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Maginel's Mother - My Memories of Anne Baxter


My college room-mate lost her mother shortly before Christmas in 1985. I remember the tearful phone call asking if I'd seen the news, requesting that I not talk to any media...and then begging me to come to her mother's home in Connecticut because she needed me.

I was twenty-two years old at the time and not interested much in the news...either local or national. These were my selfish years and if it did not directly involve me, I couldn't have cared less. I'm ashamed to say that if Maginel had not called, I might not have heard of her mother's death until...well, who knows when. As for talking to the media, well that seemed a bit far-fetched. Although my friend was the daughter of a famous actress, I was still an insignificant nobody from New Hampshire as far as the world was concerned. It wasn't likely that Entertainment Tonight would be pounding on my door asking for an insider story. And if they had, my memories of Anne Baxter were all good ones. I doubt they would have caused a big scandal...although, come to think of it, there was one really good story. Perhaps she was worried I'd tell them about that particular evening.

The only thing that had me packing quickly, kissing my own mother on the cheek, explaining the sudden trip and then hopping into my car was simply friendship. If Maginel said she needed me...then of course I would be there for her.

It's not a long drive from Manchester, New Hampshire to Danbury, Connecticut. Over the previous few years I'd driven the route several times. Still, it gave me plenty of time to reminisce as I covered the miles. I couldn't believe she was gone. It was like God had reached out and snuffed a bright flame with a quick pinch of His fingers. One moment, she was on her way to a hair appointment and the next a massive cerebral aneurism had taken her life. All things considered...it wasn't a bad way to go, I guess. I couldn't see such a vibrant life force going out gradually. It was probably best to be caught unaware just living your life.

In the dark of my car with the radio playing some oldies station softly in the background, I smiled remembering the first time I had met Maginel. The two of us had been assigned totally inappropriate roommates in our freshman year at college. Fortunately, our rooms were beside each other making us neighbors. It was only the second week of classes, but already I was tired of waking up every morning to my roommate, Claudia's punk rock music obsession. If I had to listen to one more explanation of bandanas and their significance when worn on different parts of the body, I would have been forced to show her the meaning of one wrapped tightly around her own throat. Maginel's room-mate, by comparison, wasn't so bad. Lori smiled often...but never spoke.

The four of us joined several other freshmen to attend the first football game of the season. Claudia was once again deeply involved in her bandana discussion, which had me looking for a graceful way to ditch the group in search of more interesting companionship. Leaning over to Maginel, I whispered that I needed to make a trip to the ladies room....and would she mind joining me. Having agreed, she was a bit puzzled when I strolled right past the bathroom door heading for the exit. "Uh....Laurie...the bathroom is right here," Mag pointed out. I smiled cheerfully and replied, "I know...but I really just wanted to escape them...do you mind terribly?"

I was overjoyed to find that she had been feeling the same way...but since Maginel was the type to suffer in silence, she would have just endured it in misery. Good thing she had met me. Before long, we were huddled on her bed, drinking hot chocolate laced with peppermint schnapps, looking through photo albums, giggling like girls having a pajama party and sharing woeful tales of our roommates. It was only a matter of time before we came up with "The Plot."

"Now?" Maginel asked, a wee bit unsure when I stood up and headed for the door.

"Of course now," I replied with a villainous waggle of my eyebrows, "they're all at the game so we should have at least another hour or two."

And with that we raced between the two rooms transferring all of Claudia's belongings and replacing them with Maginel's. Drunk as we were, we still made every effort to put Claudia's things away in as close an approximation to the way she had them in her former room as possible.

When we were done, Maginel collapsed on her bed in a sweaty heap and asked, "Do you think she'll like...maybe beat us up?" Given the propensity for violence in Claudia's music, I didn't doubt for a minute that she wouldn't be capable of getting physical. Mag was such a tiny, delicate little creature that I realized I'd have to be the one to defend our actions. "Don't worry," I assured her, "I'm pretty sure I can take Claudia...maybe." To be honest, my previous roommate sort of frightened me.

Fortunately, except for a rather blasé shrug of her shoulders, Claudia didn't seem to mind much. I guess when it came to torture, one roommate was as good as the next. Without any fuss, she exchanged room keys with Maginel and moved in next door.

I don't remember the exact moment in time that Maginel told me about her mother. It surprised me a bit only because my roommate seemed so...normal. She was not the only child of a celebrity to attend this college. Kelly, the athletic, freckled blonde that everyone found so likeable, put up with our bad behavior every time her father would come to visit. Giggling, we'd crowd the hallway waiting for a glimpse her Dad, nearly swooning when we were rewarded with a mega-watt smile and a "Hi girls!" At 47 years of age, James Fransiscus was still a very hot looking man...much to his daughter's disgust.

