Much has been said about Shirley Temple Black since yesterday—a pal of mine reminded me of her amazing poise, even as a tiny child—but really, the best I’ve read thus far regarding that marvellous lady is from Nitrate Diva. Pop over and read.
(To be honest, I remain surprised over my deeply felt reaction to her loss; I don’t feel as if my childhood is gone, but as if something dear has gone missing or, more precisely, has been misplaced. Perhaps Shirley’s work reminded us of that, draws us back to it, and that is why her passing affects so many of us so.)