I was watching a G.P. movie on TV when my then five-year-old son planted himself in front of the set and, blocking my view said scathingly, ‘You mustn’t watch Gregory, you’ve got Daddy to look at’. Not wanting to start a fight with a little boy over my romantic attachments, I shouted to my husband in the other room, ‘Hey, Dad, may I watch Gregory Peck on TV? Your son wants to know.’ ‘Permission granted.’ he shouted back, ‘for a lifetime.’ Sure enough, I have remained a fan all my life and when I want to recall nice things from the past, I often cherish moments of his fine, elegant acting.
By Judit Simanovszky