Hedy, What a woman

LHiggins does wonderful book reviews, and when I saw this one, my reaction was immediate! I ordered the book. The Only Woman in the Room by Marie Benedict. I had to. I’ve admired this woman’s spunk, and beauty since I saw her in Bing Crosby/Bob Hope films when I was little. Mel Brooks gives her a nod in Blazing Saddles. He expounds on his love of Hedy in a documentary on Netflix. He was definitely a big fan of the Sultry Austrian, Spy, Inventor, Patriot, Actress, Sex Symbol.

Hedy Lamarr was one of the most amazing badass in female history. A flawed woman, for sure. I’m not sure she was ever really happy, but her contributions are undeniable.

Here’s a Facebook post from This Day in History that sums up some of her accomplishments with full credit to Jody Abraham.

On this day in 2000, Hedy Lamarr passes away. She was a well-known actress—but also a scientist who made a huge contribution to the technological revolution. You rely upon her work every day when you use your cell phone. She’s even been called the “Mother of Wi-Fi.”

Nevertheless, many today have no idea what she accomplished.

Lamarr wasn’t born Hedy Lamarr. Her name at birth was Hedwig Eva Maria Kiesler. She was born in Vienna, spent a brief period acting, then married Friedrich Mandl, a military arms merchant. Lamarr was basically a prisoner in her own marriage, but she also spent time around her husband’s business, learning about military and radio technologies. She would use this knowledge later.

In the meantime, Lamarr escaped and fled to Paris. Then she moved to Hollywood where she became a successful movie star and the “world’s most beautiful woman”!

But behind the scenes, she was an inventor.

“Inventing was her hobby,” the producer of the documentary Bombshell told a reporter. “It was her reflex. It was how she dealt with the problems of the world. And she did it in such a quiet way that most people around her didn’t even know.”

Except Howard Hughes knew. At one point, Hughes was trying to build a faster plane, and he talked to Lamarr about it. Lamarr found books about birds and fish, researching which were the fastest and why. Ultimately, she proposed a wing shape for Hughes’s planes that was based upon what she’d learned.

Hughes pronounced her work “genius.”

In the scientific arena, she is perhaps best known for the “secret communications system” that she developed with composer George Antheil.

Both wanted to contribute to the Nazis’ defeat. Could they improve the way in which torpedoes were delivered? At the time, remember, torpedoes couldn’t be effectively guided. Radio communications between submarine and torpedo were difficult because communications could be intercepted or jammed by the enemy. But Lamarr had an idea: Instead of using one frequency to communicate with the torpedo, the military could use multiple frequencies in a coordinated fashion. A system of “frequency hopping,” would leave the enemy stumped.

Antheil’s contribution to the process? He had previously created an automated piano player. It was now adapted to make Lamarr’s idea work.

The two inventors obtained a patent for their work in August 1942—then they gave the patent to the United States Navy. Astoundingly, the Navy didn’t take the invention too seriously at first. They maintained that a player piano wouldn’t fit inside a torpedo, ignoring suggestions that the components could be made smaller. Or did they simply look at Lamarr’s beautiful face and get sidetracked? They urged her to sell war bonds instead.

Patriot that she was, Lamarr did exactly that.

Today, Lamarr’s technology is considered a precursor to the “spread-spectrum” wireless communications technology used in cell phones and other modern devices.

There is a lot more to Lamarr’s story, of course. Hollywood left its mark on her. She suffered when her beauty faded. She had difficult relationships with her children. She got married (and divorced) too many times. But she wouldn’t want to be remembered for any of that.

She’d surely be much more satisfied to hear that she was posthumously inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame in 2014.

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The book The Only Woman in the Room, by Marie Benedict was a lighter read than I anticipated, done in Novel form from the perspective of Hedy.

I hope you give it a try!

Too Distracted

From Stephenministries.com

Stephenministries.com. Fog of Grief

When I read about D’s husband passing this morning, I lost it. Her blog post was just overwhelming, I can’t imagine what she is going through. https://ladieswholunchreviews.wordpress.com/2018/12/03/monday-musings-25/

I’ve been to three funerals in the last two weeks, and I know I’m a little worn out from grieving my friends, coworkers, and family. I’m in my own fog, and trying to find practical ways to offer support.

D’s blog was full of her family things, her delightful grandson, and her recent fight with cancer. This latest loss, has me in prayer, and wishing I lived closer to offer some kind of support. If you know Diane, please keep her and her family lifted up.

Grief is an odd thing, and it sneaks up, especially when there is so much loss going on right now.

Hug up your families.

Get your own door!

I love manners. Please, Thank you, Yes Ma’am, Yes Sir, how can I help you.

It melts me. Kindness and respect begetting kindness and respect.

I can’t tell you the number of times, when I’ve been hurrying along, high heels clicking, bags in tow, hurrying to a meeting, airport, or any function, and a kind gentleman, old, young, in between holds the door. It stops me every time. This kind person is waiting to give me a small kindness, a gentle assistance, a simple gesture of respect. The simple “I See You” an acknowledgment of one’s existence.

