Mother pulled herself together a little. She wiped her eyes, blew her nose, lit a cigarette and stared directly at me. 'You may know what goes on with Daddy and me but what you can't know, darling, is that it doesn't make any difference. All men are the same in the long run.' by Anonymous I will not fall into the trap of an expensive coffin and funeral like most people!' No sir! Keep it simple. That was Mother's credo. Don't do this to me! God! Not tonight! How can you do this to me tonight?' Whenever anyone made so bold as to defend himself against one of her tirades, he was met with some variation of this response and it was always the worst of times at which to distress her with his ill temper. Mother living vicariously through me was all right within limits, and I was even getting used to some of her outlandish fantasies, but I wished that she would keep it to herself. I also wished, for her sake, that I looked like Marilyn Monroe to justify her opinion of me. B.D. Hyman, a born-again Christian, is the pastor of her church in Charlottesville, Virginia, as well as the director of her own ministry.

Elvis Presley was making Blue Hawaii on the same lot and I got a pass to his set which, naturally, was a closed one, A closed set permits no visitors except by special permission and no tours under any circumstances. This is a common restriction on any set where visitors can slow down production. On Elvis Presley's set, screaming, fainting girls would not have moved things along. I was not bitten by the Presley bug like most of the young people I knew.Bette Davis' Daughter B.D. Hyman was let out of the mother's property after she died of cancer at the age of 81. All the feud began after Hyman published a defamatory story, "My Mother's Keeper," in 1985.

The producers were happy . . . publicity is the name of the game. Robert Aldrich directed and it was his lot to console both of his stars at all hours of the day and night and to try to keep the situation under control.

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Davis and B.D remained estranged following the big revelation until 1989 when the former learned heartbreaking news. After five years of being in remission, Davis was informed that her cancer had returned and she only had a few days to live.

Because I liked Elvis and was spending so much time on his set, Mother decided that I was in love with him. Further, since I was irresistible to the male of the species, it would only be a matter of time until he was head over heels for me. In that case,' I replied, 'you have my approval. I have to admit, though, that I find it odd that I'm the only thing you love when you just got through telling me that you're about to marry the new love of your life.' It was a real conversation stopper. She would stand there with her hands on her hips, looking triumphant, while fixing each person in the room with a meaningful stare as I tried to be swallowed up by the carpet by AnonymousI'm not too young!' I protested again. 'I know everything that goes on, I really do. I just don't understand why you go on living with him.' We took up residence in the same hotel where all the other Americans involved in the movie were staying. Since it was to be a long shooting schedule, many of the participants had brought their families with them. There were even a couple of girls my own age. John Farrow was the director and his daughter, Mia, and I became fast friends. A few years after my divorce, when Fay was still a little girl, I married David Berry. You were too young to remember him but he was a wonderful man. He was a reformed alcoholic and very open about it. He was a wonderful man. Well, when we got married Bette was angry because she said she needed me and I was letting her down. To get even, I assume, she sent us a wedding present of a dozen cases of liquor, which were waiting for us in the foyer of our house when we returned from our honeymoon. When I confronted her with it, she pretended that she had forgotten about David's problem. Don't ever underestimate your mother, B.D. She's got a mean streak a mile wide when she's crossed. by Anonymous

There were voices coming from the front hall and to my overwhelming relief I heard Mother's. Then I heard Gary's laughter and amiable tones, then strange male voices. I got up and, feeling sore all over, made my way to the top of the stairs where I crouched to hear what was going on. Mother, who had grown completely popeyed while we spoke, spun on Jeremy and spat, 'You English bastard! You're going to kill her!' She whirl Yes, it was painful. I had never felt pain like that before. It was like someone was constantly stabbing me in the same spot. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t do anything. The only thing I could think about was the pain. I wanted it to stop, but it didn’t. It just kept getting worse and worse. Another phone call, this time from a friend of hers, advised me that the young man was a homosexual and suggested that I do something before Mother made a public spectacle of herself. Mother's next call was to let me know that she was moving into her young man's Malibu beach house. Another of Mother's friends called to make sure that I knew that the house was a totally dilapidated dump used by the young man's transient friends and that many of the friends were dopers. Mother had an obsession about being on time, almost a religion in fact. Promptness was right up there with honesty and being a Yankee and she would frequently arrive way early, beaming at her hosts as though she had accomplished some miraculous feat. I called Jeremy at the office to let him know that Mother was coming at six instead of seven. When he got home I warned him about her tendency to arrive early.Don't you like it?' she replied in a hurt voice. I said that it was beautiful for what it was, but that tombs really weren't my thing. Mother drew herself up, beamed at me and said, 'We're all going to be buried here. I own it. No . . . don't look surprised. I really do own it. Isn't it magnificent?'