She appeared in the role from until After Little House , Anderson continued to act, but didn't replicate her earlier success. She relocated to Canada with her family in She was the younger of two daughters older sister Maureen was 12 years her senior. When Anderson was 7, the family relocated to Southern California.
I was sorry to hear of Michael Landon's passing. Pancreatic cancer is one of the least survivable forms of the disease. He was a favorite actor of mine, and was also one of my male idols for his attention to health and fitness in his later life The western genre dominated '50s and '60s TV and no show offered more pant bulges than Bonanza. The pants were not made of any appropriate natural material from that time like cotton or linen, but no one seemed to mind, then or now, when they were so revealing! By the mid s Michael had been working out and weighed around pounds. There was a gym on the NBC lot where he worked out during the lunch hour.
Regarding Fred Dryer's jeans that were "worn" on the right side of his crotch, I remember that people sometimes used sandpaper to "brighten up" that area. Just saying. How can you leave out Jan Michael Vincent on "Airwolf"? Michael, my love I'll have to try to check it out sometime. Thanks, guys! A very timely post! Presumably everything had to be strapped down back then just like shaving their chests and covering their navels - gals like Joan Collins, Anita Ekberg etc always had to have a jewel in their belly button , but even a jockstrap would show a bulge. Makes one realise how fortunate we were in the 70s when tight jeans were de rigeur so one got lots of views of bulges and posteriors - now there is no line as they wear their jeans falling down and as baggy as possible; well, fashion always goes in cycles
Get ready for another one. With the indie film Burning Palms , Christopher Landon, the son of actor Michael Landon and the screenwriter behind Disturbia , turns director to tell five dark and kinky stories dedicated to spreading the rumor that Los Angeles is a breeding ground for tortured, hothouse neurotics who live in a wasteland of toxic neighborhoods connected by freeways. Promising to leave no taboo unexplored, it is a disturbing experience that makes you want to kill yourself, which several characters do. No one in the Los Angeles depicted here is safe from destruction. Even the palm trees are dead—rat-infested relics from some deserted island that could go up in flames with the flick of a strike-anywhere match. Hence the title. Unfolding like short stories in a subversive comic book, the five vignettes explore the grim underbelly of life in an affluent, sun-drenched spot on the map populated by people hiding behind the mask of normality who are marked for demolition by the very nature of their geographical fate. Vulnerable and distraught, Dedra finally crawls naked into a tub of hot water, reaches for a knife and kills herself. After reluctantly giving in to his request, Ginny turns into Lady Macbeth, washing her fingers raw and loading up on sprays, soaps and perfumed candles, but nothing erases the odor. I had so much fun and was thrilled to go out on a high, fun note.