"No shit? Your Mom is Anne Baxter?!" I remember saying in surprise. Mag rolled her eyes and made like it was no big deal. I grinned and threw myself dramatically across the bed, clutching my roommate's ankle as I cried, "Moses....Moses!" Mag giggled in her girlish way and playfully punched me in the arm. "Cut it out, Laurie," she laughed, "it's no big deal...she's just my Mom."

Still, when Maginel informed me that her mother was in town and wanted to take us to dinner, I was extremely nervous. As I changed my outfit for the third time, a quick rap came at our door. Great, I thought as Mag stepped aside to reveal our visitor, bad time for the dorm pothead to arrive bearing gifts. I put up a valiant struggle, literally...but being pinned to the floor while laughing makes it hard to hold your breath. Maginel could be somewhat sadistic when she wanted to be.

As a result, my first meeting with the great actress is a little fuzzy. I remember trying to answer her polite questions about my career path as I concentrated on cutting the complicated piece of chicken breast on my plate. My mumbled replies must have had her wondering about the current state of scholarship programs, at the very least. Even worse though, somewhere during the course of the evening I discovered the all you can eat salad bar and developed an extreme appetite for carrot and raisin salad. By the time the night was over, I'd cleared out the entire pan much to Mag's amusement. "You must really love that salad, Laurie!" Maginel's mother exclaimed as my roommate snorted indelicately, stuffing her dinner napkin into her mouth to smother the sound. To this day, my stomach does somersaults whenever I encounter that nasty concoction...but it never fails to make me smile at the memory.

The next time I met Maginel's mother was marginally better. The occasion was her eldest daughter, Katrina's birthday and they'd planned an intimate gathering of family and friends. I had met Katrina several times before this event at her home, so I wasn't nervous in the least. Mag's sister could be somewhat intimidating if you weren't acquainted with her beforehand. She had a way of scrutinizing everyone with her ice blue eyes and leaving you with the impression that she missed nothing. To my relief, Katrina seemed to approve of me...which was good, because I thought she was an incredible lady. I admired her energy...the way she didn't so much walk as stride with a sense of purpose...ordering people around as if they were her personal army and expecting nothing less than total obedience. It came as no surprise therefore that while this was her birthday party...she had everything under control.

It was while I was chatting comfortably with several guests that Mag suddenly raced up to me in a panic. Dragging along behind her was our friend Eric, hanging his head in shame. She whispered fiercely into my ear, "Laurie...have you seen my Mom?" I shook my head in the negative and asked what was wrong. "Well this idiot," she hissed holding up Eric's hand, "decided it would be a lot of fun to add something special to the chili. Unfortunately, I think my mother got to it before I could throw it out...so I need to check on her if you know what I mean." I lifted my eyebrows and looked at Eric. "What did you put in the chili?"

Eric smiled sheepishly but looked completely unrepentant. "Well...I didn't have time to bake brownies," he admitted.

I groaned in horror and set off to help Maginel locate her mother. As luck would have it, I found her first...in the living room, bouncing up and down in great exuberance on the coffee table. In one hand she held a partially peeled orange...and in the other a large piece of orange peel that she was waving about in the air. Her mouth was a perfect "O" of wonder. She smiled widely as she caught sight of me. "Laurie...oh, Laurie...come here! You have to see this!"

I clapped my hand over my mouth trying to suppress a giggle.

"Look...look," she cried tearing off another section of the orange peel and waving it around. "Can you see it...can you? Isn't it marvelous...do you see the zest?! Here...I'll do it again!"

From behind me, I heard Maginel groan, "Oh...geesh...Mom!" followed by Eric's awed exclamation, "Wow...your Mom is so cool!"

Whenever I think of Maginel's mother...I think especially of that moment. While Maginel was convinced that this was the work of Eric's infamous chili...I'm not so sure. Anne Baxter was always so full of life, able to enjoy the "zest" if you will...that it simply could have been another one of her dramatic, larger than life gestures. Either way, it makes me smile remembering that moment. Eric graciously extended his hand to help her off the table, while I nodded and assured her that I had most definitely seen the zest.

With a sad smile, I put away the pleasant reverie as I pulled into the darkened driveway of the Connecticut house in the woods. It seemed so quiet...too quiet. It was as if the house was holding its breath waiting for the one person to return home that would breathe life into these walls. Truly, it wasn't the same place without her presence.


