Bobby Driscoll; Marty Greenberg
The blog The Night Editor posts today about my cousin the child movie actor of the Forties and early Fifties Bobby Driscoll. He was said to be Walt Disney's favorite employee for years before teenage acne ruined his chances for going before a camera for several years and he let heroin take over his life. My other cousin Terry Butler, whom some of you know as a writer of fine noir fiction, and I were both beneficiaries of Bobby's very pricey clothes as he outgrew them. Jackets, trousers, shirts in very good condition and fitting perfectly. Bobby's father was my mother's brother so we saw Bobby a few times over the years. Terry saw him once (I think) in LA and got to know a number of people who'd known Bobby. All any of us could do was watch from afar as Bobby self-immolated.
The Night editor talks about Bobby's story being familiar by now--"but my research led me to a blog by a writer named Don Brockway called Isn't Life Terrible. His piece, Bobby Driscoll 1937-1968, is largely a reprint of an article by Florence Epstein which first appeared in Movie Digest in 1972. Give it a look. The tragedy of this forgotten actor makes for compelling--if heartbreaking--reading."
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I talked to Marty this morning and he was 65% his old self. He laughed when I told him a story I'd picked up about one of our favorite topics, The Three Stooges. He even said "I think we've turned the corner." Roz sounded very up and happy, too. Made my day