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A Love Letter to Herself
“Well, some things a man doesn’t get over so easy … Like the sight of a girl coming through the fields with the sun on her hair … kneeling in church with a face like a saint…” — John Wayne to Maureen O’Hara in The Quiet Man
I had seen her dozens of times before, but always in black and white. She flickered across my TV screen as the hauntingly beautiful Esmeralda in The Hunchback of Notre Dame and as the exasperated Mrs. Walker in the original Miracle on 34th Street. But at age 12, my folks bought their first color television and I saw Maureen FitzSimons, aka, Maureen O’Hara, in The Quiet Man.
Like John Wayne’s character, Sean Thornton, my first sight of her in glorious Technicolor was as she moved sheep across an Irish meadow with the sunlight shining on that marvelous head of red hair. By the time the movie was over, I was thoroughly convinced that if that is what women were all about, I wanted to be involved.
On the screen she was more radiant than that sunshine. She was everything that the playwright Philip Barry said in describing his character Tracy Lord in The Philadelphia Story: There was a magnificence that came out of her eyes, in her voice, in the way she stood there, in the way she walked. She was lit from within with fires banked down in her, hearth-fires and holocausts.
Now, one should ever confuse the actor and the role, but there was a lot of Mary Kate Danaher in Maureen O’Hara and vice versa. When explaining the chemistry she had with Wayne she simply said, “I was tough. I was tall. I was strong. I didn’t take any nonsense from anybody. He was tough, he was tall, he was strong and he didn’t take any nonsense from anybody. As a man and a human being, I adored him.”
The US Government got a piece of that no nonsense woman. When applying for U.S. citizenship in 1946, the government clerk had crossed off the word “Irish” and replaced it with the word “English” everywhere it appeared. Up until that moment it was State Department policy to designate Irish citizens as “English.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” she told the clerk, “but I can’t forswear an allegiance I don’t have. I have no allegiance to England at all – I’m Irish.”
Tell it to the judge, she was told. And she did. Refusing to comply she yelled at the immigration judge on the way out, “Your Honor, do you realize what you are trying to do my children and grandchildren? You’re trying to take away their right to boast about their wonderful Irish mother and grandmother!”
The judge threw up his hands, ordered the clerk to comply with O’Hara’s wishes and then ordered her removed from the court.
She had come to America at age 17, brought here by the great Charles Laughton after her training at Dublin’s famed Abbey Theatre. She was to be the Esmeralda to his Hunchback. He had given her a contract with his production company, Mayflower Pictures, but when the war broke out and he was unable to film in London any longer, Laughton was forced to sell her contract to RKO. She languished there until she met director John Ford, who rescued her by casting her as Angharad in How Green Was My Valley.
It was Ford that paired her with Wayne, for the first of five times, in what would be the last of Ford’s cavalry trilogy, Rio Grande (1950). Executives at Republic Pictures had doubts about The Quiet Man and wanted a western from the trio first. That, the studio reasoned, would help defray the cost of Man‘s location shooting in Ireland. Little did they know that Man would not only be a box office success, it would be the only picture the studio would ever produce to be nominated as Best Picture.
Set in the 1920’s, The Quiet Man is a romance that is defined by the age when women definitely subjected themselves to men, be it their fathers, their older brothers or their husbands. But O’Hara played Mary Kate Danaher with defiance. Yes, she would abide society’s rules, but she would do so only on her own terms.
At one point, Michaeleen Oge Flynn, the matchmaker played by Barry Fitzgerald, turns to Sean (Wayne) and says, “..and her with her freckles and her temper. Oh, that red head of hers is no lie.”
When her older brother, Red Will (Victor McLaglen), refuses to turn over her dowry, she refuses the wedding bed, believing that she’s not really married without it. It results in Mary Kate leaving Sean. Thornton grabs her off the train and literally drags her back to her brother.
Sean: You can take your sister back. It’s your custom, not mine. No fortune, no marriage. We call it quits.
Mary Kate: You’d do this to me, your own wife?
Sean: It’s done.
Red Will: There’s your dirty money. (Throwing it on the ground) Take it. Count it, you spawn, and look. If ever I see that face of yours again, (showing his fist) I’ll push that through it.
Sean picks up the money and Mary Kate opens the door of a boiler so he can throw it into the fire, she then turns from Sean and gives the assembled crowd the most perfect look of satisfaction. “I’ll be goin’ on home now. I’ll have the supper ready for you.”
She’s won. Her husband and her brother are about to engage in a legendary donnybrook but now she has their respect. All of them. Just like Maureen O’Hara in immigration court, she gets what she wants and she gets it on her own terms.
At the end of the picture, Ford wanted a particular look from Wayne before he had the couple retreat back into the cottage. He wanted Maureen to whisper something into Duke’s ear and when told what to say she balked.
“No. I can’t. I can’t say that to Duke.” Ford insisted, “I’m telling you, you are to say it!”
She relented, but again, only on her terms. Whatever it was she said, all three would have to agree to take it to the grave. And so they did, but one of cinema’s perfect moments was born.
She wasn’t always so lucky off-screen. Her first marriage came too soon at age 19 and ended in annulment, the second one was abusive (her second husband, director William Houston Price conspired with a doctor to murder her), and a relationship with Mexican millionaire Enrique Parra was sabotaged by his family. The best years for her was her marriage to aviator Charles F. Blair, Jr. A retired Air Force General and former Chief Pilot for Pan Am, Blair provided for her in real life the kind of partner Duke had given her on the screen.