I LOVE MEN WHO ARE GENTLEMEN!  There I’ve said it.  It’s the girliest thing to me, but when a man, acts like a gentleman and holds open the door, it’s one of my favorite things.

Manners don’t stop at gender, if someone is coming your way, hold the elevator, hold the door, acknowledge another human beings existence.  It’s why we are here.

I’m happy to say, I’ve given, and I’ve received these kindnesses, and I get a good laugh when people crap on them, and get their own comeuppance.

When was the last time?

This has been on my mind quite a bit.

When was the last time I’ve done something for the first time?  Well, I’m not at the beginning of my journey, but my journey isn’t finished yet.  I’m sure there is plenty out there.

Maybe I’m wanting to race to the ocean shore?  Love the beauty of the ocean.

We’ve never been vacationer’s.  We will go 15 years without a week away.  We’ll escape for weekends, but in the last 4 years, we haven’t gone anywhere for more than 2 days.

Maybe I’m thinking about the next win a work?  I love my job.

Maybe I’m thinking about embracing the best version of myself?  I’m about as me as I can be?

I surprised myself when I saw the Bee Keeper Barbie.  The feelings it evoked reminded me, I still have a very girly, youthful side to me.  Maybe I can embrace things I’ve lost?

There’s a lot that I still want to be.

I want to be beautiful…..Really wanted and desired by my husband.  When he walks in the door and sees me, I want him to be so happy that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

If we can be that couple who still holds hands and flirts for the next 25 years, that will be just fine.  But I’d like a sex life that would be the thing of legend.

I want to be a great friend.  When my gal pals reach out, and remind me what part I play in our dynamic, it’s empowering.  I want to have great friends around me.

I want to be a great mom.  My boys are grown, and we are developing a great new relationships.  I want them to always want me around.

I want to be a great Wendy.  Fierce, loving, creative, intelligent, and all things good.

I’d like to do things for the first time.  New adventures await.  My story isn’t done yet.

Triple Digit heat index

It’s a little hot, as it usually is here in S. Texas in July.

We are officially in the Dog Days of Summer.  Or maybe the Frog days of summer?

Check this out.  There are still nice people out there.

 

 

 

41 years of Star Wars

Yesterday, I got done at the office around 1:30. I ordered a curbside grocery pick up but couldn’t fetch it till 5.

What to do until then? I didn’t want to go home, so I looked for a movie.

The first time I saw Star Wars was in 1977 at the theater (it was the only way to see it at the time). I was 13, my brother was 9. It was magical. We loved every minute.

In 2002, at the 25th anniversary of the movie, they put together new scenes, added CGI, and my brother and I went back to celebrate. We loved every minute.

This year, as I sat in the theater for the 2:20 pm showing with 10 other die hard fans, the opening script rolled and I was 13 again, but missing my little brother. I had to text him as soon as I got out of the movie.

Ron Howard did a great job on the film, and it was so great to see actors enthusiastic about their parts, instead of hating them.

I’m a fan of the series. This new chapter did not disappoint. I loved every minute. And that’s not something I can say for every chapter, but every chapter has brought back wonderful memories.

Northers, Lord of the Ring, and Taxes

Norther blew in and the temp dropped 20 degrees and started raining.

So I gathered up my income tax file, receipts, et al and started trudging through the taxes.

I gave up when I realized that I’m still missing a K1.

With the wind whistling outside, what could be better than a little Lord of the Rings.

Some days, you just have to find a spot on the couch with the dog, and a blanket, and some good old movies.

Odd seasons

Many moons ago now, (cause I had to look it up) Mary Chapin Carpenter had a song called the Bug.  It was on her Come On Come On album from 1992.  I think that counts as Many Moons, since it was over 25 years ago.

It describes perfectly how this year has gone so far.

We are into February, and I am feeling off balance. Friends are distant, things are changing. Work is stalled. I’m doing my best to keep a good attitude, and hoping to being the Windshield soon.

Are we in for another Moon Event?  How many Blue, Super, Wolf, Eclipsing, Moons can we have in such a short period of time?  Could that be the cause of such oddness going on?

Christmas–y

Nothing says Christmas like snow.  Just ask Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye!

Being on the Gulf Coast, we don’t get the whole 4 season thing the rest of the country gets.  We have two, Hot and a little warm and rainy.  Houston is green 10 months out of the year.  Shoot, we were still mowing last Monday. How can you get into the Christmas season with the smell of fresh mown grass?

Every now and again we get some winter precipitation.  On Friday  I woke up at 3 am, and was shocked to see snow!  It was a little chilly earlier in the day, mid 40’s and a little cloudy, but no one thought it would really snow!


It was quiet, and still.  It was fluffy and white.  It made me so happy. 


It didn’t last, but we had some fun.


After the snow, I was ready to buckle down and get into some Christmas decorating and baking.  I even went to a cookie exchange. 
We’ve had an interesting year here in Houston.