We were an introspective group gathered in the living room that wintry evening. A cheerful fire crackled in the great stone fireplace, totally at odds with the mood. Katrina was there with her husband, Michael. I had never met Melissa, the second oldest daughter, until now, but I recognized her from Mag's photo album. Maginel clung tightly to her boyfriend, Harvey with one hand and to me with the other. There was sadness...but there was also a comfortable peace to be found in the companionship we shared. Katrina had been in the middle of describing what was in store for us the next day, so Mag whispered an explanation to catch me up to speed.

"Umm...my mother used to hide things in odd places," she admitted with a bit of chagrin. "So...tomorrow we're going on a scavenger hunt to make sure we've found everything."

I furrowed my brow in puzzlement. "Hide things? Like what...and where?" I asked.

"Well...sometimes she'd put something in a baggie...you know...one of those plastic sandwich types and then tape it to the underside of things...like furniture, countertops...." Melissa volunteered a bit defensively having overheard us. I suppose she thought I might make fun of it...but the idea caught me completely off guard.

"Oh" was all I could manage to say.

The next morning, I was up earlier than everyone else, standing in the kitchen and looking out the window as I drank a cup of coffee. It had snowed during the night and the grounds were covered with a dusting of whiteness, looking rather depressing under heavy gray skies. It was so very different from my last visit here.

I always loved visiting Mag. While her mother was not a very domestic type, she was a gracious hostess and her attention to certain details always left me feeling spoiled rotten. On summer mornings, Maginel and I would curl up cozily in the kitchen, quietly nibbling on fresh fruit and buttery pastries. Waverly, the gardener, would stroll by with a smile and wave to us through the window. Sometimes Mag's mother was at home...and sometimes she wasn't. When she was there, the atmosphere was always electrically charged by her presence. Mag would never fail to groan in embarrassment at her mother's dramatic gestures...but I adored them. I always felt as if I was the luckiest person alive to be given a private audience to her performance. "All the world's a stage...," Shakespeare wrote...and Maginel's mother proved that sentiment to be true by living her life as if it was always her greatest role.

One afternoon, Mag and I were insufferably bored. We'd flopped on the couches in the great room, tossing about ideas of what to do when her mother happened to stroll in. With a keen eye, she assessed our current emotional state and quickly picked up a deck of cards. Shuffling them, she looked at me with a smile. "Would you like me to read your cards, Laurie?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Mag cried. "Please Mom...not the cards!"

"What?!" I said in dismay, "What do you mean no...absolutely not? Of course I would!"

Before Mag could protest further, I leaped off the sofa and claimed a chair opposite her mother at the table. With a smile she turned the deck over to me to shuffle until it felt right. With a serious demeanor, I did as she asked and handed the deck back to her. Carefully she laid them out on the table and then spread the remainder of the deck before me.

"Pick a card, Laurie," she said in that wonderfully husky voice she had.

I extracted a card from the deck and waited for her to turn it over.

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed looking at the card. "This signifies great luck in your life. No matter what woes befall you...you'll somehow always manage to land on your feet!"

Well that was certainly good news, I agreed.

With great care she began to turn over cards and tell me my future. There was a mysterious man of course...and travel over a great distance in store for me.

Once again she spread the remainder of the deck before me and asked me to select a card. I did...and as she turned it over we both looked at it in surprise. "How interesting...it's the SAME card as last time. You are a very very lucky person it seems!"

Again she returned to reading the other cards. She frowned a bit at them as she tapped one in particular. The mystery man would be a bit of a problem she said. Evidently he was going to try to hold me back from doing something very important...and above all else I must never let him do that. With a serious look on her face she looked up from the cards and met my eyes. "Promise me, Laurie," she said, "you won't let anyone hold you back. Promise?" I smiled at her and assured her that I would never allow anyone, especially not a man, to hold me back ever.

This seemed to satisfy her as once again she shuffled the spare cards and laid them face down on the table, requesting me to pick for a third time another card. I slid one away from the deck and nudged it toward her. As she flipped it over, I heard her gasp in surprise. "Maginel, you must see this! Laurie just picked the SAME card for the third time!" With a suspicious look at me she examined the card closely to make sure it was no different from the others. After finding no discerning marks on it she turned to me and asked, "So...just how lucky are you anyway?"

The last thing Maginel's mother predicted was that I would write a book one day.

"Really?" I asked somewhat breathlessly. The idea that I would do that held infinitely more appeal to me than some mysterious man and a long journey over water.

"Well," Maginel's mother said looking the cards over one last time, "that's what the cards seem to indicate. Is that something you've thought of doing?"

I nodded my head, suddenly a bit shy at admitting to a dream I'd harbored secretly. "I guess I always just thought...maybe someday, y'know?"

"Then you should do just that!" she exclaimed as if it had all been settled.

