Ruby Slippers

Chapter 39 (cont'd)
J.P. & Crew finished a day of filming at Archer Winery.
As the last scene was given the wrap, J.P. announced, "There's a wedding at Old Winery Inn today so you've all got the rest of the day off,..."
There were cheers from all the Crew but J.P. put a bitter tannin into the party when he added, "...but not the evening."
The happy merry-making soon turned to 'drat' and 'boo' as the Crew exchanged their emotions for effect.
"We'll try to film a couple of scenes in the garden to get some party footage."
After he stopped speaking, the entire Crew worked feverishly to get packed up so the next three hours could be taken full advantage of.
J.P. just grinned and shook his head, "Nothing like the promise of 'time off' to motivate a Crew to deliver their hardest work ever."
Back at Old Winery Inn-
Sam and Simmy were relaxing on this Saturday. They had just had a leisurely breakfast, sneaking in just before the kitchen was closed for the wedding. As they moved out of the Inn to the parking lot, Simmy noticed a little girl trying desperately to wedge some 'Moccasin' boots onto her sweaty little feet. The Mom was chatting with someone and Simmy approached and asked if she could help the little girl get her boots on. The Mom turned to look at her little girl and chuckled and said, "You can try. It's mighty hot out here."
Simmy bent down and asked the little muppet what her name was.
"I'm Ruby," she said with a groan as she muscled the boot at a bad angle onto her foot.
Simmy reached over and tried to help but it had been many years since she'd helped her babes get their shoes on. It was hard to remember how hard one could push on these four year old legs. With some grunting and groaning, Ruby wedged her foot into the boot and Simmy stood up to beckon the Mom over to help with the other.
"Oh, honey, it's too hot for those boots today." The Mom knelt down anyway and pushed the second boot onto Ruby's foot with swift ease.
Simmy responded with, "I forgot how hard you could push or twist and turn on such a young foot."
"Oh, they're tough, these little ones," she stood up to let Ruby display her boots.
"May I take a picture?" Simmy requested.
"Sure! Go ahead!" The Mom went back to talking to her friends.

Vineyard Miracle

Chapter 39
Scene 3- 'The Vineyard'- Hamptons
J.P. & Crew had headed to the local vineyard to set up for the next scene. Bart and Calvin were filming the DeSoto coming down the long gravel driveway. 'Richard' and 'Lucy' parked the classic car and got out.
"And Cut!"
J.P.was efficient today. He gave the next instructions swiftly.
"Archer Winery was kind enough to allow us to film the 'Vineyard' scene here so let's get out to the field. Don is already set up there. Everyone else get on that farm wagon and let's get this scene done. Mishael agreed to be a movie star today. His tanned, leathery skin will lend some authenticity to the film."
'Richard and Lucy' were going over their lines.
Half an hour later, the scene was set...
Scene 3- 'The Vineyard'- Take 1- July 30, 2010
'Lucy' was holding an umbrella to shield her skin from the hot sun. Richard, with his hair slicked back in 1950's style was standing out in the sun, in a casual pose.
Mishael started speaking, "This part of the vineyard produces Pinot Noir grapes but a few years ago, we experienced quite a miracle in this little section of the vineyard."
Lucy- "What was that?"
Mishael- "Sometimes, the plants actually convert."
Richard- "What do you mean?"
Mishael- "One year they'll be Pinot Noir and the next year Pinot Gris and back again."
Richard scrunched his eyebrows down in concentration. "One year, red wine and the next white?"
Mishael- "Yes. Pinot Gris and Pinot Noir are close cousins but it is a new thing for us, this converting."
Lucy- "When we were in Italy earlier this summer, that was happening there too. There was a vineyard that had been owned by the Medici family, a small section, where the grapes converted, at will, as well."
Richard- "Maybe God blessed a portion of the vineyard to honour Gian Gastone de'Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany."
Mishael- "Yes, he abolished taxes for poorer people."
Richard- "And repealed anti-semitic penal laws."
Lucy gave a shudder. "He also put a stop to public executions."
Mishael nodded. "Medieval television, perhaps?"
Richard looked up sharply. "Evil, for sure."

Holiday Inn

Chapter 38 (cont'd)
Take 1- Scene 1- 'The Vineyard'- Hamptons- Scene in progress
'Richard' enters the summer house as 'Lucy' finishes her telephone call.
Lucy- "At 3 p.m.? Where do we meet for that tour?"
Pause, as Lucy listens.
Lucy- "I do believe we'll take that in. Sounds like just the thing to stir our blood this afternoon. Thank you."
Lucy hangs up the phone.
'Richard' moves up behind Lucy and slips his arms around her slim waist.
"What are we doing this afternoon?"
Richard nibbles Lucy's neck.
Lucy squirms out of Richard's arms and puts her hands on her hips.
"We're going on a tour of a vineyard and then we'll have dinner at the 'Grand Hotel.'"
"Black tie?" Richard cocked his eyebrow in a suggestive manner, suggesting he'd rather remove his tie than put one on.
"Yes, darling, we'll be puttin' on the ritz," Lucy punned.
"At the Grand Hotel, no less," Richard parodied.
"The party is in the garden, I was told," Lucy smiled.
"Ahh, a moonlight sonata," Richard held out his arms and swung Lucy around in a smooth dance move.
"Cut!" J.P. called an end to the scene.
"Let's do a few different scenes of dress changes for the evening party so we can do a parallel editing with the 'Owen Sound' vacation and the military ball. It's going to be a long evening and night, so we'll break for a few hours after the vineyard scene to give everyone a rest."

