Theona Bryant

Theona Irene Pearce, born May 23rd, 1931, second daughter of Frank Wesley Pearce and Edith Louise Dunn Pearce of Salisbury, Maryland, and of Greensboro and Raleigh, North Carolina; died February 28th approximately 11:00 p.m. of pneumonia and associated complications.

Theona lovingly married Everett C. Bryant, Jr. (Gabby) of High Point, N.C., year 1950. Gabby and Theona have one child, Karen Leigh Bryant, brought home to 810 West Parkway, High Point, North Carolina, on Christmas day, 1950. Gabby is the son of Everett C. Bryant, Sr. and Margaret Elizabeth Bryant of High Point, now deceased.

For awhile, Theona became Theona Bryant Yates, until the marriage to Jesse Graves Yates of many years was dissolved. Of Jesse, now deceased, Theona said she had been, “happy.”

Theona is survived by her steadfast daughter, Karen Leigh Bryant, of High Point and Raleigh, North Carolina; London, England; and Theona’s beloved granddaughter, Lindsey Leigh Bryant, of Raleigh and Greensboro, North Carolina, and Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Theona is also survived by her two sisters Lorna Lanning of Greensboro, North Carolina; Constance Wofford of Raleigh, North Carolina; Lorna’s three children with their families, respectively, (Earl 3rd, Lorna Leigh, Cynthia Louise (Cindy) and their children); Connie’s two children and their families, respectively, (Renee, William, and their children.) Therefore, along with being a mother and grandmother, Theona was aunt, great aunt to eighteen unique individuals.

An achiever adored from birth forward, Karen and Lindsey, sisters Lorna, Connie, and their respective families; cherished pets; television, film, media friends, entertainment and news industries; New York City, Hollywood, itself, already wish her untimely death could have been deferred. Theona is remembered as a respected entertainer, a prim young woman whom arrived on the doorsteps of stardom and beyond, surprisingly revealing to camera and friends an open face, an incredibly unforgettable smile and spark of life unquenchable. Theona desired a full and meaningful life. Dance on, mother; dance on grandmother; dance on Theona, you are forever loved.

Lovingly, Karen and Lindsey

MEMORIAL FOR

THEONA BRYANT

(May 23, 1931 to February 28, 2021)

© Karen Leigh Bryant and Lindsey Leigh Bryant

My earliest memories of my mother are of a stunningly beautiful, gracious, and glamorous woman on television; one of the earliest televisions available to the public. Later I was to learn how very sweet and kind she really was, how significant she could be. Of course, she could also be as full of life as Scarlett O’Hara, the character’s essence fit. Hollywood came calling early 1970s, asking mother to be Scarlett O’Hara for a sequel to the magnificent classic, “Gone With The Wind.” I met those suited gentlemen, ready to fund such a project if mother would accept the lead. The group visited Theona here, within North Carolina, a significant Hollywood remembrance of my mother.

Actress Betty Perkins was also being considered for Scarlett; a very distant consideration, however, without funds committed to. The much desired project fizzled without my mother after her husband said, “no” to mother returning to Hollywood. Only Theona, therefore, could fill such successful and adored shoes as those of Vivienne Leigh, we were told, according to associated Hollywood backers. I’m sad my mother couldn’t return. She wanted to.

Television was of interest those days in my grandparents’ household, early to mid to late 1950s; not only because of my mother, Theona, but also because of my grandmother’s eldest brother, Leigh. Leigh helped invent and design one of the first two televisions, (both of which, appear on the market practically simultaneously.) Of course, Leigh said his was the first, Leigh being a member of the manufacturer’s research and development team (for a new, profound, and mass media communications resource), intended for public enjoyment. I applaud both teams whomever edged onto the market first.

Theona began modeling for fashionable retailers, early high school years (Grimsley High School, Greensboro, North Carolina.) One of her most interesting successes was making an everlastingly favorable impression upon my father, Everett C. Bryant, Jr.. A life-sized display of mother halted Gabby within his tracks, Gabby mesmerized. “Love at first sight” some might say as he entered the ladies fashion store and bothered to acquire her name, address, and as much information about her as he could possibly discover. Soon chaperoned for the first of many such chaperoned dates, (for he practically lived at my grandmother’s house until they wed, 1950, I’m told.) At close of their very first date, Gabby said to Theona “I’m going to marry you,” which is exactly what he did. And Theona Irene Pearce (known as T.I.P.), truly loved so, and she answered my daddy with a melodic, “Yes.”

Of high school years there are many stories; too many to tell today. Perhaps someday when I write my life story, (to include my mother’s story); said memoirs are entertaining, thought-evoking, and a significant guide to others, away from unexpected harmful curves, and into God’s profound and ever healing waters.

Of her early accomplishments as a minor, Theona became number one majorette, competing across the entire state of North Carolina. Mother double twirled aerial fire batons while dancing and swirling, herself a work of art, (a beautiful and exciting display of prowess and handling of four sources of bellowing fire.) A tad bit exciting, one might say, or a hint of. Mother knew my father was there viewing, a secret fan club of one.

There are amusing sister stories, poignant grandmother stories, interesting first time driving stories with my daddy (getting car dents out before her daddy, my grandfather, knew.) There are fond stories of best friends double dating (mother, daddy, Peggy [whom became Peggy Amos] and Harold, of High Point, North Carolina), and Clyde whom did very well for himself within the world (as everyone knew he would.) I look forward, someday, to my autobiography, biography endeavor(s) being written, published, numerous significant goal(s) achieved.

Transition from fashion fave to a New York couture model was effortless and natural for Theona, hired as a Powers Model by Powers, himself, early 50s. Mother was sent from their elevator conversation directly to wardrobe, and highly valued from the first day. Often frequenting Conrad Hilton’s New York dance club while working for Powers, Theona and her promotional escort danced alongside Hilton and famed actress, Ann Miller, his regular dance partner for business purposes. I am unsure whether mother attended contractually or merely promotionally. Mother, whom was famous for bringing down the house (Myrtle Beach Pavilion while dancing with my father), where people cleared the floor to marvel them dance the night away, enjoyed being the next best dance couple to Conrad and his famed partner. Theona would say with poise, how fortunate to regularly enjoy Conrad’s high society dance club and elite clientele; enjoy his, their, companionship. Friendship with Hilton did not evolve past the dance floor and dance club, yet mother was thought of as significant due to her talented presence and grace.

When mother got off the train from Norwalk Connecticut to New York, (Norwalk being where she lived with society grandmother, Maud Dunn), she was on her way to Powers for her first professional career level modeling interview, when Theona haled a taxi, excitedly, “on to the famous Powers Modeling Agency, pronto!” she would have said, or something similar. Mother arrived quickly, Powers agency being a distant one block away.

Still laughing from the taxi trip, she met Powers

in his elevator where he hired her right away, as stated before; she, obviously, like a breath of fresh air. God melted any ice through laughter, vanquished any anxiety associated with finding herself, alone, within the “Big Apple.” (Big Apple indicating “temptation” galore?) Wasn’t long before mother found she had many protectors.

Later, and as previously mentioned, Theona would dance again on tour with Victor Young, famous songwriter, composer (22 Academy Award Nominations, 1 win), whom discovered and believed in my mother. As for Victor, whom wrote unforgettable “When I Fall In Love,” would make sense he was her dance partner at Conrad’s; however, I can’t say for sure.

Victor Young fought for mother to be the princess and lead for “Around The World In 80 Days,” Best Picture of the Year, his musical score. And she did get said lead. She also won Michael Todd’s attentions, as he became her admirer boyfriend, showering mother with diamonds and pearls; although dark and handsome Bob Evans displaced him rather quickly, and Todd soon married beautiful flame Elizabeth Taylor, happily. Bob Evans, a continuous success, took the helm of Paramount Pictures during 1966, with a cumulative film career of over 40 years including at the helm, not including many years of radio; and by doing so, many say he brought forth much needed life and regeneration into Hollywood.

Yet later, mother danced behind set scenes of the Jackie Gleason Show with Art Carney, notoriously skilled at the jitterbug. Prim and proper Theona Bryant, (as is both her married name and her professional name), could quickly turn into a dancing Cinderella or a “hep swinging jitterbugger” having a whole lotta clean fun, quite effortlessly.

Of “Around The World In 80 Days,” mother backed out close to scheduled production, sadly. She didn’t feel ready, she said; didn’t want to let the studio down, nor anyone else whom believed in her (at that time she had little acting experience.) Being ready is a philosophy ingrained within I, imparted to I via my mother (be ready, God’s right time, God’s right place, God’s right way.) I, myself, think perhaps was the mistake of her lifetime to delay, yet so indicative of the essential components of mother’s personality. I also can attest to the fact, when my mother was truly ready, no one could outshine the shine of her shine.

Of paying her dues, so-to-speak, prior to her television career, mother told the press, “When I was with Young’s road show, ‘Looking at You,’ we did eight shows a day with only a forty-five minute break. Of course, we were paid well, but when you are traveling to New York, Miami, Boston, Los Angeles, San Francisco” there’s not much time for friendship(s).

