Having outlived most of my peers, and living into a period sans models to go by, it can be dizzying. Feels as though I'm out here in uncharted waters, alone, and without map or compass ... .
What changes will I be facing when "Sign my name to freedom" is published in February? How on earth will I blend multiple roles -- that of author of a first book with a dance card fast-filling for book-signings; as the subject of two films, with my current role of "historian without port folio" or degrees, but with a growing following of those hungry for a true accounting of WWII Home Front history?
|Photos by Carl Bidleman|
With the film releases sometime next year, audiences will discover another Betty, the artist whose compositions will form the sound track for one of the films. What effect will that have on these final years?
This week I will be meeting with Marcus Shelby, a great musician/arranger who directs an important youth program locally, a music program that I'll have the chance to introduce my songs to -- and who may, under the directions of the filmmaker and music director --- do the actual arranging and create the accompaniment of said soundtrack. How exciting is that?
This week I will listen to songs rediscovered and digitized by Bryan Gibel, filmmaker, for the first time in forty years with the music director, as the listening-to is being filmed. Can hardly imagine how that will go, or what will happen when old Betty is re-introduced to young Betty via audio tapes from 40-50 years ago ... .
Meanwhile, on Tuesday I will become the subject of a PodCast created by a Kaiser archivist, a brilliant professional with whom a close professional relationship has developed, an amazing and supportive National Park Service superintendent, and a host of others that have blended lives with one aging woman long after she passed her "sell by" date!
My wish for an ending of life that means simply disappearing into the art of others, may be more real than not.
What a way to go!
But not yet.
There's still work to do.