You always want to be Samantha!
My childhood neighbor and friend Rosalie and I would often
get together after school and play. My idea for playtime involved acting out
scenes from the television show Bewitched. I chose myself for the role of
Samantha. Samantha Stephens is a blonde, sexy wife and mother, with her
cauldron hooked to the rotisserie. She can twitch her nose and get anything she
wants, but she abstains to make her husband think he wears the pants in the
family. Serena, Samantha’s cousin, dark haired, is a free spirited, hippy,
single witch on the prowl for anything that suits her fancy. Serena purrs when
she wants and an occasion howls too.
Rose never wanted to be Serena, she always wanted to be
Samantha. She was forever going home and crying to her mom Rachel whenever I
suggested it was Bewitched Playtime.
(Though, I honestly didn’t know I was upsetting Rose).
“Why does Gina always get to be Samantha?” Was a typical
tome said by Rose to her mom. She didn’t really tell me though, so it was only
when we were filming for a reality show called Bewitched Fanatical that the situation came full circle, or so I
thought.
In 2005, I was living in my “dream house” with my version of
Darrin and Tabitha and Adam Stephens, when I got the call from a television
producer that I had been recommended by Mark Simpson, The Bewitched Collector, to be the co- guest on a reality show about fans of the
television show Bewitched.
I invited Rose and her mom Rachel to be a part of the
filming of “a day in the life of a Bewitched fan”. So, in August of 2005, TV
Tropolis, a Canadian Television
Production Company, sent a crew over to my home.
Rose, as usual was a
good sport about the whole day. She graciously did not mention my monopolizing the
role of Samantha, however, in between takes, Rachel imitated Rosalie when she
was little.
“Mommy…. Why does
Gina always get to be Samantha?”
Fast forward to 2013… A friend came over for a
publishing/brainstorming meeting.
She looked at a large painting I have of Mary and Elizabeth.
She pointed to Mary and she said, “I’ll be Mary and you can be Elizabeth .”
“Ok”, I said. (Smiling).
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