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I created and started this thread nearly 14 years ago. 😎🎈
I will change it often from now on. This is just a knock around
thread about things in life. My life and others. I am an avid Heidi
Daus Collector, former singer, model and so on. I do this thread because
I enjoy what I do. I love fashion and music and HSN is a little of both.
I cover a lot of music and fashion on this thread. ✨😎
I am going to wish Happy Holidays to all the Peeps out there and please
stay safe. 🌹✨😎I have been shopping and posting on HSN since the late
90’s 😎I have wonderful memories from the HSN we all know and love.
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Good afternoon in Oz. We are warm here also and will be for the next week. We have not had rain for eight days but the forecast says we will have storms on Saturday.⛈️
Carolina needs to win tonight or their chances go way down. Hope it’s a good game and not boring.
Donut Day tomorrow, elastic pants all weekend, lol!🤣
Hope Miss Kitty is being good and sharing. My bunnies had babies and I see them everyday.🐇 Groundhogs have been out and getting their daily meals. Deer all around – the zoo is open! Sending winning hugs to you and Poppy.🤗💖
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She was 18 years old. He was 54.
She was Oona O’Neill — daughter of America’s greatest playwright, named Debutante of the Year, with her whole future spread out before her like an open road.
He was Charlie Chaplin. The Little Tramp. Silent film royalty. A man who had already been married three times, fathered teenage sons, and watched his career begin to fade.
When they met in 1942, he was considering her for a film role.
The film was never made.
Something else was.
The world had opinions. Loud ones.
Her own father — Eugene O’Neill, Nobel Prize winner, one of the most celebrated writers alive — called it unforgivable. He was barely a year older than Chaplin himself. He disowned his daughter completely.
He never called. Never wrote. Never forgave.
When he died in 1953, Oona wasn’t mentioned in his will.
The man who spent his entire career writing about broken families couldn’t find forgiveness for his own daughter.
But Oona had already made her choice. And she never doubted it.
She married Chaplin in a quiet civil ceremony. No fanfare. No Hollywood premiere. Just two witnesses and a life begun.
She gave up her acting dreams — not because someone forced her to, but because she didn’t want that world anymore. She wanted him.
They had eight children together. Built a home. Built a life.
Then America tried to take it all away.
In 1952, while Chaplin was at sea sailing to England, the U.S. government revoked his re-entry permit. He was barred from returning — accused of having Communist sympathies during the McCarthy era’s darkest chapter.
He refused to submit to their investigations.
Oona was left with four children and a choice.
She went back to California alone. Packed up their entire Beverly Hills life. Moved their money out of the country. Renounced her American citizenship.
Then she went to find her husband.
They settled at Manoir de Ban — an 18th-century mansion overlooking Lake Geneva in Switzerland. Peaceful. Isolated. Completely theirs.
Their last four children were born there.
For 34 years, Oona was his world. And he was hers.
Friends said they were rarely apart. That their bond had crossed from love into something closer to fusion — two people so intertwined they had almost forgotten where one ended and the other began.
In 1972, America finally welcomed Chaplin back to accept an Honorary Oscar. A moment of redemption. Of vindication.
Oona stood beside him. As she always had.
Charlie Chaplin died on Christmas Day, 1977. He was 88 years old.
Oona was 52.
And here is where the story becomes something harder to hold.
For 34 years, she had been his protector, his anchor, his home. When he died, she didn’t know how to be anyone else.
She retreated to the Swiss manor. She stopped going out. She fell into alcoholism — the same darkness that had swallowed her father and her brother before her.
Friends say she quietly asked herself a question she couldn’t answer:
What had she done with her life?
She had kept diaries for decades. Letters. Private thoughts accumulated over a lifetime. When she died on September 27, 1991 — of pancreatic cancer, at age 66 — her final will gave a single instruction:
Burn all of it.
Whatever she had written in those pages — the joys, the doubts, the sacrifices, the things she never said aloud — she took it with her.
She is buried beside Charlie in the village cemetery in Corsier-sur-Vevey, Switzerland.
Hers is not a simple story.
She was not a victim. She was not simply a devoted wife. She was not a woman who wasted her life, and she was not a woman who lived it fully without cost.
She was all of those things at once.
At 18, she chose love over her father’s approval. She chose exile over abandonment. She chose devotion over ambition.
And she paid prices no one will ever fully understand, because she made sure of that herself.
The greatest love stories are rarely just beautiful.
Sometimes they are beautiful and devastating — and the line between the two is thinner than anyone warns you.
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Good day in the ‘burgh. 🎈😎We have a long day today. Stanly Cup is tonight. 😎🎈💕
Lady you dinner sound so good last night and you may have leftovers which is even
better. 💕🎈Oz is warm today not a problem the A/C is on.

Here is to a good game and a nice breezy day.
Sending cool vibes to you and Jake. 💕🎈😎

This is for in case company comes by. LOL! 😎🎈💕
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Good morning in S. California. Giving your hubby a big shout out for getting things done. 🎈😎
Very rare do we call a contractor unless it has to do with the HVAC.Oz is a bit warm today and we will have rain for the next three days starting this weekend. 💕
I have a secret sauce for my flowers and plants they are big and beautiful. 😎
Taci my sister is doing great and eating a regular diet. 😎💕🎈Thank you for asking about
her.I know you are glad everything is back in working order. 💕I don’t like Coyotes especially
with small dogs. I take my Iphone and some spray with me when I walk the long way with
Poppy you will have to eat me before you eat my dog. Go for it! 😎Enjoy the view and be careful. 🎈
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I hope all is going well for you if you are still under the weather I hope you feel better soon. 😎

Please take care. 🎈
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