Sunday, September 20, 2015

SCRIPT ATTACK

Alain and Rosemary came up for the day from Connecticut to help sort the 15 bankers boxes of scripts on the landing that I've been walking past 12 times a day since I put them there five years ago. Miscellaneous, missing ones, extra ones, original broadcast ones, Peg personal ones marked up, Alan Bunce personal ones marked up, Margaret Hamilton personal ones marked up, Peg autographed ones she signed between 2008 and 2014, scripts from The Kate Smith Show, The Couple Next Door, Ethel and Albert ABC radio, Ethel & Albert WJZ radio, Ethel and Albert TV sponsored bv Sunbeam, by Ralston Purina, by Maxwell House Coffee, The Little Things in Life. NBC Monitor, Old Time Radio & TV Convention performances 1996 - 2012, and about 3 boxes of starts of scripts, middles of scripts, ends of scripts, no name, no number, no year. 

Lucky University of Oregon getting all of it. 

Not counting the autographed original broadcast ones, which I keep to sell.

All have been scanned. Most are now boxed, labeled and sealed and sitting in the living room ready to UPS their way to Oregon later this week. 16 ready to go by the end of play today.

Also photographed 3 personal photo albums and labeled images.

I am trying not to think of the possibly (probably) defunct pen drive that Bonnie is taking to the pen drive doctor tomorrow morning at 9. Or about the 9 million scans on it that will have to be redone. Fortunately none of them scripts,  which is what takes the time. The half hour shows run to 46 pages each, and have to be done individually because the paper is so old it would tear if we used a feeder.

Ken spent the entire day trimming and tidying along the drive. Looking good.

We all went to the Dreamaway Lodge for dinner. 

I have been scanning and labeling since we got home at 9. Alain and Rosemary went back to Connecticut. I rang them a few minutes ago to tell them he left his iPhone in a plastic Staples bag full of filament packing tape on the dining room table.

4 boxes more of scripts then I move on to cassettes and video and DVDs.

More wine will be needed. I think I know the plot now to every single one of my mother's shows, and, for a small fee, would be happy to recite any of them, playing all parts--and rather well, I might add, depending of course on the amount of wine.

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