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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 283519" data-attributes="member: 22">1953Barbara Southworth died 1953Karen: Have you ever seen that picture of Sean Connery in a bathing suit when he was a contestant for Mr Universe? I think he was about twenty-five years old then. That’s my type.April Stevens on Cary Grant: I think he was the greatest-looking man that ever lived.Greg: Once upon a time, there was this blond-haired, blue-eyed fighter pilot who was, in reality, my dad and one day, he took me in his plane up into the sky and it was the single most exciting experience of my life and I’ll never forget it — my dad and I flying across the sky. He was my hero. As it turned out, it was kind of like a farewell flight, see, because the next morning he got up real early and he packed his bags and he kissed my mother and me good-bye, and he flew off to Korea where he was killed over the Yellow Sea. A couple of days after we got the news, this strange guy shows up at our house. I was laying around my room, you know, crying, feeling sorry for myself because my dad was just killed, and I heard this noise coming from my mother’s room. Of course, being ten-years-old, I assumed she was crying too so I got up and went to her door to console her and I realised that she wasn’t crying at all. Actually, she was giggling and the strange guy was lying on top of her and they were kissing. You see, this strange guy and my mother had been having an affair behind my father’s back for years. They sat me down, the two of them, and my mother, with these giant tears in her eyes, tells me how much she loves this strange guy and how, finally, we could all live happily ever after together, and that I would someday learn to love this strange guy. Well, she was wrong because I never learned to love him, but I learned to hate her because the two of them took away the memory of my father. Like that, my hero went up in smoke. The next morning after breakfast, I was sitting out in the yard and this strange guy comes out and he sits down next to me under this giant elm tree where I used to sit and talk to my father, and he starts talking to me but I’m not listening to him. All I’m thinking is, “I want to kill this guy because he’s sitting in my father’s place", and all of a sudden just out of the blue this guy starts hugging me and kissing me and telling me with tears in his eyes that he is, in fact, my real father — this strange guy who the night before is lying in bed with my mother, kissing her, is now in the yard, kissing and hugging me and telling me that he is, in fact, my real father. You know who this guy was? Paul Galveston. Greg to Paul: Did you know that I hated you? Of course you did. I probably even hated you before I knew who you were.Paul: I was never much for introspection. Only leads to more questions. Always thought there was better things to do than ask questions.Ruth: You’ve never really forgiven me, have you?Greg: You never asked to be forgiven, Mother.Ruth: No, I didn’t. I didn’t care. Ruth on Paul’s signet ring: He always wanted you [Greg] to have it.Mary Frances: Paul Galveston only sent you money. You didn’t have a father, just cheques in the mail.Greg: Maybe I was better off not seeing him.Greg on Claudia: I don’t think I’d be where I am today if it wasn’t for sis. She toughened me up. When I was a kid, I injured my leg. I had it in a brace. She locked the brace. I couldn’t walk.Claudia: We were just kids then.Greg: Tip of the iceberg, tip of the iceberg.Greg on Claudia: She used to steal my baseball cards and I used to glue her diary shut.Claudia on her and Greg’s relationship: It’s really Mother’s fault. She always pitted us against one another. Maybe it gave her some kind of perverse pleasure, I don’t know. Claudia on Ruth: She loved you [Greg] a lot more than she loved me. It’s because she loved Paul Galveston a lot more than she loved my father.Paula Vertosick on Greg: Educated in boarding schools. Greg: I had a paper route and then worked for the milkman. Greg, looking round Sylvia Lean’s small apartment in 1986: I grew up in a place just like this.Greg on Mack: This is a street kid from New York.Mack: My father was Scotch Irish, my mother was Italian and believe me, it wasn’t easy.Karen: Why? That doesn’t sound like such a strange combination.Mack: In my neighbourhood it was. The Irish were on one side, the Italians on the other. The Italians would call me a mick, the micks called me a wop. All I could do was stand on the corner and have fights with myself.Mack on Mr Belvedere’s Mini Mart: This reminds me of a deli that was on the block when I was growing up in New York called Lazorro’s and I played Zorro because I was always ripping off apples and carrots and stuff.Mark St Claire: As a child I had asthma. I never learned to fight.JR, speaking in 1985: The last time I was scared, I was fourteen years old. I was facing down a wounded mountain lion and I walked away without a scratch.Karen: When I was a little girl, I thought God couldn’t hear me unless I radioed in. I mean, He was so far away. I used to say, “God, come in — one, two, three, four, five. Roger.”Olivia Cunningham, speaking in 1986: Sometimes I wish I could stay a kid.Karen: You know something, sweetheart? Sometimes I used to wish that too.JR to McKay: Didn’t your mama teach you to knock?JR to Bobby: I know you were taught to knock. I was there.Bobby: By the time I was three years old, I knew the Red Files meant current and important. Bobby: Daddy has wanted a refinery for as far back as I can remember.Bobby to JR: Ever since I can remember, all you ever thought about was running Ewing Oil.Pam to JR: Ewing Oil, the only thing you’ve ever really loved.Bud, of Bud’s Automotives, on Jock: You know what good care Mr Ewing took of his car.Miss Ellie: He did take a lot of pride in it.Gary: Daddy always had the biggest model, the biggest car. American, of course.Gary on the Ewing fortune: It never seemed like my money.Ray: I never used to think a man needed more money than he could roll up and stick in his pocket.Cliff: I've been blinded by money all my life — I guess maybe because I never had any.Val: All I've ever really had are just hand-me-downs.Garnet McGee to Pam: When you grow up like we did, dirt-poor, never one single thing of your own — not a blanket, not a dollar toy — it ain't easy being satisfied.Garnet, speaking to Pam in 1978: Never would have thought you'd do so good for yourself, starting out the way we did.Rebecca: You were a happy baby. You giggled and laughed. You were never a howler.Pam: When did I start walking?Rebecca: You were young, just ten months. I remember we were all in the living room and you just stood up and walked clear across the room to Digger, just like that. Cliff to Rebecca: I remember you liked liquorice.Val on Christmas 1953: I remember stringing popcorn and hanging it on the tree, and I remember Mama and me baking fruitcakes from Aunt Edna’s own special recipe. Mama was so strict about every detail. Once a year she was a homemaker, so we had to do everything just perfect. I still remember how delicious those fruitcakes tasted. It’s probably because Mama and I baked them together. I remember how Mama turned all the compliments to me — I’d done everything just right, you know, and I’d insisted on doing it a certain way — when it was really all her. She made me feel so proud of myself. That night, we stayed up all night talking. I was just a little girl, I was probably seven or maybe eight, but Mama talked to me like I was a woman. She asked me about my ambitions and my goals. I didn’t have any, but she said I would real soon. She told me about her dreams, what her life was like. I thought being a grown up was the most exciting thing in the world. Karen: I remember what Christmas was like when I was a kid. All my family was together — aunts and uncles, grandparents.Paige on Greg: He probably got lots of coal in his stockings when he was a kid.1954Corpus Christi resident on Rebecca: One Christmas, I went to visit my brother in Galveston. I stayed a few weeks, came back and she was gone. The whole family, gone. Nobody knew [where]. I asked, but nobody knew.JR on Rebecca: Another drunken slut who ran away.Rebecca: I was seventeen. I could barely read or write. I wasn’t ready to be a wife or a mother. And Digger, Digger was destroying me. I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to save myself and somehow I found the strength to do it.Pam: Mother, you’ve always had strength. You proved that when you left your children to go out and start a new life. It’s a cold, calculating kind of strength.Rebecca: I closed a door in my mind. I sealed off a part of my life — the awful, awful pain of having to abandon my own flesh and blood.Cliff to Rebecca: You ran out on me. I was barely five years old and you pretended to be dead. You left me with a baby sister and a drunken father. Why?Rebecca: It’s so hard to explain.Cliff: I can imagine it’s hard to explain. A mother running out on her own two kids? I don’t know how in hell a woman could do that. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be five years old and to be told that your mother’s dead?Pam, speaking in 1981: I think in one way, I've been feeling [empty and worthless] all the way back to when I was a little baby and my mother left me. Why did she do that, leave a little baby? What did I do to deserve that?Pam to Rebecca: When Digger told us that you died, I could never really accept that. I used to think about you every day, my mother who died and went to Heaven, and I used to wonder what you were like, what you smelled like. Sometimes I even thought I could remember.Pam on Rebecca: I always thought that I loved her even when I thought she was dead.Cliff, speaking in 1981: I don’t care whether my mother is alive or not. I mean, at one point I might have, when I was growing up and I needed her. Where was she then? Pam on Rebecca: Someone saw her in a small town [Kingsville], just thirty miles south of Corpus Christi. It was three months after Digger said she died.John Mackey, private detective, on Rebecca: She worked as a waitress for a while at Jerry’s Coffee Shop. She met a travelling salesman. They left Kingsville together.John Mackey on Rebecca: She must have changed her name every twenty minutes back then, the last being Rebecca Burke.Digger, looking at old photograph: Cliff, there's you in your little sailor suit.Mandy Winger, looking at an old photograph: Is that you?Cliff: Yeah, I was about six.Mandy: You were kind of cute. Is that your mother?Cliff: No that’s my Aunt Maggie. She’s the one who raised Pam and me.Maggie