At introduction, mother performed small parts “just to keep working;” “the good parts didn’t come too often [for a starlet].” However, there wasn’t really much elapsed time, (some would say she was practically an overnight sensation), before mother was sought after for major roles obviously appreciated. As mother told the press, “once she established a name for herself through the Gleason Show, the job offers increased” and “when she left Hollywood, [Theona] was in demand as an actress.”

With the help of Victor Young, mother began her television and film career beginning with the “Jackie Gleason Show” which ran from 1952 forward, from New York, New York. Gleason’s show aired, significantly, on three major networks, origin CBS, then carried by NBC, and yet later, specials on ABC. Special thanks to angels Jackie Gleason, Victor Young, and Mikael Todd for brilliantly handling mother. Very special thanks, also, to CBS, where mother has her significant, original roots, NBC, where mother was appreciated and also rooted, and ABC for industry welcome; to each network for such excellent support of my mother, for a nice beginning to her career, and for such attentive, continued, protective support, thereafter. How wonderful of each whom professionally handled Theona, to have taken such nice care of her.

Very powerful judge Pou Bailey, mother’s attorney and friend, became an attorney for a New York, New York network show, while mother appeared with Gleason, keeping their friendship alive, clean, and professional (as his proximity friend, promising to help her anyway he could.) I believe Pou’s network was, likewise, CBS (mother’s network); however, CBS would need to confirm. Of course, he was never there on a Thursday night as the infamously influential Raleigh power group of attorneys (Ellis, Norris, Dorsette, Sigmond, Helms, Howison, and Bailey) reserved every Thursday for week at hand politics, sharing of opinions, insights, happenings and cards, (sometimes not really playing seriously.) Journalists for CBS 60 minutes enjoyed Bailey’s Thursday night political club, they say, as ready material to enhance their show. Pou would travel to New York on Fridays; how many times, I’m unaware of; yet, as often as he was needed, I’m sure.

Pou Bailey truly cared for my mother, adored her, and hoped someday, as his wife whom he loved was terminally ill, he’d have a chance with Theona (and mother knew so.) Sad for my mother, he never got his chance; her second husband met Theona within the hospital visiting a relative (and married her as soon as he could.) I wish I had known as a child to call Pou. I believe Pou would have saved my mother’s life.

During her audition for the Gleason show, mother approached Jackie directly and prompted him to infectious laughter, of which Gleason said, “Honey, you’re hired!” Theona became the original “And awaaay we go!” girl logo for Gleason’s hit show, also performing skits and comedy profiles on occasion. Of Gleason, mother later reported to the press, (1976), “He was such a fine man to work with”... “always giving us perfume and corsages.” To I, mother said she really appreciated Jackie’s confidence in her; his guidance, his infamous tenacity (having her deliver alimony checks, personally, to his then ex-wife, which seemed to make Gleason feel just “a little bit better.”)

The hub of American entertainment those days was New York City, where she first met friend Robert Lewis, method guru. A few years thereafter, however, mother followed some four generations of television and film population, intentionally migrating to a rather incompletely developed Hollywood with cowboys and westerns, mobsters and crime fighting strategizers, (each film competing aside an infamous array of fine comedians, the hosts of comedy men, mother simply adored.) Mother’s friends, some of the greats, included Jackie Gleason, Art Carney, Red Skeleton, Groucho Marx, Mickey Rooney (whom she “polished lines” with) along with Bob Evans, Paramount producer; Bob Lewis, CBS producer of the 60s, I believe; and Robert Lewis and a popular young Hollywood group similar to the “Breakfast Club” of later times. And of course, supportive friend, and genius, Johnny Carson.

“Hollywood flashed her photograph in magazines and trade newspapers and soon the young actress was on her way to a star career in television and motion pictures” contracted by MGM productions. Television didn’t cease, and Theona enjoyed skits on many comedy shows, guest star roles on successful shows such as “Maverick,” “The Thin Man,” “Death Valley Days,” “The Untouchables;” “Ben Casey,” “Dr. Kildare,” “Johnny Ringo,” etc., of which at least three are female leads.

Mother, whom prior to her motion picture films and television broadcasting career, had been the direct administrative assistant (secretary) to then governor of North Carolina, William B. Umstead, (1953, 1954), though politically oriented and a clean Christian girl, had never been exposed to oppositional politics. After landing the lead female role within “The Thin Man,” for example, where she had guest starred, political Bess Myers somehow ousted mother, after-the-fact, and mother’s world changed forever. How could such overturn occur from above after being victorious? Theona’s world further changed away from normal through horrific Red Scares of Hollywood where an actress’s career could be concluded if a fellow actor friend was believed to be an international spy through association, not necessarily fact. Friends, then, so needed, could also be devastating. Thankfully for wonderful actors, actresses, film and television crews, those kinds of scary, insecure days are within Hollywood’s past. Thankfully mother got through them unscathed. I’m so very thankful to those of the motion picture and film, television and news industry(s) whom maintain such occurrences passé (preventative maintenance heroes.)

I have realized such peril is indicative of the attractiveness of the power of effective mass communication(s) into the world, and too often appear as temptation to the most manipulative of many sociopolitical levels. Thanks to the industries’ stewards of protection against such misuse of industry(s) resources. I pray associated kinds of businesses such as fake news be diminished, someday obliterated, by said stewards. I protect, via my prayers, against forces destructive.

As for “You Bet Your Life”, Groucho Marx’s NBC success, also referred to as “The Groucho Marx Show,” said show featured mother dropping close to Marx via swing amusingly “musing” Marx and audience, Marx entertaining the audience via witty interacts. Theona was then returned above boom camera just shy of audience having seen her enough. The show ran from 1947 (on radio), onto NBC TV from 1950 through 60,61; mother appearing mid 1950s. Marx, formerly of the Marx brothers, is known as one of America’s iconic past comedians; and again, mother was able to appreciate one of comedies finest with NBC’s support. Remembering Groucho days, comedy, and swings, another thanks, NBC.

Internet reveals two different calendar years for onset of one of my fave shows, Johnny Carson and his “Tonight Show,” 1955 and 1962. 1955 should be the correct calendar year of onset (though CBS studio confirmation is needed), and later the show moved to NBC, October of 1962. I believe my mother’s friendship with Johnny Carson began at CBS, where her original television roots are, back to when his very long-running hit show debuted. (And as they say on his syndicated performances, “Heeere’s Johnny!”)

Released via press, “Johnny enjoyed what he called the ‘Carson Kits’ or beautiful girls to adorn the show.” “Theona Bryant, a favorite, was a model.” “Carson Kits” were also referred to as “Carson Cuties,” of which there were sometimes three and sometimes four: Phyllis Applegate, Norma Brooks, Sally Todd, and my mother. The ladies also toured nationally, promoting Carson and various location municipality relationships. There are news articles across country I’ve never read, so I can’t say how many keys to how many cities my mother was given. However, Theona did receive keys to Philadelphia (and red roses) from Philadelphia’s pleased to do so mayor, with a lovely large newspaper photograph included within welcome to their city.

Johnny Carson and his “Tonight Show” peaked early 60s, known for poignant, edgy interviews before becoming one of the most favored talk show and comedy hosted broadcasts ever to have aired. His show stayed on top for more than three decades (the 60s, 70s, 80s, and beyond, no small feat.) Johnny’s philosophies were similar to my mother’s and mother adored him, not experiencing anything except honesty and kindness. Johnny, whom was quite adept at verbal spar and an expert journalist, almost an activist his early career, believed one should be really ready too: “Talent alone won’t make you a success.” Nor “being in the right place at the right time, unless you’re ready. The most important question is: ‘Are you ready?’ “ So mother was really ready when she gave the green light, and then, nothing was stopping her.

Airing on CBS from 1955 onward, peaking with NBC during the 60s, continuing to remain on top with NBC through the 80s, certain segments selected from the “Johnny Carson Show” vault (from his earliest CBS and NBC twenty years) are syndicated and referred to as, “Carson’s Comedy Classics.” No doubt, the world is sure to always fondly remember, Johnny Carson and his wonderful golf swing (and his favorite model, too: Theona.)

I, myself, as a child and young adult, especially liked Johnny Carson’s turbaned psychic character, “Carnac.” (If he could speak now, what the heck would he say? the world so changing.) Like my mother, I’m sure he’d say be ready, first, so I’ll continue to work on becoming ready along the line(s) of my mother’s advice. Mother never forgot Johnny’s immense intelligence, ever-smiling and warmly laughing eyes, his amazing quick-wittedness and delightful sense of comedy. I understand when Johnny retired, he left with his studio “applause sign” wittily taking his fans’ appreciations right along into his future. Is very special to me, of the few photographs within his autobiography, Johnny included several of my mother (keeping a candle burning, so-to-speak, I suppose; awaiting return performances, hopefully, never forgetting, Theona.) Thanks so very much angel Johnny Carson. (My mother never knew him as mean as some report, only efficient.) And thanks, again, CBS, NBC, and syndicated support throughout the world.

