Poet, Michelle Bitting, remembers her Great Grandmother, character actress of the Golden Era in: NOTES TO THE BELOVED (available on Amazon.com)

Beryl Mercer, Actress (b.1882—d.1939)
Time was you could stroll down Hollywood Boulevard
and catch Great Grandma’s name
flaming every cherry marquee. In
All Quiet on the Western Front,
Cagney’s long-suffering mom
in The Public Enemy,
she made the melancholy matriarch
with her ocean liner hips
and squat size, made the big brown
spigots of her eyes open
over a son gone to war
or the devil. What fans didn’t know:
how close she lived each sorrow-filled part.
Behind Musso and Frank Grill,
trouble rising up
the walls of her Deco loft:
the child lost to polio
before his twelfth birthday;
the no-talent husband who drank
and threw her money at willing starlets;
the illness that took her early
with so many roles to spare. Now here,
on Sunset Boulevard, just shy
of the gem-blue Pacific, I roar past a bank,
gas station, Starbucks, the same plot of land
she got conned into trading
for a Texas font of “tea”
that like so much else went dry. I’m thinking
of her drooped jowls and mouth;
dark hollows below the eyes,
her glum, faraway look
belying a life of presumed glamour,
features my own face mimics
gloomy days when I might be caught
speeding across town, windows wide,
a dry Santa Ana spiriting me
to the Musso and Frank bar:
dark-paneled haunt of Faulkner, Chaplin, Fairbanks
and maybe Beryl, who floats in
on her small gossamer wings, finds a stool,
a dry martini next to mine, and leaning
into the microphone of her skewered olive
tells me how it really was,
just how thirsty a girl could get.
Michelle Bitting writes, “As a fourth-generation Angeleno I’ve hardly scratched the surface of what it means to grow up in Los Angeles, one of the original Noir cities, to have roots steeped in all that post-war, post-atomic dread and angst run-off that promises to keep morphing its weird shadow across the 21st century.”
Poem first published: http://www.speechlessthemagazine.org/supporting_players.htm
She was a wonderful actress. I remember her especially for this movie, How Green Was My Valley. Brilliant performance!
Her talent to express definitely was gifted to great granddaughter, Michelle (you can see Beryl in her eyes), poetry with narrative and cinematic drive. I can’t recommend her books highly enough!
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