micky Dolenz snagged the role of the “Pre-Fab-Four’s” drummer in “The Monkees.”

In case you never caught the 1956-58 show (I didn’t), meet Micky Braddock

And one of my favorite Monkees songs with Micky singing lead.

 

14 January 2021

Published January 13, 2021 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

LISTEN TO THE BAND

“I’ve had enough of this scene,” said Stephen Stills as he sat at a coffee house in Greenwich Village. “I’m off to LA.”

Peter picked out a tune on his guitar. “Ya think you’ll make more bread out there?”

“Dunno. But it’s warmer.”

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As the two basked in California sunshine, Stephen handed Peter a newspaper. “I’m auditioning. Why don’t you?”

Peter read the ad. “I’m a musician. Haven’t acted since the PTA play in grade school.”

“It says ‘Musicians-Singers.’”

“Okay. What’ve I got to lose?”

Years later, Peter Tork told an interviewer.  “I’ll always have the Monkees on my back.”

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RIP Peter

February 13,1942- February 21, 2019

8 January 2021

Published January 6, 2021 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

HEY! HEY! MERCY, WOMAN!

“I got a boy to raise. I can’t afford to lose this job.” Bette ripped the document from the IBM electric. The bank called it progress, she called it futile. “Doggone unerasable ink. Someone should invent…hmm.”

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“Is that paint in the blender?” asked 12-year-old Michael.

Bette took a bottle of the white stuff to work with a small paintbrush. Before she knew it, her coworkers clamored for a bottle. She called her lucrative invention “Mistake-Out.”

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“My mom was a dynamo. She built the Liquid Paper Corporation from nothing.” Monkee Michael Nesmith drawled. “All I did was sing and write songs.”

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and just for fun…one of the songs Mike Nesmith wrote

25 December 2020

Published December 23, 2020 by rochellewisoff

 

 

Whatever holiday you celebrate or don’t at this time of year I wish you a season of peace and joy.

Shalom, Rochelle

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

A DAY FOR LOVING

“Gonna to be the best Christmas ever.” Mildred wrapped the last of the children’s presents. “I was beginning to fear hope was gone.”

She would never forget that night nine years ago. Beside Richard, she woke to a blinding flashlight and a gruff voice. “Whatcha think you’re doin’?”

She pointed to the District of Columbia marriage license on the wall. “I’m his wife.”

“Not here you ain’t.” The Caroline County sheriff snarled. “Here it’s illegal for white to marry colored.”

“Thanks to the U.S. Supreme Court,” Richard Loving circled his arms around Mildred and kissed her, “I can love my wife.”

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13 November 2020

Published November 11, 2020 by rochellewisoff

 

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

BY DESIGN

“The final Yuletide of the 19th century is upon us. What will the 20th hold? Perhaps we women will be allowed to vote.” Maud settled back against her pillows. “We’ll make it happen.” Light snow fell past her window. Nearby carolers sang, “Silent Night.”

Her latest illustration sat unfinished on her easel.   

“Salutations, my little masterpiece.” She studied the infant in her arms. “I daresay those dark blue eyes shall turn brown. What a dear subject you’ll make, my Humphrey baby.”

“Humphrey baby indeed. Come to Papa, my son.” Maud’s husband Belmont lifted the child. “Merry Christmas, Humphrey Deforest Bogart!

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16 October 2020

Published October 14, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count:100

PINK DREAMS ON EAGLE’S WINGS

Back aching, Mary boxed up a vacuum sweeper. After a lucrative evening she was weary and ready to go home.

She coaxed a smile. “You’re a lovely hostess, Mrs. Spoonemore.”  

“Thank you for demonstrating Stanley products, Mrs. Rogers.” Ova handed her a jar with a penciled label. “A token of my appreciation.”

Mary opened it and sniffed. “What’s this?”

“My daddy’s hide-tanning formula. Keeps skin smooth and young-looking.”

Years later, tired of being passed over for promotions, Mary Kay bought the formula from Ova’s family for $500 and struck out on her own. The rest is pink history.

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18 September 2020

Published September 16, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

BIG RASCALS

“I was a baby when Mr. Roach hired me,” says George McFarland. “They still call me Spanky.”

Ernie grins. “I was one of the first back in the days before talkies. Sunshine Sammy, that was me.”

“I was Butch. The bully in the gang.” Tommy Bond adds with a twinkle in his eye, “Guess I had the scowl for it.”

Matthew Beard strokes his bald head, looking very much like little Stymie. “We was just kids. We went to school and played together. Black or white didn’t matter. Hal Roach loved kids.”

“Great times,” says Ernie. “I’d do it again.”

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*Some may remember the “Our Gang Comedy”  or, as it later became known in syndication “The Little Rascals.” Some may not. For a bit of a lengthy history CLICK HERE

28 August 2020

Published August 26, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

LOST IN THE BRONX

“Oy the pain.” Jonathan Charasuchin would moan when his mother gave boarders his room, relegating him to sleep on dining room chairs.

“Quit your kvetching,” his mother would say. “We need the money.”

 His sympathetic father introduced him to opera on the radio and took him to Yiddish theater productions.

The boy fell in love with the stage and dreamed of someday becoming an actor. Diligently he worked on losing his thick Bronx accent, imitating British film stars.

Forty years later, Jonathan Harris delighted Lost in Space fans with quips like “You bobble-headed booby” and “Oh the pain. The pain.”

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17 April 2020

Published April 15, 2020 by rochellewisoff

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Word Count: 100

Genre: Historical Fiction

I told myself I was going to give Historical Fiction a rest, but this story found me and begged to be shared. For those across the sea, let me introduce you to an American icon. (she should be) 

AFTER A FASHION

The sun rose on New York’s horizon, Lena’s adopted city since immigrating from Lithuania in 1895, as a 16-year-old orphan. The baby on her soaking hip crammed his fist into his mouth and whimpered.

            “Oy. My little pisher needs his vikileh changed.”

            Once the deed was done she sat at her sewing machine, sleeping infant on her lap. She yawned. “No rest for weary Widow Bryant. Miss Feingold needs her wedding dress.”

            Four years later, Lena opened her own shop. Thanks to the bank’s misspell on her loan, we now remember the designer of fashionable plus-size dresses as Lane Bryant.

 

  • Pisher is a Yiddish word for someone who can’t keep his drawers dry. Vikeleh is diaper or nappie depending on which side of the pond you’re on. 😉 

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