MGM filled in the gaps for mother, providing excellent training and mentoring (acting, singing, dancing, speech, promotion and public relations management); mother spoke the “Queen’s English,” very important to any actress, to any actress’s resume. Much pampering followed, so very many aspire to have, an immense blessing from the studio and God above. To be pampered and within a knowledgeable, nurturing environment allowed my mother much growth and happiness (and safety.) Contracted work turned into a longterm contract with MGM; many thanks, MGM studios.

After a number of years and before Theona suddenly left Hollywood due to illness, mother went under contract with Warner Brothers (Jack Warner being a new mentor and friend.) Thanks Warner Brothers for believing in my mother so graciously.

Promotionally mother had special-to-Theona escorts such as Gardner McKay, Cliff Robertson and Rod Taylor, studio encouraged, each handsome and desirable; special friends and close relationship escorts such as Bob Evans (handsome, sometimes debonair boyfriend, Paramount producer and producer of the “God Father,” having met Theona while filming, 1956); clean friend Howard Hawks (producer and producer of “The Lion”); Michael Todd (boyfriend entrepreneur producer, personal manager of sorts, later husband to Elizabeth Taylor), Robert Lewis (acting school founder and actor, Warner Brothers studio, I believe), and Bob Lewis, dark and handsome CBS producer, steadfastly with my mother for awhile (early 60s.) Some were American, some English (as Leslie Phillips was), some French (where mother had quite a few fans and frequented fabulous fashion houses.) Mother liked Christian Dior whom she chose as wardrobe for galas, promoting his beautiful cocktail dresses, (usually black and white, though not limited to); an Italian restaurant owner, Tony, able to chef, himself, if he wanted to; and there was also a prince whom found mother very appealing, to name a few I became directly acquainted with over the many years, save the prince and the studio encouraged.

A few tabloid and trade paper exerts of the many follow:

• August 1956 columnist Louella Parson writes, “The local belles are also casting an interesting eye in the direction of Rod Taylor, but he keeps on phoning Theona Bryant in Hollywood.”

• October 1956, “on a beach picnic with her actor-photographer-sculptor, Gardner McKay, he slips down a fifty foot cliff near Ventura. She rushes him to the UCLA emergency hospital where doctors are amazed he escaped with only cuts and bruises.”

• November 1956, “is bedded again with her mink allergy (New York, New York)

• August 1957 Tabloid and trade magazines report Theona dining at the Brown Derby with English actor Leslie Phillips on several occasions.

• December 1960, “Theona gets around Hollywood with CBS producer, Bob Lewis.”

• May 1961, “Theona is a new twosome with Cliff Robertson.” (No, Bob Lewis is certainly not displaced.)

January 1962, columnist Parsons tells: “When actress Theona Bryant returns to Hollywood to do more work on “A Girl Named Tamiko” she’ll bring her 8 year old daughter, Karen. No one knew… …Theona, whom is very popular with the younger set, has a daughter and has been divorced for six years” (actually, I was ten or eleven.)

Interestingly, before my mother flew me

to be with her within Hollywood, she

asked family doctor, Louis Kermon,

President of AMA N.C. many terms,

many years:

Theona

“Too late for me to be Karen’s mother?”

Kermon

“Theona, is never too late.”

Mother could not have her mother’s place with I, (my grandma) having raised I, having been my mother. And I can’t yet tell you the moment God grew my heart so immense I could love both each as a mother, each as my mother, for they are within different spaces, different rooms within my heart. Yet, the moment did arrive for mother; and the relationships are each profoundly significant and incomparable.

• Enjoys reading script, being photographed studying with actor, producer Kirk Douglas, his office location.

1963, mother returned to North Carolina seeking medical help and healing, from what? I’m not too sure. Seems like there was a complete turnover of relationships mother wasn’t ready for (and perhaps such happens from time to time when you haven’t strayed too far from the prim and the proper, except for the very closest and primary relationship: Bob Evans prior to Ali McGraw, 50s; Bob Lewis, the 60s, then, I believe.)

As I was a witness at the time, seems to I as if both days and nights once consistently busy were suddenly empty, simultaneously. Mother was lost, as if something was insurmountable, pondering. Extraordinarily quiet, introvertedly sad, dysfunctionally withdrawn, on pause, yet completely nonharmful (is how I would describe her back then.)

Of Hollywood’s culture, of which so many would like to partake of and aren’t allowed to, Godly roots are a pleasant strength some are not acquainted with, as yet. My mother still had parents whom loved her to hold on to, and me. And some of the industry never forgot, Theona, either. Perhaps some never knew how much she loved and needed them. Mother only had I to handle such a crisis at said time within her life, I eleven years old. I wish I had called her many friends whom loved her. The truth is, I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what to say.

• July, 1975, “is reported to return to television in a dramatic series.” (husband said, “no,” unfortunately). Theona wanted to.

Thanks CBS, NBC, ABC for never forgetting my mother and assisting her, allowing Theona to be the champion she was, she is, as her spirit lives on. Thank You, Father for the many talents you lent my mother, Theona.

Thanks MGM, 20th Century Fox, Warner Brothers, United Artists, Desilu, Universal, for recognizing a star on the horizon, ready to bloom.

My mother was known as a tomboy as a child, only because she liked to climb trees, a fave spot where one could view the social parties of her society grandparents below, dancing and playing cards, hearing banjo, enjoying lighted lanterns overlooking the harbor. Mother’s grandfather, Albert Dunn, whom designed warships, was quite famous for playing the banjo with a several state following, sometimes playing New York City, at invitation. Like her musical grandfather, Albert, and within later life, Theona mastered the mandolin musically. (Mother enjoyed being a little different from everyone else, non passé, as does her granddaughter, Lindsey Leigh Bryant, herself, an original.)

Climbing trees didn’t last too long and soon she was into “creative” fashion and known to be a fad setter, starting area trends, herself, Greensboro. Theona was infamous for wearing her sweaters backwards, her jewelry sometimes the same, although she wore her pearls forward; and for accenting her extremely small waist and perfected figure with scarves, wide leather belts, wide sash belts, and inventing ladies cummerbunds, practically before there was such an item of apparel. Then began area modeling, complete with life-sized advertisements of Theona (fashion stores simply recognized mother’s true promotional value.) Mother was aware of sculpting her figure very young, as she told me, herself, to develop her arms the reason why she began twirling batons to begin with; (my mother, I believe, was profoundly… woman from a very young age.)

Speaking of mother’s wardrobe I so adored to don, (I was much too young to wear her cocktail dresses and high, high heels, yet I did.) George lived in the penthouse, upstairs, Beverly Hills, handsome and young with auburn hair. I would play actress, appearing at his door wearing mother’s Dior and heels, as if perfectly normal. George would fix what today I might refer to as “Friday night steak,” candlelight complete with penthouse view, being so kind. Dinner, I suppose, was to entertain a little girl’s fantasy(s), dressing like her mom; a reward for the little girl he dropped his dry cleaning off with during the week(s). Such a nice friend I was to be his “go to” (and my first lessons on being someone’s girl.)

Wasn’t long before I was always going to dinner with mother (as an antidote for George and at Lewis’s insistence); Bob Lewis at Andres, galas, for happy days and evenings; friend Robert Lewis for acting sessions; occasionally a baby sitter like Mickey Rooney, whom would simply walk me from ice cream parlor to ice cream parlor, the calorie remedy, the exercise between their doors. Because, as mother would say, I knew everyone in the building, and I could be dining anywhere at anytime: I take after my father, Gabby, mother would say of my charm(s). Such is the life of a latch key child; only Bob Lewis and my mother, weren’t having much of a wandering lifestyle for Theona’s daughter, Karen, to experience, (setting limits, establishing rules, Bob Lewis saying an occasional, “no,” and the concept of “off limits,” therefore.

The clothes I remember of my exotic and beautiful mother, were, like she, incredibly beautiful: A tea-length white layered chiffon with some tasteful bling upon fitted bodice, (June Allyson wore for a film; I don’t know where disappeared to; my mother had a custom copy of, of more exquisite material.)

There was an almost monochromatic, slightly flowered goddess gown of sheer silk and chiffon, platinum tinted white trim on platinum, train draping from right shoulder dramatically linear flawlessly weighted, hem to floor. The dress, Grecian, yet not Grecian; very fitted without being tightly less than eloquent, nor loosely unsvelte, couldn’t have been worn more regally, as upon Theona. Again, the dress was a custom, fitted copy of a gown of different color and lesser material from the June Allyson film, Opposite Sex. Silk flowers ran atop one shoulder, appeared again side of waist, and again just below opposite side of waist, cascading, sloping upon fabric edge diagonally downward, flowers sparce thereafter, and concluding above two to three feet of downward draping chiffon to the gown’s floor length hem. I liked the way mother was almost coy handling the gown’s train, very adeptly; (mother a natural, requiring little thought nor effort to be as a perfect vision of beauty and health.)