on Digger: He turned up on my doorstep with you two [Cliff and Pam] saying Becky was dead. He left you, these trunks, and off he went again.Cliff to Pam: You babbled all the time. Aunt Maggie couldn’t shut you up.Wally Kessel, rancher: Cliff, I've known you since you were a little boy.Miss Ellie, speaking to Bobby’s son Christopher in 1986: When your daddy was your age [four], his favourite thing in the whole world was my soup. Christopher: What else did he like?Miss Ellie: He liked my chilli and he liked hot dogs and broccoli, but mostly he liked growing up around here at Southfork with all his family around him.JR on Miss Ellie: She doted on that boy [Bobby] something fierce. I spent a lot of my life hating how much she loved him — wasted years.Mack: When I was thirteen, my dad hit me so hard he knocked out a molar. At first I blamed myself. It had to be me — this was my dad and your dad just doesn’t beat you without good reason. If I was a better kid, maybe he wouldn’t get so mad.Mack: My old man was tough and he was wrong and he made mistakes.Karen: What did he do? Mack: It’s not about what he did. The gory details are almost boring. It’s about the way he made me feel. He made me feel like I couldn’t do anything, and what I thought and felt didn’t matter —  or I guess that I wasn’t worth anything. And I think that young people need encouragement. It’s like a plant needs sunshine. Not enough sun, it’s worse than getting smacked around, which he was also good at.Sue Ellen: You were helping me get ready for one of my birthday parties. I think it was my seventh. I wanted to wear my yellow dress. You had something else in mind. I know it must seem insignificant to you now, but it wasn’t then. Do you remember?Patricia: Blue and white dotted Swiss. Oh for heaven’s sake, what does it matter what happened when you were seven?Sue Ellen: I know you always meant well, but you never let up and you never listened. Richard Avery on Kenny Ward: Born and raised on a surfboard, right here in California. Richard to Kenny: Were you born in a circus?Richard: All my life, I wanted to be a lawyer.Richard: My father wanted me to be a lawyer. It was expected of me. Where I was brought up, the only way to become respectable, to make any money was to be a lawyer.Richard: I never wanted to be a lawyer in the first place.Mack: I always wanted to be a Wall Street lawyer. Richard: I know about food. I've always wanted to do something about it.Greg: I wanted to be King. See, there are two kinds of people in this world, those who get things done and those who have things done to them. I figured if I was King that I could use my power to make this a better world, like all eleven year olds think they’re going to do when they grow up.Laura: Well, some of those eleven year olds, when they grow up, do make it a better world.Greg: I never learned much about music when I was a kid. I learned about economics and corporate politics, never music, and I always wanted to be a conductor.Pam: All my life, more than anything in the world, I have wanted a child.Donna: I always wanted to be a mother. I thought it was the most important thing in the world.Ray to Jenna: All I ever wanted was a home and a family. Really, that’s all you ever wanted.Cliff: All my life, I have had one drive and that’s to be the winner that Digger wanted me to be. That has been the most important thing in my life. I’m not saying that that’s right, but that’s me. Gary: All my life, I’ve drifted into things. I’ve let things happen to me without thinking about the consequences ahead of time. Karen: I always wanted to be Mata Hari.Sid: I always wanted to be a race car driver. I wanted to build my own cars and race them.Susan Philby (ex-Fairgate) to Sid: First time we met, you were working in a service station, lying on the ground under some old jalopy. I had to be towed in, remember? And there you were under that jalopy, just my speed — handsome, strong and utterly unacceptable to my mother. I would have crawled under that car with you right then and there, but you weren't that easy. Then finally I got you into bed, but I wasn't used to what you gave me — sweetness, gentleness, that purity of yours. The modesty and goodness — you made me feel worthwhile. If only we could have made love every minute of every day, everything would have been wonderful. Susan: You always had trouble saying no to me, remember?Sid: I remember.Susan to Sid: We always loved the daytimes, remember? It was our time.Susan to Sid: I always did know you had potential. I suppose I was the first one to realise it, wasn't I? Susan: She wore me down, Sid, my mother.Sid: Yeah, and your mother could do that.Paul Galveston, speaking to unidentified business associates in 1984: For thirty years, you’ve come to me with your most delicate problems. I’ve always got you what you want. Ruth on Paul: I remember once he didn’t even return my phone calls for over three weeks. Turned out that time he was holed up at Blair House planning fall out shelters for federal office workers. Paul used to do a lot of government construction. Gary: His first millions came from that.Mack: Hearst, Howard Hughes — Galveston was hanging out with those big guys.Jean Hackney, spy: Howard Hughes at least had an entourage that we could infiltrate.</blockquote>

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