Saying goodbye after that particular visit was especially difficult. I wanted so much to stay there, wrapped up in that golden cocoon of lazy summer mornings and the idle life that my friend led. With the great reluctance of a sleeper being torn from an amazing dream, I stood at the door prepared to make my way back home.

"Oh...wait one second Laurie...I nearly forgot," said Maginel's mother as she raced from the foyer and returned rather breathlessly a few moments later. In her hand she was holding a paperback novel, which she extended toward me with a smile. Surprised at the impromptu gift she was giving me, I looked down at the cover and smiled. It was a copy of her novel, "Intermission" autographed to me.

Knowing how I perceived her...not as the famous actress Anne Baxter, she had signed it simply "To Laurie...from Maginel's mother." With tears welling up in my eyes, I hugged her tightly in thanks.

I made a quick swipe at my face, a bit embarrassed by my emotional response and tried to compose myself. There was a question I really needed an answer to...and I wanted her to take it seriously.

"How..."I began awkwardly, "How do you write a book? Whenever I think about it...I feel so overwhelmed. How do you know where to even start?"

With a dramatic wave of her hands, she laughed. "It doesn't matter where you start. If it feels right to start in the middle...then start there and work your way out. The only thing that really matters is to start...that's the secret."

I nodded dismally. I was sure this was probably very sage advice, but I didn't understand. Still, I didn't want her to realize just what a total failure and disappointment I would be...no matter what the cards had said. It seemed safer to just agree.

Maginel's voice called me back from that memory with a quiet clearing of her throat from the kitchen doorway. "Are you ready to start?" she asked softly. I had to smile at that. For a moment she had sounded so much like her mother...

"Not quite yet...but perhaps someday" I said with a strange smile that brought a confused look to my friend's face.

As everyone slowly woke up and set about searching the premises, I chose the office next to her bedroom. The space was actually more of an alcove tucked off the main room, overlooking the back gardens through a large window. The only furniture was a rather formal looking dark wood writing desk, a couple of chairs and a reading lamp. Dutifully, I knelt and checked the underside of the furniture and was relieved to find no plastic packages. As I was glancing through the contents of the bottom drawer though, I came upon a nondescript white envelope with rather puzzling contents.

Mag saw my frown as she was passing the doorway and stuck her head in. "What did you find?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I'm not sure...come see," I said holding out the envelope.

Maginel peered into the envelope while standing beside me. "What is it?" she wondered out loud.

Tentatively, I dipped my forefinger into the dusty contents and stirred it slightly. The grey powder clung to my fingertip with a rather unpleasant chalky sensation. "I'm not sure..." I admitted.

At that moment, Katrina blew into the room with her usual exuberance and with one quick glance announced, "Wonderful! You found David!"

In horror, Mag and I looked at each other over the contents of the envelope. Quickly I tried to shake the remains of her mother's last husband off of my finger...and after failing that held the offending digit up in panic, not wanting to wipe it on my jeans. With cool disdain at our sudden shrieks, Katrina snatched the envelope from my hand and marched out of the room. By now Maginel was squealing in laughter, writhing on the floor...so I took advantage and wiped her stepfather onto the shirt that she was wearing.

On the bright side, Maginel's mother would now get her last request...which was to have her ashes scattered with her late husband's, minus a small amount, beneath the cherry tree outside.

I stayed through Christmas, sensing that this first holiday without her mother would be difficult for Maginel. I'm not sure exactly how helpful I was...but I have a feeling I would have been a more compassionate and understanding friend if I had known then what I know now about how hard it is to lose your mother.

Until now, my memories of Anne Baxter have been shared with very few people...mostly family and close friends. For a long time, I simply didn't want to offend Maginel, Katrina or Melissa by exploiting the relationship I'd gained simply by a chance encounter in college. It seemed...wrong somehow. But now, after so many years, I realize that in my eyes she wasn't simply a famous Hollywood actress. To me, she was something more...an incredibly vivacious woman that I once knew as Maginel's mother.


Herman Forstmann from Corsicana, TX on November 21, 2019:

She sounds amazingly like the good parts of her friend Bette Davis! I have read tons of things about Bette, and she seemed to have a side to her that was playful, humorous, and FUN. I'm glad to hear that Maginel's mother was that way, too! Your story touched my heart.

Patty Inglish MS from USA and Asgardia, the First Space Nation on February 12, 2015:

I loved Anne Baxter and still watch her movies. I can still hear her - "Moses!"

How wonderful that you knew her and have had Maginel as a friend. These must be blessed memories for you. I know I enjoyed this story -- Sorry I did not see it before now.