“Theona” is a Greek name, meaning “goddess,” and the name really fit my mother. Considering physical beauty, a goddess, she really was. Assuredly, Theona wore the goddess gown to perfection and the gowns never overpowered Theona. And of the more important inward beauty, my mother was merciful and kind; never speaking badly of Hollywood, never speaking badly of others, save an honest comment or two needing to be said. I’m proud of the fact my mother never spoke a bad word about my father, nor about his second wife. She would say she was too much of a woman to allow herself to do so.

Her floor length mink (which she was allergic to) and exquisite heavy satin floor length gown with bejeweled, not quite spaghetti strapped bodice, screamed red carpet ready, for sure. Again, the gown was a custom copy of a gown from the June Allyson film, Opposite Sex, tweaked to be of much higher couture, to look as expensive as expensive can be, destined to be worn on a goddess woman (as Hollywood would say.) The custom gown sported a more beautiful bodice, was made of a higher grade of exquisite material than the film costume, and fashioned of a deep olive. Again, I don’t know where my mother’s wardrobe is, nor my photos of, save one.

There was also, Theona’s very eloquent, platinum silk pants; pants tapering to very high heels, the pants revealed from under a formalesque open skirt of flowing platinum. A silky, satiny material, the skirt was completely open frontal view, yet trailed dramatically as she walked (the standout effect of.) The fitted bodice attached to long tapering sleeves and casually collared neckline; interestingly modest, yet daring at the same time, mother looked so eloquent side sitting, the silk skirt bellowing behind her, (something a very modern princess might lounge about wearing.) A modernized Yule Brenner couldn’t ask for more. Assuredly, is also a custom copy of a film gown design, I merely am unaware from which film the design originated.

My mother’s go-to(s), without a doubt, however, were her shoulderless, fitted, tea-length cocktail dresses, such she delightedly wore, as she deemed appropriate for a variety of occasions. (Theona simply loved to wear them.) Thanks, Christian Dior.

And thanks to the studio(s) and network(s) for sending such beautiful clothes and gifting her such a beautiful couture wardrobe, MGM.

As to my childhood playtime jewelry and pop beads others wore, I adorned my mother’s diamond and pearl earrings and pearls from Michael Todd; her Saint Christopher from Bing Crosby (“from Bing” etched on one side, “Man On Fire” etched on the other), my mother’s gigantic topaz cocktail ring, aside my daddy’s rings to my mother. Sadly, the jewelry and photos of my mother wearing her wardrobe were stolen from I and my daughter, as was the jewelry, and I pray someday are recovered for Lindsey and I to hold on to; somehow to I are proof we were really there, laughing with the stars.

Bob Evans (Paramount producer) and Theona were close friends from 1956 forward, meeting about the time “Around The World In 80 Days” was filmed, and Bob’s Cagney movies. Bob Evans, I understand said of mother, Theona “purrs.” I remember Bob Evans sending mother boxes of Evans-Picone clothing, both within Hollywood, Los Angeles, and Raleigh, (mother visiting her parents.) Beautiful clothes and lingerie, were shipped from many Evans-Picone boutiques, many places. Interestingly, Evans Picone introduced ladies slacks into the world, I’ve been told (mother liked the stretch variety with elastic under foot, and always wore black.) When I think of Bob Evans, I think of white turtle-necked shirts, V-necked cashmere sweaters, a beautiful tan, a beautiful smile, and tennis. (Tennis is also my mother’s fave sport aside golf, mother having a phenomenal backstroke and ambidextrous, as strong left as strong right.) With Evans I remember casual and overdrive (innate drive that doesn’t quit performing and performing with a smile almost as dazzling as Theona’s.) Evans had phenomenal instincts and gave honest advice. For example, he once said, “Never plan… …planning’s for the poor.” (No, he didn’t say, “Never;” factiousness is hereby disallowed.) Whereas I believe spontaneity is absolutely necessary for an enjoyable life, I also believe goal setting, and achievement of significant goals is an absolutely must for blooming, for security, for prospering, wellbeing (my very, very female opinion, innate.)

Speaking of stereotyping women over shoes and cars, my mother actually fit some of the comedic male perspectives of women. She was ridiculous to a fault about shoes, wearing the painful, very pointy kinds assuring a woman’s feet look beautiful (and much smaller.) My mother had small feet, anyway; yet, how shall I say? Mother always wore the “ideal” size though the shoe might not be “ideal?” Loving shoes like her grandmother and great grandmother have, my daughter, Lindsey, and four generations (counting myself) have every right to shoe fetish(s); however, I taught my daughter comfort and quality first, so Lindsey doesn’t put ego painfully above taking care of health, (as my mother would without blinking an eye if such meant she surpassed competition, cleanly.) Acting required beyond compare, (and my mother could.)

My daughter, Lindsey Leigh Bryant, inherited shoe fetish honestly, and from both grandmother and great grandmother, too, at an astonishingly early age. Mother, (Theona), and my daddy’s mother (Margaret Elizabeth Bryant) adored high heels (as did I before I became disabled.) While my mother simply loved beautiful, expensive, feminine shoes; my grandmother simply adored beautiful two-toned leather shoes accenting her beautiful platinum hair (which turned white at age eighteen.)

Being very female, Lindsey from toddler age forward, has adored window shopping for shoes, adored trying on shoes, adored wearing dress shoes, athletic shoes, costume shoes (continues to adore shoes galore: shoes, shoes, shoes, and then, shoes.) If there’s a shoe store near, Lindsey toddler is there at the store window display, choosing. Theona’s granddaughter, Lindsey Leigh, (as my mother liked to say) wears shoe fetish as cartoonists immortalize; while her grandmaT, (Theona), wears shoe fetish as esthetic to beauty, for use as a clean competitor, for Theona is simply not going to be surpassed as far as wardrobe goes.

For the sake of mother and I and Lindsey’s adorations, I must also say, my other cherished grandmother (Edith Louise Dunn Pearce, Theona’s beloved mother, Lindsey’s beloved Nanna), had such beautiful slender ankles, refined, any shoe was beautifully graced, and or sometimes cutely pranced, (often with a sporty attitude worn, and always worn comfortably; impishly practical if need be.)

Grandmother, Edith Louise Pearce, always “Mother” to Theona, “Nanna” to Lindsey and I, was without a doubt, sweet yet not too sweet, and full of abundant life energy (His light lovingly shines forth from within.) Continue to rest in His Peace, Grandma, rest in His Peace, Nanna, and Lindsey and I lovingly remember you, always (so many fond memories), memories as matron of my immediate family (you, I, Lindsey, mother, pets), as a revered member of, and as His “Fountain of Youth.” Always and always and always, we love you, Nanna, grandma, mother.

With driving, mother could be comic or a magnet for the unusual, (fend and or defend?! Really? Don’t be silly; of course, cars need their fenders! “defensively” said. Female logic.) For example, mother once drove her sports car underneath a mac truck!?! Just what you don’t need to do. Theona looked away while the truck stopped unexpectedly: went totally under. Kept her head about her, same as she kept her wits; thank God!!! Hollywood tabloids read “Theona rammed her sports car into a truck,” May of 1956.

On a different, beautiful California day, Mother left her sports car convertible legally parked within a shopping center, shopping, of course. Upon return, she discovered the car had been moved within the parking lot, (wasn’t where she left her car !!!! @!?); only to rediscover, her car had actually been switched for a similar car, similar condition, (her car wasn’t there at all… !!!! [panic!!!!] @!?) Someone had left their car for hers… !!!! Really… !!!!? Yes.!!? [@!?] Theona actually kept the other car as hers was never found again: imagine! She couldn’t be “wheeless!” could she? (could she? !!!! [panic !!!! *@!?). I don’t know why Theona’s car experience isn’t immortalized already!? (as if playing musical cars, like musical chairs, was within style.)

Los Angeles on the Freeway (real as if jungle territory.) I’ll never forget when a hell’s angel type tried to open the door of my mother’s back seat (where I was sitting, Nanna next to my mother, front passenger side.) We were driving highway speeds on the freeway, he on motorcycle. I get chills thinking of; what the heck did he want? Was he almost out of gas? Hitching a ride? Mother out sped him, leaving him distant rear view mirror, pedal to floor. I don’t think about because I don’t know what to think. On the California freeway they think faster, are more aggressive, would rather be as more aggressive than as steady (steady yields much higher gas mileage, though.) My mother blended into the mobile jungle effortlessly: driving observationally mad yet sane. How does such driving translate other places, like Raleigh? She was as if one of those New York drivers whom are deemed crazy. And she was; only she really wasn’t, except if she became really angry completely off necessary medication(s). Such is how was, after the unthinkable occurred.

Antithesis to driving observationally mad, mother drives less than turtle speed when driving I to the hospital to birth my daughter, Lindsey, 1982. Experiencing “traumatized” labor, I expect mother to drive L.A. freeway style, no doubt, arriving at the hospital as quickly as possible. Mother is terrified I might feel pain at her hands, each and every bump and or dip of the road; so she drives five miles an hour the entire way, as smoothly as she can possibly drive, avoiding any kind of jostle to me or bumpy pavement. Is so important to her, I don’t say anything, although I simply want to scream at the top of my lungs to get there immediately!!! and can’t (overlapping contractions to cope with.) Lindsey was born thirty minutes after arrival.

