Mamie and Tricia, probably on their way to the Synagogue.
“Right next to to [Miss Fannie Weaver] was the Jewish Synagogue, and when Tricia was little Mary would dress her up every afternoon and put a bow in her hair and take her around to sit on the Synagogue steps. Tricia stood it for so long until one day she told Mary she was tired of being dressed up. That was during the period when Shirley Temple was so popular and we had taught Tricia to sing, ‘On the Good Ship Lollipop.’ Tricia was the pet of all the family, and Big and Uncle Roy adored her.”
Maybe if Mamie had promoted her little star somewhere other than the steps of Ahavath Rayim Temple on Market Street, we’d all be watching old Patricia Evans movies on American Movie Classics instead of Shirley Temple musicals. So much talent, forever under a bushel.
Shirley at her peak. She can't hold a candle to Tricia.
Tricia in one of many dance recital costumes. Hollywood paid no attention.
Hello....I'm in possession of a priceless collection of memoirs and memorabilia left by my mother, Sara Evans Criss. She was a native and lifelong (88 years!) devotee of our small town, who covered this peculiar and volatile corner of the world for 30 years as the Memphis Commercial Appeal's Greenwood bureau chief, a job that started out with debutantes and high school football and wound up spang in the midst of one of the twentieth century's most enduring social upheavals. This blog is dedicated to her memory and the legacy she left behind, both for her family and her community.
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