Frances Farmer
Frances Farmer
Frances Elena Farmerwas an American actress and television host. She is perhaps better known for sensationalized accounts of her life, especially her involuntary commitment to a mental hospital. Farmer began her career as a stage actress, performing stock theater in New York and later appearing on Broadway. She made her film debut in Too Many Parents, and was subsequently featured in a starring role in the musical western, Rhythm on the Rangeopposite Bing Crosby, and The Toast of New Yorkwith...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMovie Actress
Date of Birth19 September 1913
CitySeattle, WA
CountryUnited States of America
It puzzled me that other people hadn't found out, too. God was gone. We were younger. We had reached past him. Why couldn't they see it? It still puzzles me.
I think God just died of old age. And, when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right!
I didn't think then, and I still don't, that I was actually sick.
The Sunday School teacher talked too much in the way our grade school teacher used to when she told us about George Washington. Pleasant, pretty stories, but not true.
I have learned that to have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment.
I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God.
The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it.
I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them.
But I was sure of one thing. If God were a father, with children, that cleanliness I had been feeling wasn't God.
I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.
I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.
That satisfied me until I began to figure that if God loved all his children equally, why did he bother about my red hat and let other people lose their fathers and mothers for always?
If you get old fashioned enough, you'll always be in style.
I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.