Handling my grandmother’s arm (her mother’s) into the car and to the hospital when my grandmother passed away, mother was the same, immersed within extreme caution, (so very important to her.) As if not wanting to breathe to be as gentle and steady as possible, mother physically aided my grandmother to the car, later into the hospital. Endearing moments of my mother revealing her true personality of truly caring, treating her mother and I with such obvious high esteem, (was my mother’s way when a loved one was vulnerable.) Whom knew? The doctors didn’t. Theona’s father, whom would sing with I each night, I on his lap, sang “John The Baptist” and “Oh Yes, I’m The Great Pretender.” Like granddaddy, whom could be very formidable, intimidating, mother only pretended to be tough. Final analysis? Mother holds each of those she loves within high esteem, (and with those loved ones, such as my father, myself, Lindsey, Nanna, her father, Frank; Theona doesn’t want to cause her loved one(s) any pain.)

Only once did mother’s driving really scare me (she was dropping I off at work, my car being worked upon.) I don’t recall the exact conversation; except I knew she was off her medication(s), which mustn’t happen. I was gracefully saying “no” somehow as I thankfully exited car. I remember telling her, “Mother, the heart rests on hope.” Hope, my mother would get back on her meds quickly. Hope for a better future. I prayed for hope, His hope into my mother’s life; His hope into my life, into Lindsey’s life. Thanks be to God whom can enter and clean and heal within any circumstances. So I try always to count my blessings. (Kudos to Frank Reck, whom once said so to I at a right time, though he needn’t have, as I already knew so, already had counted my blessings. Likewise, each person should remember to do so, count His blessings.)

Is very difficult to speak of the really sensitive regarding my mother, Theona. Yet, my very wonderful mother’s memory can’t be honored as the champion she was required to be without understanding what really happened to her after leaving Hollywood, (for what was suppose to be a temporary hiatus.) Hiatus?

A few of the medical community, here, really robbed my mother; hurt my mother beyond words, (more than anyone can dare imagine.) A few doctors of the mental health community were then experimenting medically with my mother’s life, experimenting with my mother’s brain, without I nor Theona’s father, nor Theona’s mother knowing (and such is now absolutely medically “taboo”), completely illegal to do to war criminals, (let alone a beautiful, timid, wounded sparrow, gentle as my mother was), if you know what I mean, (regarding mother’s nervous breakdown.) My wounded sparrow mother was given shock treatments of electricity, very painful shock treatments of electricity instead of TLC. Really, people weren’t put under for shock treatment(s) back then; treatments had to be experienced and endured.

Exactly what are shock treatments? True torture of a human being, so don’t make light of, like she was Frankenstein’s Bride or something when she wasn’t. The world and universe, and my little family say, “absolutely ‘no’ to Dr. Frankenstein, ‘no’ to any Frankenstein, “no” to any Frankenstein storyline, ‘no’ to medical community wannabes, absolutely no to Frankenstein’s Bride”. Correct, for practical purposes, doctor(s)? (most medical doctors would abhor such) treated my mother as if a science experiment, a Frankenstein’s bride experiment, resembling mother to such, though she wasn’t any kind of experiment (and such is unforgivable.)

My memory of asking my mother about what such treatment was like is so painful, I can’t allow myself to think of. I said to mother, instantaneously, due to witnessing my mother’s reaction, “Mother, I’ll never ask you again” [to think of, to speak of], and I didn’t.

My God, how could anyone have ever believed torture of a wounded spirit could possibly be akin to any kind of healing. What were those doctors really doing? Seriously, I want the knowledge of the real answer, not the experience of. What were those doctors really doing experimenting on civilians, wounded spirits with electrical shock treatment(s)? I can’t make any sense of allowing anyone to implement, nor conduct such.

We pray for guidance, Father; regarding my mother, Theona, experiencing the unforgivable (and each treatment, she was aware of, able to anticipate said torture, having already experienced.) We bathe within the blood of Christos, remember the twelve tribes of Israel, (really 14 tribes) as was Your instruct, Father. The tribes of Israel as the high priest was instructed to wear upon his shoulders, (the High Priest, Your Son, now wears upon His shoulders), and of which remnant are instructed to remember, to spiritually wear entering the Presence of God for direct communication(s), direct prayers (with and to God now the curtain has been torn; [the Holy of Holies, open, spiritually.]) Father God, the tribes are: Rueben, Simeon (Simeon tribe later absorbed by Joseph’s second son, Ephraim’s tribe under Ephraim’s leadership; legally done so by Abraham and Jacob due to Simeon becoming too brutal, too cruel, too violent, adversely impacting his leadership abilities, so removed from power); Levi (close brother to Simeon, likewise absorbed by Joseph’s first son, Manasseh’s tribe, under Manasseh’s leadership; legally done so by Abraham and Jacob due to Levi, like close brother Simeon, becoming too brutal, too cruel, too violent, adversely impacting his leadership abilities, so removed from power), Asher, Dan, Gad, Issa’char, Joseph, Jacob, Zebulon, Nephtali, and Benjamin. We pray for guidance, Father, to allow my mother’s life to bring healing to every family whom bore, with their loved ones, such an immense burden, as torture of a civilian, a loved one, of lives being ruined, changed forevermore (an unacceptable aftermath, intolerable describing the consequences to the innocents so harmed and their loved one(s).)

Said doctors robbed my mother of buffer against anger, buffer God gave her, birthed into her by His design. (God gives each person such individual health and healing buffer.) Experimental medical practices my mother never needed, never should have been given; (my God, such horror never should have happened! How did such horror happen?) My heart continues to sob though no one sees. Please realize my mother had not exhibited any symptoms of anger, violence, recklessness, etc., only those I described before, of a quiet and painfully absorbed, semi dysfunctional and gentle, timid, woman (broken), needing kind healing, “repair” my grandfather would say. Granddaddy’s resource regarding repair (now my reference) says the word, “repair” is used, biblically, 36 occurrences of, as he noted on a page margin.)

Mother needed a therapist and therapy, perhaps meds awhile, and a lot of TLC; and I don’t really know why, what, where, whom, within California she thought she had lost, which brought on the onset of said nervous breakdown. Shouldn’t have concluded her life nor her career, though. (Did conclude her career, though, thus far.)

After experimental treatment(s), regarding mother, doctors said a normal person’s anger would be as if a tiny pinprick, comparatively, to the anger my mother felt outside of a harness of medications. She would fight with every single ounce of strength she had (and she was a very fierce fighter) to control what she couldn’t control, wasn’t fair to ask her to try and control, being without the chemical buffer of God’s design to mute the encompassing feelings of chemical rage. Mother, mother’s onset action(s), were never to blame. Theona, whom naturally didn’t want to be angry; Theona, whom preferred to laugh instead, (the most basic component of her vivacious and warm personality), had to cope with saddest tragedy: the struggle of the inflicted upon her contrast within. Of such, enough said until her story be told with mine.

Then there was the time while driving me to the airport (either on my way to London, or Ohio at the time; can’t recall for sure which), Theona literally drove the car into a “drive carefully” sign at the curb. Was as much fun to enjoy her laughter than funny to hit said parking deck sign. Mother, whom was always ready to carry happening events to her audience, (I and a few onlookers) did carry forth the comedic value within. Mother, “skiddish; skittish,” hit a drive carefully sign at the curb, and then her easy to wear laughter sprang forth.

Theona’s infectious way of laughing at herself, was a trait I really adored about her. I could reveal to her she was too inwardly sane (an accurate assessment of misunderstood insanity, if one can grasp the prowess of, for there is, was, goal oriented logic.) Mother understood Einstein and his words, “If there were any logic within reality, there wouldn’t be any reality.”

Being ill, mother required some special management, and I would need to chastise her kindly when her behavior wasn’t quite appropriate (verbal picturesque skills required.) Picturesque verbal skills allowed her to visualize how she had appeared (usually mildly naughty for a prim and proper girl.) She would realize and laugh at herself, file away the thoughts for future caricature, and appropriately adjust her behavior. In defense of my mother, I’d be naughty, too, if others had kept me confined to a boring room for forty years or so, without recourse. As I said before, mother did adjust her behavior, nicely, and acting skills kept Theona sane throughout her trials and tribulations, (so thanks so much to those whom mentored my mother as an actress. Thanks angels Robert Lewis, Bob Lewis?, Bob Evans, Johnny Carson, CBS, NBC, MGM.)

Btw: most of Theona’s caregivers adored her, enjoying my mother, calling her, “very sweet.” The difference of on meds, off meds, was to have a life or no life. Sadly, med harnesses take away spontaneity, fluidity of movement my mother was so fond of, so fortunate to have been graced with; something she abhorred losing.

By contrast, when they administered too much medicine, Theona’s hand and leg shook (Michael J. Fox would be able to comprehend such a burden.) So, a sedate life and minimum meds are preferred, the meds are as if a harness to hold one together. Rocking emotionally outside of said harness necessitates larger doses of meds, themselves a different type of burden. One is, therefore, imprisoned away from being his or her self, and thus is to be avoided. Thankfully, meds couldn’t diminish mother’s spark(s) of life completely, and mother could still shine, remain “witty,” laugh at herself, outwit the dark, thankfully.