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on September 22, 2010:

Patrick: I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :)

Patrick on September 17, 2010:

Have read the article on Maginel's mother. As a huge Anne Baxter fan, it was great hearing of a different side of her. She was clearly a terrific person. The furore that has raged since the article leaves me non-plussed. Cheers!

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on March 03, 2010:

Harvey :) Wow...how have you been? Never mind...we'll catch up in a different venue since I received your message this morning. Thank you for the kind words, the validation of this tale and your own personal touch as to what it all meant. Big hugs to you...we'll catch up!

Harvey on March 02, 2010:

Don't doubt this story. While I haven't been in contact with Spryte for years, I know her. I'm the Harvey mentioned above. While my memories may differ slightly, this story is the real deal. For many of us there, it was the last experience of death as a child, the first as an adult, or something in between. Anne was a wonderful woman, who maybe someday I'll have the skill and bravery to write of as Spryte has here.

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on February 25, 2010:

Thank you for sharing that soldiergirl :) She's still quite the character! LOL! May God bless you as well and again, thank you so much for dropping in.

soldiergirl26 on February 18, 2010:

Spryte, having been a sister in the same community as Maginel for many years, we have both left, at different times for different reasons. Maginel left this order in late 2006 and has since entered another community. For the sake of charity, I will not reveal the order we both left.

For the record, I can totally see the memories you have of her being true! She had told me what a character she was! God bless you!

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 11, 2009:

Hi Vimto (pulls up a chair and stretches out), how are you doing today, I heard a rumour you had lost your sparkle?? !! :D

Life can go a little "flat" sometimes!

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 10, 2009:

Why do I have this odd sensation that I should be receiving "some lovely parting gifts" now? LOL! And yeah...even though it's an alter-ego, I had to get all offended on her behalf since she is definitely not an effervescent soft drink. :P

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 10, 2009:

That stuff must run in your family. When we first met, I called you Sprite. You were pissed. Jesus. Thanks, by the way, for playing along and "keeping it real."

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 09, 2009:

Donnie, Donnie Donnie, (bangs herself on forehead), must sort out my recent spelling errors, what with that and my margerine/margArine error :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 09, 2009:

You already did...by calling him Donny the first time. :) But you soothed the savage beast by correcting his name the second time...I think you are safe.

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 09, 2009:

To Dog the Bounty Hunter, natch. You think I'm going to piss him off?

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 09, 2009:

Actually more a reference to Dog the Bounty Hunter...I hope? LOL!

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 09, 2009:

What an nickname, any connection to Deputy Dawg of cartoon fame??

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 09, 2009:

LOL! He'll love that analogy! :)

As you know, normally, he doesn't like to involve himself in my writing...but a chance to use his skills is something he simply cannot resist. Remember the last one he caught for us? Too much fun!

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 09, 2009:

I was wondering when your hubby was going to get involved, a.k.a. Donnie the Dawg. He can trail a blip through the dense, overgrown Internet better than a bloodhound can chase an escaped con wearing ankle chains!

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 09, 2009:

Lovely to see you here Sixty, we have missed you loads :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 09, 2009:

Hey Sixty! :) It's always good to see you. How have you been?

Clive Fagan from South Africa on November 09, 2009:

Hi Guys Have no fear sixty is here. The voice if reason. Isn't it strange that the Troll can't spell!

BTW this troll attack and reunion is is just like old times.

Maybe I 'll even get to post again!

LOL to all except the the trolls and Deb.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

See you there then, Christoph's hub for now I mean ! We can do Shades Hub tomorrow if you like :)

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Also, I know you may have read it before, but it is over a year old, and sooooo funny that I was in fits of laughter reading it again, but Shades hub https://hubpages.com/entertainment/Oh-Goody--Its-F... is well worth a revisit... please :)

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

well we we are going to take the time to go read it I say let's jack it. He will be so pleased.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Its good I promise :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

Nope...not yet. But I'll go peek at it now.

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

I might go check it out tomorrow when the kids are napping.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Oh yes, it is great stuff :)

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

Have any of you guys read this hub by CR


I saw it the other day but haven't had the time to get over there and read it.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Not often I agree. Anyway, I slept most of the day as I wasn't too well yesterday. Okay now, but have to go to bank tomorrow before it closes, so can't be too too late to bed sadly!! Still quite a bit of cider left in can though :)

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

That's very true words there Spryte, very true!

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

Well crud...my last post went AWOL!

AE - ty :) then I accomplished what I set out to do!

5:05 am.....it's still early (morning). You can sleep later. How often do we get the chance to chat?

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

Only 5:00 am, hmm I would have passed out long ago, but I'm a lightweight like that. I love my sleep.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Not gone yet, a few mouthfuls left in my can of cider yet :)

Anyway, it's only 05.05am :)

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

Wish the rest of the gang was here and that you didn't have to leave us misty.

