Alice Donenfeld, entertainment attorney, TV producer, international TV distributor, former VP Marvel Comics & Executive VP of Filmation Studios. Now retired, three published novels on Amazon, and runs Baja Wordsmiths creative writing group.
Big mistake. Today I decided to go through my notebooks. Sounds innocuous, but as a writer, they are more than plentiful. I always loved to write, but business took me all over the world, conventions to license broadcast and licensing rights to Marvel Superheroes, Filmation Masters of the Universe and later, documentaries and outdoor programming.
When I was a wee girl, I was the last in a blended family of six kids, the youngest by twelve years. I was born in 1938, a time of infamy. Hitler was rattling sabers in Europe, about to invade Poland, and everyone who paid attention knew the world was in for a major bloodbath.
Horton Forbes Tompkins
Horton Forbes Tompkins - Grandpa When I was a little kid in the early years of the 1940s, my favorite thing in the entire world was trailing along after my Grandpa like a puppy. Much to the chagrin of my mother and grandmother, all I wanted was go with him on his mysterious trips into the verdant and dense forests that since gave way to the I-95, spanning the East Coast from Florida to Boston.
Mamaroneck is a small town just twenty-two miles and one hundred years outside of New York City. In those far away days when I was born, it was just one step away from sleepy country. Mom pushed me out into the world just in time for the strange year at the beginning of World War II. I arrived with Superman as the Germans annexed Austria, anti-Jewish riots were in Poland and Howard Hughes had flown around the world in 91 hours. It was a time of great endeavor and pitiless infamy. The world was confused as to whether it would move towards a finer civilization based on science, humanity, empathy, and achievement or revert to the basest and most vicious manifestations of man’s nature. Much like it is today.
The Drunken Silver Poodle
The Drunken Poodle When I was a kid, I always wanted to have a dog. My family was not understanding. In those long ago days, dogs were dispensable. We had several dogs over the years but none lasted very long. The family didn’t figure out that you had to train a dog not to do their business in the house, and other social skills to make them compatible members of the family. A cocker spaniel disappeared suddenly, then two dachshunds, George and Gracie, were gone one morning when I went looking for them. Now, I shudder to think how my mother disposed of them, probably at one of those old fashioned kill shelters.
Eating Around The World
For almost thirty years I was a globe trotter. My job was licensing cartoons and documentaries for broadcast on global government and private stations in close to one hundred countries and overseeing product licensing of the comic characters in the USA and countries where the programs were broadcast. I was the first American woman to have this position and was Vice President of Marvel Comics and later Executive Vice President of Filmation Studios. A few of the characters I represented are still famous today, such as Spiderman, Captain America, Hulk, Ironman, The Fantastic Four, Silver Surfer, He-Man, She-Ra, and Fat Albert..
The Barn In Orient Point
My kids and I lived in an old farmhouse at the tip of the North Fork of Long Island in Orient Point through most of the late 1960s and 70s. The farmhouse had been part of a large working farm, the land later sold off to a developer who never developed it. I ended up with about two acres consisting of the main house, a large old barn behind which the locals informed me were the old slave quarters. Yes, farmers on Long Island had once owned slaves to work their bountiful farms. The slave quarters had nothing left but three wooden shacks, no visible amenities or even remnants of a fireplace to warm a human being in the fierce freezing winds of winter blowing off Long Island Sound and Peconic Bay. I couldn’t imagine the suffering of those days.
Ever since the heat wave followed the final melting of the ice caps in 3462, the weather had never been the same. Temporal and meteorological oddities had sprung up all over the planet and life drastically changed from the reports found in the archives. Some things remained the same, and the need for companionship was one of few constants.