Welcome, RayVal! I'm a subscriber to
Films of the Golden Age, so I'm sure I must have read some of your articles.
I've been here for a while but have never properly introduced myself. My name is Midge, I'm a retired television studio technician, and I live in San Francisco with my husband. I'm located on the higher end of the geezer spectrum, but I from reading the other introductions I can see that a few of you have me beat.
Like many other members, I discovered classic movies as a child. I was a latchkey kid in the 1950's before there was a word for it. After school and on weekends I entertained myself for hours in front of the TV, which in those days used to program a lot of old black and white movies and classic cartoons.
I remember seeing the Laurel and Hardy shorts, Our Gang comedies,
The Jazz Singer,
King Kong, the Shirley Temple musicals and the Mickey Rooney-Judy Garland musicals. (I was so disappointed when I found out that Mickey and Judy were not married in real life!

) Everything about those old movies -- the funny-looking cars, the elaborate women's fashions, double-breasted suits, the marcelled hairstyles, the Noo Yawk accents -- seemed exotic to a girl from the California suburbs. Our high school library had copies of
A Pictorial History of the Silent Screen and
A Pictorial History of the Talkies, which I pored over for hours when I should have been doing research or studying.
As a young adult I moved to New York City, which had some wonderful revival theaters in those days. I feel lucky to have seen many classic films for the first time as they were meant to be seen -- on the big screen. I also began reading everything about classic movies I could get my hands on, especially biographies of the stars. I now have a book collection of about 200 titles.
While I was in New York I worked for a small commercial film producer. One of my bosses had hired Joan Crawford for a public service announcement, and they had remained friends. One day she took him to lunch at 21. When he came back to the office, he described how she picked up up in a limo and that she was dressed in green from head to toe, including gloves and a hat. He referred to her as "JC." Our office fridge stocked only Pepsi, no Coke was allowed.
I once spoke to Miss Crawford herself. It was only long enough to take a message for my boss, but it's an experience I will never forget. I was utterly charmed by her. She had the loveliest speaking voice I have ever heard and was gracious to me, a mere secretary, who (much to my everlasting regret) didn't even have the presence of mind to address her as "Miss Crawford." I've been a Joan Crawford fan ever since.
It was difficult for me to accept Christina Crawford's portrayal of Joan in the book
Mommie Dearest, and I felt even more repulsed by the film. The Joan Crawford who was so kind to me on the telephone was nothing like the screaming cartoonish harridan portrayed by Faye Dunaway.
This site seems to have attracted quite a few serious movie lovers and some movie insiders, and I have greatly enjoyed reading all of your posts.