Julianna from SomeWhere Out There on November 08, 2009:

How exciting and yet so warm what a wonderful friend you had and to be able to share this was an absolute joy to read. I loved Anne Baxter and you made here not only a famous actress but a real person as well. :)

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Blimey, think how you could be writing hubs, or posting here during those times, much more fun surely, plus you might even earn a few quid :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

I have this new thing I'm doing...I refuse to color my hair anymore. So I had my hair cut yesterday and now I'm platinum blonde...more platinum than blonde...but y'know what? I actually like it a lot!

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

well good, I've been missing chatting with ya.

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

You aren't OCD like I am :) You've seen my farms...everything has to be just so. LOL!

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

I don't do that many, and haven't maxed out any. I'm just tinkering.

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

I still have one hour and 5 minutes until my Voodoo Chicken Salad is done cooking. So you have me until then :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

Let's see...I have Farmville, FarmTown, Cafe World and uh...Restaurant City. I've maxed them all out except for the Cafe so far. Now I pretty much just play with them when I'm bored.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Yep, afraid so...

Spryte, no way, you are doing that stuff, and you too Gwendy, am I the only one NOT doing it!!!! ????

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

Oh, crap. I haven't done that today.

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

I'm here too...just uh taking care of my Farmville Farm and my cafe. :)

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

wow, that is late, or early, however you want to look at it.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Hey, great to see you Gwendy, well I will be around for about 15 mins, but must turn in after that as nearly 05.00am here :)

Wouldn't hold your breath on the psycho being gone if I were you. My instinct feels like she will be back !!

gwendymom from Oklahoma on November 08, 2009:

hello Ladies, guess I missed out on the action. Was watching television. I think maybe this multiple personality loser may be gone now, but no doubt coming back to read any new posts that are made to see what we have to say, but of course too scared to post anymore crap comments. I think someone like that probably has more than multiple personality problems, that's probably the least of their problems. Well I'll be around for awhile before I head off to bed, so if you ladies wanna chat or something, we can always find a hub to jack.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

I kind of get that :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

It comes in handy at times, Misty! :) Although it still makes me laugh whenever he says that bringing in men is nothing...but he absolutely hated having to hunt down and bring in a woman. He said that they were the nastiest! LOL!

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

That will be fascinating Spryte, I can't wait for the results. How cool that your Hubby was also a bounty hunter, result. (I think a very long time ago you mentioned it to me, or at least in a hub post, but you only just reminded me of it).

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

Misty - I'll send an email to you and Christoph just to keep it out of here. Btw...I meant Brunswick...not Brewster. Never heard of the place until several weeks ago when a friend contacted me from there before moving elsewhere.....

Anyway, I'm sure once I have a name I can pass it on to the appropriate party to see if she knows them.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Cannot wait Spryte, keep us informed of progress won't you, although might be best not to publish too much here in case "Lyn, Lee, Greg, Deb" (wow, it is becoming like a memory game to list all the names of this person/persons, although suspect only 1 due to terminology style) gets too much warning in advance :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

LOL! My you all have been busy.

I have a strong suspicion from the work my husband has done on the IP address that Greg, Lyn, Lee and Deb are either the same person, or several persons working together in close proximity. I did mention that my husband, along with being a network architect has also worked as a bounty hunter...didn't I? Oops...

Anyway...back to the results. The point of origin for all of these IP addresses leads us back to the southeastern portion of the United States....Atlanta, GA...Brewster area. That's as much information as I can get until offices start opening up on Monday.

Remember that case where the high school girl killed herself and it turned out to be the mother of one of her school rivals or something like that? Well, evidently, pretending to be somebody you aren't online for the sole purpose of harassment has become an issue of interest and internet providers are only too happy to cooperate these days.

I'd say things are about to get very interesting for our little friend... :)

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

"There's an investigation going on right now about private matters. I don't need any of you so called friends to discuss Maginel. Write about people you know and not about people you think you do. Maybe you'll be contacted to elaborate, but that is to be determined when time comes. Enough said and goodbye."

Just a thought, but we never said you did "NEED us to discuss Maginel"!!,

Why would there be any investigation going on about "private matters"


Why would we be needed to be "contacted to elaborate"???

You are madder than a box of frogs, truly. Start taking those little white pills again before the men in the white coats come to return you to the asylum!! No... Really!!

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

LOL B.T. Sybil is about right, but my idea is the Sybil from the 70's UK sitcom "Fawlty Towers" as much as the Sybil with the multiple personalities.

