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29 September 2010 @ 05:00 pm
Jo just posted on my Facebook wall that her mother knows Maggie Smith has been to Cobbs before. Cobbs is the quaint little farm store that Jo's entire family has worked at on and off; she works there each Saturday.

I haven't got a voice presently (dratted Mark for passing along his lurgy!), but when I read it I screamed; it came out a bit like a restrained squawk or maybe a noise an ill Dr. Seuss creature would make.

I then found this interview with Maggie Smith.

I love the woman, I truly do - goodness knows I've never needed to meet someone to love them. But goodness, reading her views does make me so very sad sometimes. It's not her story that gets me down (although it has been hard and dark in places), but that she has never felt particularly loved or respected in her work, and does not believe she has fulfilled herself.

I think on my last post. I never want to be in that place. I love and respect Maggie Smith with all my heart and have since I was a little one. I'll never be as great as she, but that isn't what bothers me at all (I'm quite sure I wouldn't want to be). No matter where I end up, I want to feel that I have been loved (beyond just my one-or-many-true-loves) and have been respected (not for an ego, but to know that I have been doing good work for the right reasons) and have fulfilled myself (not my expectations, but myself in essence).

You are extraordinary in that you are beyond ordinary in the most brilliant of ways, Maggie "Granny Mog" Smith. I just wish you saw that for even a second every day when you caught glimpse of yourself in the mirror - or even without, for who needs mirrors? You are an inspiration.
gerristgerrist on September 29th, 2010 04:06 pm (UTC)
Dad & I watched the first HP last night. Maggie was awesome. It was fun to rewatch it. What a great story!

Have a good one. Sorry you got a lurgy (which I can only assume is a cold).

XO Mom
Kiwi Crocus: HP || McMin || Elevator Eyes.cranky__crocus on October 10th, 2010 03:09 pm (UTC)
I love the first HP! Maggie is great in that. (: Wish I still had the second one! I had two copies of it, and they both disappeared! Not fair.

Yes, a lurgy is a cold. :P
kellychamblisskellychambliss on September 29th, 2010 04:59 pm (UTC)
I remember this article -- it really disturbed me to see how bad she felt and to read about how horrible the cancer treatment was. It reminded me so much of my mother and her cancer. Until you know someone who has it, it's just impossible to imagine how difficult the treatment is. You read about someone who "spent last year battling cancer but is now recovered," and I used to think, "Oh, good, they're better," but I had no idea just what "battling cancer" entailed.

Poor Maggie; it's sad to think of her standing in Waitrose thinking she couldn't go on. And yet you do "go on," because what other choice is there? My mom "went on" stalwartly until the very end, but it was a long, painful process. . .no wonder Maggie felt so depressed. She's usually not so open in interviews; you can always tell that she's "on stage" and saying the expected thing, not the "real" thing. This interview seemed different.

I do think she's feeling better now, though -- once the chemo stops and you get some energy back, things don't look so black. I suspect she isn't feeling so gloomy about her life now (hope so).

And you're already loved and respected, my friend, at the advanced age of 20! /g/

Hope you feel better soon.
Kiwi Crocus: HP || McMin || I <3 witches.cranky__crocus on October 10th, 2010 03:17 pm (UTC)
Yes, I thought similar thoughts. My mother didn't progress as far as chemo, but she got the daily radiation. It was difficult on the family, between my mother's exhaustion, my brother's bullying and various medical problems and my dying hip. She was so frustrated with how she felt.

"Going on." Powerful words. It sounds like your mother was an incredibly strong woman; indeed, I'm sure she was. Maggie as well. Ah, strong women. (I have no doubt you are also a Strong Woman--we seem to 'catch' such things from our mothers, it seems.)

She has seemed much more upbeat (in her own sort of way) since. I'm glad. She deserves more happy days!

I am feeling much better. (: Let us see what tomorrow brings - first day of term! The excitement I've previously had for the 'first day' ended last year. Now it's more a matter of getting through, laughter.