Theona preferred to laugh rather than to cry, which allowed a lot of the undesirable to roll off her back without continuing adverse feelings (my mother’s true personality.) Regardless, mother would merely laugh at an unhealthy competitor, preferring not to introduce anything distasteful, herself. She knew whom she really was, graced to be a winner, and graced to be so by God. Please realize Christ said to laugh at evil. And laugh genuinely she did. We laughed together, every so often, (and I had hoped for much more laughter and joy for her before she passed.) Wasn’t God’s wish for mother to go without the victory of a happy ending, of such I am absolutely sure of.

“Say, ‘no’ to evil and evil must flee:” Word of God. Be assured, I and Lindsey say, “No!

I felt fond compassion for mother’s “bad hair days” (think Edward Scissor Hands looks.) Sometimes when life wasn’t going her way and she was tired of life not going her way; she knew life really should be going her way, mother would express her feelings via “sculpting” of hair? shall I say? Because no one would dare go into public looking sculpted (including my mother.) We began to refer to them as “bad hair days;” days when your hair just won’t be allowed to do as should and needs to. I knew she had freed herself from the same old ruts, same too old mold for awhile, outside of any box, (passive aggressive rebellion) and refreshingly so. Were there often “bad hair days?” There were semifrequent “bad hair days.” Such memories starkly contrast my memories of mother as a child and young woman, (the lady she was, the magnificent woman,) Be assured the full time actress prevailed for the later forty to fifty years of her life by necessity, to survive emotionally. And survive she did.

I loved my mother’s sculpted hair days, for I was assured my mother, Hollywood’s Theona, “prevailed”.

As a child, mother and I visited with producer Howard Hawks for a week or so at his Palms Springs midcentury modern ranch, complete with view of snow and ice covered mountains from his heated outdoor pool (something I adored.) He was thorough analyzing Mother for the female lead of his next successful film, “The Lion.” I thought he would devour her personality, so close, so intense the lengthy conversations. Was there sex? No, two artists speaking from the depths of their souls.

Though Theona did not get the lead opposite William Holden (1962), (role of a mother within a husband and ex husband love triangle, laden with their daughter too close to an African lion for comfort [whew]); my mother was offered leading lady for two other major film productions first pass: “Around The World In 80 Days,” and a funded, secured sequel to “Gone With The Wind” to be Scarlett O’Hara (years later.) Theona was also a serious contender for several other films, TV shows, of which she was, likewise, chosen for lead female (“The Thin Man,” for example.) Hawks liked mother; 1962 was only a beginning, and he intended to find the right role for Theona.

Intermittent to television and film support roles, a hidden film was developing and was to be written solely for my mother (her unrequited dream with Michael Todd to play “War and Peace’s,” Natasha.) Though Todd, whom mother seriously dated for awhile, sought the rights quickly, “a man from Rome” got the rights, first.

After actors Studio Club, the first time, during the 50s, Theona resided at “77 Sunset Strip,” Los Angeles, where I visited as a child. Remember the TV show of the same name? with Kookie? Then TV star, Kookie (Edd Brynes), swam with I at the pool where mother lived, and signed my autograph book along with mother (since stolen.) Personal and private life, mother was dating and enjoying handsome producer Bob Evans, whom she adored, and played lots of tennis with.

My most poignant memory of the summer, though, was meeting Dale Evans and Roy Rogers attending a gala with mother (also having them sign my autograph book, since stolen.) As to the gala, we were gathered for a dinner presentation and a Hollywood book signing for Dale Evan’s, “The Littlest Angel.” I believe God was preparing I to understand the loss of my daddy’s only son, (my brother Rhett), whom I didn’t really get to know. Rhett was special and died a crib death at age two. Perhaps I was meant to share Dale’s wisdom of her, “Littlest Angel” with my sisters Beth and Lynn, so impacted by Rhett’s untimely death, they once hid inside a closet, scared. Neal, my baby sister, wouldn’t know, as wasn’t born until after Rhett departed to heaven. Always rest in sweetest peace, Rhett Bryant, His Peace which surpasses human understanding. Tranquility: knowing grandmother and grandpops are near Rhett, now.

Dale Evan’s beautiful spirit really impacted I profoundly; how she turned something so horrific into something so beautifully spoken of. She hoped to help others needing comfort by her gracious way of loving, letting her “little angel” help others to heal. So selfless to share of something so painful; so loving to assure her little angel’s life carried forth love and healing into the world. Though very young, I was very moved, and asked mother to purchase the small adult book for I to read. And mother did.

I never really asked very much of my mother; yet, I never remember her telling me, “no,” either, save for her secret recipe (pecanfoamcandy holiday pie with liberal whipped cream.) She wouldn’t give out her recipe to anyone, as was her claim to culinary fame (I have a recipe, though, somehow, or at least a recipe very similar to), to remember my mother, henceforth, Christmas(s), Thanksgivings(s). Think extra thick candy pie crust, decadently so, about two inches worth of, with real whipped cream forming the filling of said delicious pie (highest quality hotfudge artfully drizzled, scrumptiously plated.) Yum; and my mother so knew so: thus the existence of one recipe she absolutely wouldn’t share.

Another summer, Bob Lewis, I think, invited mother and I to the horse races, Tijuana, Mexico. If wasn’t Lewis, was Evans; I’m unable as yet to be completely sure, I so young, and they are both dark and handsome (I’ve been going back and forth about, trying to realize the correct producer.) For sure, Bob Lewis, dark and handsome CBS producer was over our personal, after hours daily lives and I believe was Bob Lewis at the races. As we arrived, Bob said was necessary to pay a child to sit his car, guarding against theft, (something I wasn’t familiar with, then.) Though the village type atmosphere was colorful and festive, and the food delicious (except knowledge of worms within bottles of tequila), Bob explained within such poor communities, temptation to steal increases, and he provided protection from. I remember winning so much money, the box next door asked to borrow me. Lewis said, “no,” yet bet right along with I instead of against. Winning, I, and Bob Lewis enjoyed the outing more than mother, whom would have preferred to be playing tennis or enjoying a spa day: mother didn’t gamble (nor did mother drink, except for an occasional glass of wine at dinner, or one glass, thereafter, savored and enjoyed.)

At the time of Marilyn Monroe’s tragic death, mother was guest starring along side Marilyn for her last film, never finished, never released. Of Marilyn those days, mother said the studio was having trouble with Monroe arriving appropriately upon set. No one knew how very serious the concerns should have been taken, so sadly. I count my blessings, regardless, Theona, never quit wanting to live. Though far too confined, her spirit championed on and she was always ready for a nicer chapter of her life to begin (so ready.)

Mother toured Europe, mostly England, Italy, Switzerland, and France, being managed within her acting profession, her career. And as discussed above, mother was acquiring her unique fashion tastes, preferring Christian Dior and Chanel for evening attire, dress ensembles, and perfume, (also Evans-Picone for comfortable lounging.)

Mother also became attached to French tams, scarves, the French people, and the French language, itself; aspiring to learn French as a secondary language. Discovering Edith Piaf, a fave; French architecture, she considered magnificent; and French deserts as divine though delightfully decadent; of the French people, mother said oft and with conviction, “the French do.. ..right,” referring to their courage and cuisine.

Of England, mother marveled at real history, and spent countless hours appreciating museum quality furniture, paintings and artifacts, (and Shakespeare continued to be one of her fave pastimes.) Considered an English actress for awhile, her introduction to English society was favorable and quite a learning experience, (America having so little history by comparison.) I wish mother could have attended the London film premier with I when I was older; I and my date within the presence of Her Majesty, the Queen of England. Thanks journalist angel? Peter, of the London Times.

Of Italy, mother could not get over the beauty of the churches and chapels, appreciating the overwhelming talents of Michael Angelo and inspirations of God. My mother, at conclusion of touring, had redefined, reshaped her definition of quality; her standards much increased as a result of. And her decorating advice? Always have some black within the room’s décor.

Of Switzerland, mother’s management team was busy with funding endeavors while mother enjoyed shopping for me, just as she had enjoyed shopping within Paris, France specifically. Two beautiful and unique dolls were forthcoming. My French doll was packaged with a complete, stunning little wardrobe with raincoat and tams. I prized her so much I never really took her out of the box, merely looked at her and her beautiful clothes so nicely arrayed. My doll from Switzerland was exquisite porcelain with a beautiful lightly tanned skin color, the features so perfectly painted on, with beautiful blonde braids of real hair and an alpine dress expertly sewn. A large doll, she stood over two feet tall, and I kept both mint condition.

Entertaining doll collectors is, of course, not why I share the memory of. Is to share another kind of moment, profound about my mother as she became ill. We lived within Hollywood those days, (Beverly Hills, frequenting Hollywood Hills, perhaps Malibu, although the house stood rather aloof with rocks and sea below.) Still within elementary school, I attended Beverly Vista and was a member of the Los Angeles choir. Pertaining to my evolving talents, I was tutored by Marlon Brando, on rare occasion, whom taught I honey for the throat before performing; also tutored via exposure to Robert Lewis, both one on one, and also exposure to group techniques, primarily within his kitchen, round table style, the group preparing. Within those days, I became aware my mother needed the support of her father and or a loved one, suddenly ill.