BTW, I supsect our Chinese friend "Lee Lyn Deb Greg", is already mad, barking in fact, so cannot avoid leaving this way :D :D :D

B.T. Evilpants from Hell, MI on November 08, 2009:

I think they had her nailed with Sybil!

B.T. Evilpants from Hell, MI on November 08, 2009:

Don't go away mad, Lee. Just go away.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Hey B.T. great to see you here, just in time to sort out our Chinese friend whose name is ever growing, now "Lynn, Lee, Greg, Debs". In a week's time it will be twenty names, I guess we might have to come up with one good and appropriate nickname for her between us:D I bet we can come up with a cracker LOL

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

LOL, sure Lee, sleep tight, your bottle awaits you :)

Oh, and PS. You haven't actually given us anything to make us think you know Maginel either, so what makes you so superior?

My trust is with Spryte, she doesn't talk bollox!

Lee on November 08, 2009:

There's an investigation going on right now about private matters. I don't need any of you so called friends to discuss Maginel. Write about people you know and not about people you think you do. Maybe you'll be contacted to elaborate, but that is to be determined when time comes. Enough said and goodbye.

B.T. Evilpants from Hell, MI on November 08, 2009:

Geez, why does all the fun happen when I'm away? No fair!

I'll definitely sleep well tonight, knowing that Deb is watching these comments for laws being violated.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

I now seriously suspect "Lynn Lee Greg Deb", are one and the same person, and they get drunk or drugged up at night before posting here. The comments they make are without logic, or sense, and they only ever seem to post them at night, and even then they show bad spelling etc indicating a possible level of intoxication I suspect.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Plus where are these "threats" ??? and how does "Lyn Lee Greg Deb" know that "Lee" is female!!! Possibly they all are female!!!! (as in the one person behind the multiple personalities)

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 08, 2009:

My thought exactly.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

This comment too doesn't add up, as only Spryte can see the IP addresses "Also, everyone's IP adresses have been marked"

Very suspicious now!!!

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Certainly is, can't wait for spryte to check the ip address, although they might have changed locations of course.

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 08, 2009:

Curiouser and curiouser.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

LOL Deb,

I kind of think you so need to get to know us and read this again if you think any threats are being made here. This is purely tongue in cheek stuff, and we do it all the time. Anyway, where are the threats?? I don't see any, and as for the Witness Protection that was a quip about "Margarine" NOT "Maginel".

The only weirdo here is Lyn Lee Greg, all the rest of us have been friends for the best part of two years :)

By the way, is it possible you too might be Lyn Lee Greg, as your post does seem a little odd if you have read all the replies carefully??

Deb on November 08, 2009:

Just came across this blog and couldn't believe what is being said. Why would Maginel be a target. Is she a child? Also, everyone's IP adresses have been marked since there seems to be more threats here and everyone needs to just chill. If Lee knows where Maginel is, than that's her right. Maybe she is Maginel. Either behave like adults or all of you need to get a life. Last I heard this was a free country. Christoph, no need for witness protection unless for those who have made threats here. I'll be checking this blog to make sure no one is braking any laws and that all threats are taken seriously.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Christoph, I sincerely hope by now you have enrolled Margarine into the "Witness Protection Program", given her a new alias, family etc, otherwise she is now an easy target!!

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Whoops Spryte, you caught me out, probably because I only use butter myself, so have long since forgotten how to spell MargArine :)

Hi Donny too, lovely clever Wife you have there, we adore her :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

...and you thought my husband didn't really exist, didn't you? Huh? Didja...didja? :)

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 08, 2009:

Hi Donny!

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

Okay...I realize you are British...but isn't it margArine for you guys too? Or maybe you get all technical and avoid the issue by calling it oleo?

Either way...I prefer butter. It's better.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

Christoph, I really don't think it was fair of you to divulge Margerine's wherabouts on a public website, Margerine could now be targetted by all sorts of weird Chinese people like "Lyn Lee Greg".

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

ROFLMAO, Did I tell you that on my cruise in February I cruised down the "Magellan Straits" but didn't see any Nuns there at all? (smiles innocently).

Donnie on November 08, 2009:

Too funny... "Lee" can't even spell Mag's name correctly but he sure is "In the know!". What an idiot. "A true friend would divulge her location" Huh?

I know where Spryte is and I'm not telling you she's right next to me!!!! oops.

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 08, 2009:

Chris: LOL! Your comment caught me off-guard as I'm trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes and drink coffee at the same time. Thank you so much for nearly causing the aspiration of said beverage... :P

*swats Misty*

Remember...I have your IP addresses, email addresses and I sorta know within a couple hundred miles where you both live...