Diva Holiday

Chapter 38 (cont'd)
Bart and Calvin set up their cameras for two different angles of the scene.
'Lucy' came out of the trailer with her hair in a ponytail, her feet in striped canvas running shoes and skirt and shirt in a crisp white classic 1950's fashion.
She entered the screened summer house, a.k.a. 'Fair Weather Meadows' and everyone breathed a sigh of relief that 'the princess' was in the mood to work.
Jayne flopped into a chair and longed for a cigarette even though she didn't smoke. Any and every artificial form of relaxation appealed to her when she was tense. She prayed the scenes would run smoothly.
"Take 1- Scene 1- The Vineyard- 'Hamptons'"
Lucy started humming 'Some Enchanted Evening' which had topped the charts in 1949 and won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama that very year... 1950.
An old-fashioned telephone rang and Lucy picked it up, saying, "Hello!"
She paused to feign listening. "Why we'd be delighted to attend the party. Thank you for inviting us!"

Fair Weather Meadows

Chapter 38 (cont'd)
In the afternoon Simmy went to Peony Cottage to see how the movie scene was developing.
Jayne was busy helping with details and Simmy found J.P. & Crew filming in the summer house at side of the property.
'Lucy' had just checked in to 'Fair Weather Meadows' which had been so named after the movie 'It's Always Fair Weather' with Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire as symbiotic stars.

Small is Beautiful

Chapter 35 (cont'd)
"So what do you think about the 'Fair Trade Gold Standard' that is now being implemented that will allow artisanal miners to get a bigger piece of the pie?" Sam recalled a reporting by National Geographic.
"I think, anything that slows environmental destruction is going to have to be addressed and acted on. Not in the future, but now!" J.P. was up to date on current issues.
"And... paying a fair price for metals so small artisanal miners can earn a living is human and humane," Simmy stated. "I have always believed in the honest labour of hands that create without harming others. It has been an uphill battle to try to influence those around me, though. There is still a 'if you've earned it, you deserve it' attitude. And, let's not forget the cookies. We would give away the work of one person for what in trade? I ask you! What is the motivation to sell a person too much for too little? What does this produce?" Simmy was getting her frustration out. Eventually, what does a generation or two or three look like that gets too much?"
J.P. looked at his hands and breathed a deep sigh, "Like Hollywood, maybe. I have seen great wealth there. The movie era really did create a strange opportunity for a chosen few."
E.F. Schumacher, in the book 'Small is Beautiful' offers up the four Cardinal virtues as a conscience tweaking entreaty," Simmy chimed in.
"Cardinal?" J.P. was showing his Jewish roots.
"The Roman Catholic church has employed these, yes, I believe so. The funeral we were at was in a Roman Catholic church but the term 'cardinal' comes from the Latin 'cardo' or hinge. Wikipedia reports that the cardinal virtues are so called because they are hinges upon which the door of the moral life swings. If you read all the essays that Schumacher writes, it is a natural book ender to introduce these virtues."
"What are the virtues?" J.P. asked.
"Temperance, fortitude, justice and prudence," Simmy punctuated each word with a hand movement.

Gold Standard

Chapter 35 (cont'd)
"Very complicated," Simmy said. "Everyone sees life from their own perspective and it makes perfect sense to them but rarely do any two people see eye to eye."
J.P. looked at Sam and Simmy with the depth of one who must re-produce emotions and content for others to engage in.
"We attract what we are or what others want to become. I could see a depth in you two that first day we met. Solid instincts have won me many a prize as my movies soar into box office hits. You two are the gold standard." J.P. spoke with a forceful authority.
"What is 'the gold standard?'" Simmy asked. "A neighbor of ours once said, that, as far as he could see, our sons were the 'gold standard' in the whole neighborhood."
"That's a huge compliment. That, basically, means... your sons were measured against all the other kids and found, in his estimation, to be superior and solidly backed."
"Well, let us hope that his own standards have refined value," Simmy remarked.
"Ah, yes, the question of 'who,' ultimately, determines the meaning of value and, consequently, power. Wars have been fought for that right," J.P. murmured.
"Is it 'a right' to decide the definition of value. Value is an elusive, indeterminable word," Simmy stated.
"Explain," J.P. leaned forward concentratively.
"I volunteered to bake for a sale. It was for my church, a 'not for profit' organization."
"Ha," the scorn of disbelief emitted immediately from J.P., "not too many of those."
Simmy continued, "I was abandoned in the kitchen to do the whole job. The person who had originally roped me into doing this got sick and we couldn't have a flu virus in the kitchen."
"Good thing you protected the purchaser from that," J.P. added another commerce thinker statement.
"Yes, we do want responsible people in the kitchen, do we not?" Simmy laid the foundation. She continued.
"I work all day, baking. Then, I have to package these 300 cookies and many pies. One of the people in charge of this organization comes by as I'm pricing the cookies at' '3 for a dollar.' He blows out a bellow of steam and says, 'You should be selling those '7 for a dollar.' That would be good value.'" Simmy pontificated, acting out the part of the Overseer.
J.P. coughs, "Where has this bloke been living? In the land of plenty, I'd say."
"I say to him," Simmy continued, 'If you want to sell them for that, then you bake them.'"
Sam interjects. "I'm not baking them for '3 for a dollar.'"
J.P. laughs and says, "Me neither!" He can relate to this man.
"So," I ask you, "why does this man devalue the price of the cookies?"
"He hasn't done the work," J.P. says perfunctorily.
"And what happens when we teach people, through this type of action, that they can have whatever they want without paying a reasonable price for it?"
"You get,... my Crew, with a blank checkbook, spending someone else's money without regard for the sacrifices of the silent partners. That's when I end up stressed because these financial backers demand a 'reconciliation' to see how the time was spent, if the schedule was adhered to, and where did all the money go?"
"I'll bet it's hard to shoulder all that responsibility," Simmy suggested.
"Damn hard," J.P. grunted.