Mother said was time for me to start the process of being a grown woman and not a child. She said we couldn’t take everything with us and she placed my precious doll collection outside within the alley while we watched the other neighborhood children discover their new treasures, carry them away. Was my mother’s painful way of telling I she couldn’t take care of I for awhile. And I needed to take care of her. And so I did; I took care of my mother instead of the dolls (I the mother, she the child, I trying to understand), until we arrived back at her parent’s house, a place where we hoped she could find her way back to herself, get well.

Having arrived on the doorsteps of stardom, shining so brilliantly, with doors opening everywhere for her, ready to step into one of the major film productions as female lead, leads being offered; ready to star within a TV show with one of the TV networks she adored, belonged to and with, working with friends and supporters; mother left Hollywood late 1963 for what was supposed to be a temporary time of healing, (healing from what, I don’t know, except obviously Bob Lewis had been closest to mother and was gone.) She did have a mild nervous breakdown, not something suppose to ruin the rest of her life.

Of the preceding month, close relationships had transitioned into new relationships away from mother and or evolved into friendships. I don’t believe she could ascertain what kind of gymnastics were needed to recover, no one closely by her side then, the closest having been steadfast Bob Lewis, CBS producer whom was gone. (I can’t tell you how many countless dinners we ate at Andres together between galas mother and I attended, and their galas, and those supported by MGM and Warner Brothers, Universal, and Robert Lewis acting sessions.) Those I met and interacted with include Mickey Rooney, Marlon Brando, Bob Evans, Robert Lewis, and Bob Lewis, whom I didn’t see for awhile. No one knew what lay ahead for Theona, and no one expected the tragedies which followed, as Hollywood kept the candles burning for her return. What happened? Mother was taken advantage of while she was ill, instead of becoming well and returning to the joys of her life (the saddest story there is.)

Prayerfully, and I invite prayers of friends, too; I am considering some kind of action(s) for families of those whose lives were never the same, thereafter, such as mother’s and mine, my daughter’s. Those once gently, harmlessly ill and the families thereof (the wounded sparrows), the real and innocent victims need to be remembered, appreciated. Is acting which kept my mother alive and going, as she merely played role(s), characters, skit after skit to cope with the unthinkable. Of the remainder of her life, acting kept her a champion, as I’ve said before, outwitting the dark.

Mother’s preferences:

Theona’s favorite singer: Frank Sinatra; she also

liked Edith Piaf and Ertha Kit.

Theona’s favorite female actress: Jean Tierney

(of the younger generation, Jennifer Anniston

whom she found interesting on film)

Theona’s favorite male actor: too difficult for her

to choose, too many amazing men, and she also

prefered producers, businessmen whom were

also healthy and fun while creating,

prospering)

Theona’s favorite dinner: Italian with wine

Theona’s favorite color(s): royal blue and

daffodil yellow

Theona’s hobbies: mandolin and flower gardening

(prize roses, tulip beds, beds of daffodils),

“artist”, of creative processes [as I also adore]

Theona’s favorite flowers: sentimental

“Gabbydenias” (gardenias from my father, her

heavenly scent); yellow roses her utmost fave

though she also liked red with baby’s breath;

daffodils within her kitchen

Theona’s favorite perfume: Chanel No.5

Theona’s favorite family: of course, daughter and granddaughter, Karen and

Lindsey Leigh Bryant; next, Lorna Leigh Lanning, niece.

Post Hollywood, not everyone left mother out of the loop. Special thanks to angels Mickey Rooney, Jackie Gleason, especially faithful friend, Bob Evans; adored faithful friend and mentor, Johnny Carson; CBS roots, NBC roots, and MGM, now MGM/Warner Brothers.

Perhaps there are friends whom stayed connected with whom I am unaware. Many thanks for being loyal friends, not flunking life’s course(s). Special thanks to Tommy Pearce and his immediate family, whom always remembered my mother, faithfully, Christmas holidays (and at my request, flew Theona, Tommy himself a pilot, from the west coast to the east coast while she was lost, wandering, once upon a time, trying to return home to I and Hollywood, I suppose.)

The artist within Theona, never completed her desire of decades to accomplish a painting, newly designed instrument within hand, of one continuous, though anything but boring stroke (line); competing different intensities, different slight pressures, many bends (of either monochromatic color or many changing colors.) The feat? technique being one and only one, continuous line. Imagine competing with Picasso or Rembrandt via continuous line, as ethereal as calculating butterflies in flight, and perhaps her elusive inspiration.

As an “artist,” the grace and fluidity with which Theona shined forth on the dance floor, the way she portrayed the essence of a person within a few sketched lines of a portrait, or a skit, evidence the many talents God lent her. The Word of God says grace within one’s hands, movements, etc., is, itself, a gift from God the Father. Mother had many such gifts from above. Eternal Father, we especially thank You, and we thank You for lending Your world to, Theona.

Special thanks to First Presbyterian Church where mother was a member many years; to Forest Hills Baptist Church where she enjoyed singer, Johnny Ringo whom, as deceased, could not sing “Be Still My Soul” her requested at rest song. Lovingly and perhaps imperfectly perfectly, Theona’s granddaughter, my daughter, Lindsey Leigh Bryant, performed mother’s request beautifully, tenderly emotional. My mother would be so proud as am I.

Theona’s father, my granddaddy was a founding member, so to speak of Forest Hills Baptist church, Raleigh; I the first person baptized within the new sanctuary. Although my granddaddy wasn’t available to signature the charter, he was a charter member, an original founder assisting laying of the bricks. Grandmother, grandfather and I were close to Mary Herring, delightful mentor and missionary, founder of the Chinese Church, Raleigh, N.C. as helped via Forest Hills Baptist Church.) Mother has been proud of I on many occasions, attending Forest Hills, many special memories. Thanks, Steadfast class. Thanks, Dr. Aldridge; special thanks to Dr. Harper; and thanks Tyler and staff.

Special, special thanks to pastor Diane of Saint Paul’s Christian Church, Raleigh, for such a loving tribute to my mother, sending her home to her Father in heaven, peacefully. Special thanks and recognition to Catholic priests everywhere, for administering last rights, for facing danger so souls might be saved, regardless the few final hours, minutes, seconds there are. Praise be to God Almighty, powerful, powerful Almighty God for such valor on earth as is His valor, no doubt, administered by His servants.

Special thanks to friends of Lindsey and I whom assisted prayerfully, cheered spirits. Thanks Travis Jackson of Saint Michaels, Carol Walker, (Carol for many years of prayer), Rosemary and Christopher Stannett (Michael Kuhn’s family) for unfailing friendships, Meghan (for Lindsey), and as always, my High Point friends.

Theona Bryant motion film and television credits include, are not limited to:

• The Jackie Gleason Show (Awaaay We Go Girl; various, starlet; mid 1950s; CBS)

• The Groucho Marx Show (starlet; mid 1950s; NBC)

• The Jack Benny Program (cameo) (CBS)

• 20th Century Fox gives Theona a cheetah promoting “The Egyptian.” (The

cheetah gets away within New York city, never to be found again)

• Screen tests with 20 Century Fox 1955; contract player, 20th Century Fox

• RedSkeltonShow (a number of appearances CBS, NBC); mother does a skit with RedSkelton as Rhett Butler, for example, she as Scarlett with a very exaggerated southern drawl)

o Mother said as an actress, could be sure had “arrived” as an actress when could play Scarlett O’Hara with a southern drawl opposite RedSkelton. Merely looking at his infectious smile automatically encourages grin upon grin, [except for his tramp character which I, nor mother were fond of, though the world adored.] Honestly, RedSkelton was never any tramp nor dim wit. Thanks, though, angel Red, for kindly representing those less fortunate, hopefully only for a season or two, until the down trodden overcome. I say so as I’d like for him to be remembered for other than being a tramp character. When I think of RedSkelton, I think of my mother polishing Scarlett’s lines, which she could act until the night she died, as I was fond of asking her to do so. I think of RedSkelton’s United Nations program reaching out into the world, as a GoodSamaritan, reminding everyone of the importance of being just, honoring God (honoring God has many rewards.)

• The Johnny Carson Show, The Tonight Show (Johnny Carson Kit; Johnny Carson Cutie; 1955 forward, syndicated 1980s forward) (Johnny Carson, CBS, NBC)

• Around The World In 80 Days (1956; United Artists) (Michael Todd, Victor Hugo)

• The Power and The Prize (guest star; 1956; MGM)

• Opposite Sex (guest cameo, promotional, given copy wardrobe from, among other film designs; 1956; MGM)

• A national Clairol commercial (mother by a pool with son)

• Tabloids and trade magazines read, “Theona has been under contract with MGM and has moved from MGM Studio Club to a private residence”

• Designing Women, (Gregory Peck film; 1957; MGM)

• Slander (guest star; 1957; MGM)

• Man On Fire (a Bing Crosby Film; 1957; MGM)

• July 1957, Tabloids and trades read, “completes her role with Bing Crosby in “Man On Fire.”