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 08, 2009:

LOL, I would go so far as to say that is "Marginally" funny Christoph :) :) :)

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 08, 2009:

I don't know what it said. Maybe it said, "You big liar pants on fire! You don't know where Margarine is. Only I know, Ha ha. I just looked. Margarine is in my refrigerator! Ha,ha."

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 07, 2009:

Christoph - :( I would never do that...but my history shows no comment from you approved or otherwise. If it had been disapproved, it should stay there (shouldn't it?) since it shows the only one I ever did disapprove (not a mean comment but an email address that I didn't want others to see)is still there.

Hmm...unless I hit delete forever...but why would I do that. Unless it was something that you wanted me to remove. Beats the hell out of me. What did the post say?

Aggie - Arizona is nicer

Peter from Australia on November 07, 2009:

Hey who spilt beer on the carpet?

They tell me Florida is a nice place to visit at this time of the year?

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 07, 2009:

How odd. I saw in the history of my commenting that it did in fact comment on this story. Back in 08. But it is not here. I wonder why you deleted me?????? Even trolls you don't delete.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 07, 2009:

No worries Spryte, any time :)

spryte (author) from Arizona, USA on November 07, 2009:

Damn...I go off to do some beading and I miss the reemergence of the troll from beneath the bridge!! Thanks for handling him guys.

Rebecca Graf from Wisconsin on November 07, 2009:

Funny how the TROLL has not reappeared. A little intimidated maybe?

Cris A from Manila, Philippines on November 07, 2009:

Did somebody say party? Perhaps a reunion? :D

Peter from Australia on November 07, 2009:

Someone mention beer?

Noo well I just did and I brought my own!

And a new picture to boot. Now that should frighten anyone away. :-0

Okkk where did everyone go. Hey guys only joking about the picture. I reallly do have beer.

Guys ,,,, guys,,,,, now come onnn a jokes a jokes. This is not funny :-(

*hugs to all the girls* *G'day to all the fellas*

Jewels from Australia on November 06, 2009:

The cavalry reached me, not necessary though I see. All under control - carry on. Nice to see you all.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 06, 2009:

Well said Christoph :)

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 06, 2009:

That's right, Lee. Nobody cares. None of us wants to know where she is. Why would we? Besides, we all know you're full of it anyway. Just some wacko jacko thumping off in your momma's basement. Ha, ha! Won't girls go out with you? Of course not. Maybe you should be working on that. You know, get a date instead of self-abusing yourself looking at cartoons of Lara Croft, know what I mean? Ha, ha! Brand a big "L" on your forehead.

Susan Reid from Where Left is Right, CA on November 06, 2009:

Lee.You are not going to get anywhere with these random attacks. If you do know something then bully for you.

If you choose to share what you supposedly know, put it in a hub. There's nothing to be gained by coming back here.

Go away and stay away.

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 06, 2009:

Afterthought, I can't imagine for one moment a Nun, Maginel or not, having anything to do with a person like you, simply based on your posts. I guess you have actually proven you are a true liar AND a pratt in your comments LOL, what a joke, get a life!

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 06, 2009:

"This is a commuter computer and there's no Greg here", yeah,sure, that's really likely, as what are the odds of two separate people using a random computer and visiting, and commenting on the same hub. Well we shall see won't we, if Christoph traces the ip address!!!

Are you drunk, on drugs or what???

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 06, 2009:

Truly pathetic Lee, or whatever your name is. If you are so sure you DO know where she is, and Spryte doesn't, then why don't YOU post it here, instead of expecting Spryte to? You are little more than a pathetic joke of a person, who clearly has no friends or they wouldn't be wasting their time TROLLING against decent people!

Oh, and actually her name is "Maginel", not "Marginel", but hey, you should know that as you seem to think you know so much else LOL

Lee on November 06, 2009:

Marginel has no comments. And anyone who thinks they know her, or knew her are clueless and by all means write your stories as they are funny. I guarantee you that she'll never speak to any of you. This is a commuter computer and there's no Greg here, sorry. I know where she is and none of you do, hahahhh...

Cindy Lawson from Guernsey (Channel Islands) on November 06, 2009:

It took me 19 months for the first payout, and only 6 months for the second. Looking at my adsense account I reckon it will be under 3 months for the third. Proves it is worth keeping writing, (plus I so enjoy reading both yours and Sprytes hubs ) :)

I am also using clickbank affiliate links now at the bottom of my hubs, and so far am up to about $72, with a payment threshold of $100. This has taken about 2 months, so worth looking into Christoph. :)

Christoph Reilly from St. Louis on November 06, 2009:

I just had my first, but with only 51 hubs, what did I expect? I'm still stingily hording some of it--what's left anyway, but it keeps toddling away, 5 bucks at a time.

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