• Highway Patrol (Mrs. Richards; 1955,58; syndicated, distributed under MGM)

• The Thin Man (Sybil; 1957-59; NBC)

• Tabloids, trade magazines read “lands a role in TVs ‘The Thin Man,’ September, 1957. (Mother later landed the lead female for renewal; however, show was canceled post Bess Myers ousting mother, replacing mother as the lead politically; only to learn, thereafter, the show was canceled, anyway.)

• Tabloids, trade magazines report Theona goes from contract and training with MGM to a long term contract.

• Cheyenne (Mary, 1958; ABC) (syndicated)

• Maverick (Hope; 1958; ABC) (syndicated)

• Born Reckless (guest star; 1958; Warner Brothers)

• The Texan (Marcia Carlin; 1958-60; CBS); series owned by Desi Arnaz, (husband on I Love Lucy, husband real life to same Lucy,) filmed at Desilu Productions.

• Johnny Ringo (Lisa, 1959; creator Aaron Spelling; CBS; syndicated.) Had the show continued Theona was considered the love interest for Mark Goddard as episode apparent.

• Miracle of the Hills (Honorable Judge Alison Wingate; 1959; 20th Century Fox)

• The Third Man (Karla, 1959,60ish; source says 1962, however, can’t be correct year as mom and I lived within Beverly Hills 1962 and only frequented the coast and Mexico other than Los Angeles) 20th Century Fox production, London

• Private Lives of Adam and Eve (Sensuosa; Universal; secondary role; Mickey Rooney film, 1960)

• Markham (Miss Hamilton; 1959, CBS )

• Untouchables, 2 episodes (guest star, Lucille, 1959, 60; ABC)

• FBI Story (Edith Crandall; 1959, 60; Warner Brothers)

• College Confidential (Lois Addison; 1960; Universal)

• Pete and Gladys (guest star; 1960; CBS)

• The Last Time I Saw Archie, Robert Mitchum (Daphne; 1961; United Artists)

• Cain’s Hundred (guest star; 1961; NBC)

• Miami Undercover (Irene; 1961; syndicated, NBC)

• Ben Casey (guest star; 1962; ABC)

• The Wide Country (Doris, 1962; NBC)

• Something’s Got To Give (Marilyn Monroe’s final, unfinished film utilizing a new technique which resulted with Marilyn looking much younger; August, 1962, mother has a supportive role; 20th Century Fox)

• Death Valley Days, Way Station (guest star; 1962; forerunner radio on ABC, CBS, NBC; television went direct to syndication, Flying A Production Company)

• A Girl Named Tamiko (guest star; 1962; Paramount)

• Dr. Kildare (guest star; 1963; NBC)

• Critics Choice (a Lucille Ball film; 1963; Warner Brothers)

On line information needs to be studio verified. Sources other than first hand knowledge include: Anderson Daily Bulletin, Nevada State Journal, Mansfield News, Vid. Messenger, Indiana Evening Gazette, The Galveston News, The News and Observer, Day News, The Daily Review, Picture Show Annual 1958, Glamour Girl of the Silver Screen, Johnny Carson Memorial, ABC Photo Archives, Walt Disney Television.

Within Theona’s personal life, Theona gave birth to her only child and daughter, Karen Leigh Bryant, December 20, 1950, bringing Karen home to 810 West Parkway, High Point, North Carolina, Christmas Day, nestled within a basket, two small to be held. My mother believed and trusted within I more than she believed and trusted within any other person on earth; mother knew I would never hurt her.

October 13, 1982 Theona celebrated the birth of her only grandchild, her granddaughter Lindsey Leigh Bryant, another talented miracle, very happily welcomed. Mother was excessively proud, elated. I’ve never known my mother to celebrate more completely, graciously giving of herself, and giving of herself “pressed down, full measure.” My mother truly valued exactly what? Certainly God, marriage, birth, me, her granddaughter, being an “artist” every sense of the word; my daddy, a few close friends, the few men my mother loved, their attentions; innocence, applause.

Post Hollywood, wasn’t easy for mother to stay out of the limelight she adored, only modeling occasionally for Montaldo’s and Thalhimers (where daughter Karen modeled several times, too, mother and daughter, together.) For the years she was married, she enjoyed playing some tennis, mastering the mandolin, and regularly attending First Presbyterian Church of Raleigh, N.C., Dr. Edwards, pastor.

Theona was a gracious hostess for Karen’s many friends, some from England (such as Peter Scott), some from High Point, North Carolina (such as Andrea Gilliam), some from the Miss America Pageant(s) (New York and North Carolina, such as Janice Avery Olds, Andrea Gilliam); many from Raleigh and surrounding areas (my friends and Lindsey’s wonderful friends, too many to thank individually, so thanks to each.) Theona enjoyed entertaining very much, enjoyed her hostess gowns, her menus, enjoyed encouraging I to enjoy my friends.

I’m so very sad I couldn’t do more for my mother the last years of the COVID19 scenario. I wanted to. We tried for a happier conclusion (mother and I), and weren’t allowed to, weren’t allowed to say mother daughter goodbyes, properly. The court denied me complete guardianship (which my mother wanted, voiced, and so did I.) N.C. left me out of the loop from their onset of control of mother, (completely), never contacting me, next of kin. I can’t believe was legal to do otherwise than grant I guardianship. I can’t believe was legal to be noncommunicative, never contacting I within the past. However, without an attorney at the right time, the court said, “no.”

I’m thankful I lived I loved my mother, agape grace, a daughter’s irreplaceable love. My mother knew she was, is, truly loved.

Mother loved her house: 2208 Anderson Drive, Raleigh, North Carolina, approximately three blocks from the Country Club. Till the day she died, mother said Anderson Drive is her house, is her home.

The Word of God says mother takes her pets with her to heaven, and or they await for her there with her parents, Frank W. Pearce and Edith Louise Dunn Pearce; past loved one(s) and past family (such as Everett, Margaret, Gabby, and Peggy Bryant, Penny), her grandparents, Albert and Maude and others like Wanita, Leigh, Harold, and Freddie; Roger whom she thought so handsome; high school and college age friends such as Peggy Amos, and Harold, Clyde, Wanda Ilderton; fellow actors and entertainers such as Bob Evans, Johnny Carson, Jackie Gleason, Groucho Marx, Mickey Rooney, Robert Lewis, and many, many more; pets Duke, Precious Baby, Beauregard, and Chongie, (mother’s Siamese cat.) I’m sure there were many smiles above to find their Theona, returning; and I have to believe, she’s far happier at rest than she was here, though her life was ended prematurely.

While she hadn’t quit any race nor taken her final bow, hadn’t forgotten nor diminished applause, she is now celebrating life anew. I celebrate your freedom, mother, though I had desired to fulfill your final wishes to be with me, to have a new chapter, metaphorically, continuing your life. I think of Theona, my mother now, laughing, returned to those she loves and hasn’t seen for many, many years, healed.

May your life really stand for something special, and important, mother, overturning how very much we, and you, your immediate family, have been hurt. May your life story lead others whom have experienced similar, with you and I and Lindsey, to defeat evil, defeat past abuses, curtail continuing abuses from those whom are suppose to protect and support, and have not. We affirm others experienced said experimental medicine, now absolutely illegal to perform upon anyone. May they, also, be blessed as weren’t, aren’t deserving of any such pain nor destructive consequence(s), tampering within God’s creations, God’s gifts into the world.

The courts have since decreed, such as was experienced, has no place within any society. Then tell me, mother, why yet, no healing balm(s), metaphorically, from those whom committed such atrocities? No accountability for ruining the lives of many wounded sparrows and their traumatized families like you and I and Lindsey. We commit such injustices as my mother and I, and my daughter have experienced into Your capable hands, Father, prayerfully.

Please receive said prayerful plea, Eternal Father; and I know, You have carefully collected the many profoundly powerful tears of real love, keeping them as Your Word says so valuable to You (for they are proof we on earth have purely loved.)

Please use those tears of love, God, for miracles and wonders, achievement(s) turning tragedy into something beautiful, spiritually nurturing and pleasing unto You; blessings of health and healing, happiness, nurturing, and prosperity. Please bless those whom have suffered from such experimental medicine. Prayerfully submitted, and bathed within the blood of Christ, remembering the 14 tribes of Israel: Reuben, Simeon absorbed by Ephraim, Levi absorbed by Manasseh, Joseph, Judah, Issa’char, Dan, Gad, Asher, Zebulon, Nephtali, and Benjamin as per Your instruct. Every Power, wisdom, strength, and glory to You, Father God Almighty; to Your glory and honor, powerful, powerful, Almighty God, amen.

(A bible verse original prim Theona held onto her entire life until her final breath:

“Depart from evil and do His will.”)

Rest In Peace, mother. Rest In Peace, grandmother. Rest In Peace, Theona.

You are remembered forevermore.