Blair founded Antilles Air Boats, an airline that flew routes between New York and the Caribbean. On September 2, 1978 Blair was piloting a Grumman Goose between St. Croix and St. Thomas when the engine exploded, plunging the craft into the sea, killing him and three of his passengers. She fought the NTSB tooth-and-nail when the initial finding came back as “pilot error.”
O’Hara assumed control of Air Boats, becoming the first woman in the US to head an airline with regularly scheduled passenger service, and ran it until she could sell it off with the blessings of the shareholders.
Having outlived Ford, the Duke and most of her contemporaries, O’Hara retired from show business. Almost twenty years after she made her last picture with Wayne she would find renewed success with a new screen partner named John — the big, burly comedian, John Candy. In 1990, Chris Columbus sent her the script for Only the Lonely, a part he wrote for her while imagining Mary Kate Danaher as widowed and living with her son in Chicago. It would only take a 10-minute meeting with Candy to get her to say “yes.”
Like every other man that worked with her, Candy was charmed by the legendary redhead. When he saw the appalling accommodations she was given on the set, Candy went to the producers to demand better. He was told the money was being spent for the movie, not trailers for aging movie stars. So John gave Maureen his trailer and slept on a cot in cramped quarters for three days until she was given the treatment he thought she deserved.
In Candy, she saw echoes of her mentor, Charles Laughton. Every morning she greeted him, “Who came to work today, John? John Candy, the funnyman, or John Candy, the actor?” John would look down sheepishly and then raise his head and proudly say, “The actor.”
The experience was so pleasant for both that they decided to make a second picture together, even having found a suitable story about a man who hires a grandmother for his children. But it was not to be.
When he was to leave for Mexico to film Wagons East, he called Maureen and told her that he didn’t want to go. He had a bad feeling about the picture and a bad feeling about the trip. Three weeks later, Candy was dead of a heart attack.
Now, Mary Kate Danaher is gone, too. Surely, an angel will see her and wonder who the new girl is, the one with the ginger hair, the elegant voice and the one that seems lit from within.
Aghast, Saint Peter asks, “Don’t you know?”
‘Tis Herself.
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Excellent, EJ.
My first with Her was McClintock! Fell in love at first sight.
An amazing onscreen presence, that Lady.
I love Mrs. Pittsburgh Kid.
Brilliant tribute and a wonderful anecdote about her friendship with John Candy. In her later years O’Hara appeared in television interviews and still looked quite stunning for a woman in her mid-to-late 80’s. She was a spitfire and a great actress. Her performances in How Green Was My Valley and The Quiet Man are for the ages. Thanks.
Thank you EJHill.
The actor who plays her brother in Quiet Man is not my grandfather, but could have been his twin in looks and character.
I’ve always felt a kinship with her. May she rest in peace.
Beautiful EJ. Thank you.
I hadn’t heard she had died. I just scrolled through the headline thingy on Yahoo where I found their report of it. Their lead story was about a study on guns. Sigh..
I just saw her recently in The Rare Breed, with Jimmy Stewart, which is quite a good film, a different type of western, with some John Ford-ish touches (directed by Andrew McLaglen).
I’ve never seen Only the Lonely, but it is the only movie of hers currently streaming on Netflix, so I think I’ll check it out.
I was going to say when you got your color t.v. you learned Miracle was in color, but I notice there was a black and white version for t.v.
Beautiful, EJ, just beautiful. Someone wake up the Eds, and get this on the Main Feed.
Thanks for the memories, EJ! She was beautiful, and a wonderful actor!
We’ll watch Miracle on 34th Street this year, because we do every year. O’Hara was a beauty in every sense of the word. Sweet to see she passed with family listening to music from The Quiet Man.
Thank you EJ. You would have a hard time convincing me there was a more beautiful actress in her day.
Her performances in The Quiet Man and How Green Was My Valley defined her for most but I also remember her as the knockout who knocked out Brian Keith in The Parent Trap.
Michaeleen Oge Flynn is one of my favorite characters of all time.
Seconded!
Good to see you back Pilgrim.
Thanks for a beautiful tribute EJ. She was one of the truly greats and one of my all time favorites.
When I first moved to New York, my mother asked an Irish priest she knew here to please look out for me.
I had regular Friday dinners at his rectory (a building that once belonged to Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks), and until he was transferred, I attended his annual St. Patrick’s Day dinner: Corned beef & cabbage, soda bread, some terrible Irish jokes during dessert, and then we’d all go up to the “ballroom” and watch The Quiet Man.
I never tired of it.
Years later, I was cast as “Kate Danaher” in a staged reading of Donnybrook, a musical version of The Quiet Man. It’s got some achingly beautiful numbers in it, along with some high hilarity provided by the trio that carts Kate’s possessions off to her new home in the dead of night, as they get progressively drunker on every verse. It was just a 2-night concert piece but it remains one of my favorite roles.
What a lovely tribute you wrote to the lovely lady who inspired me. Thanks so much.
It’s just a wee stretch of the legs.
Even though I had watched John Wayne in Stagecoach, my original impression of him was mostly formed by The Quiet Man. What a couple Maureen O’Hara and John Wayne, each was the perfect complement of the other. Their later iconic films never seemed to capture their relationship with the same magnitude of insight.
“No petty fingers, if you please.”
The line wouldn’t have been half as funny spoken to any other pair.
The proprieties! At all times the proprieties!
Lovely tribute, E.J.! Before our recent trip to Ireland I tried to watch The Quiet Man, but just couldn’t get through it. I think I would have liked it back in the day though. Ireland really is as beautiful as it looks in the film. Our city tour guide in Galway told us that as a child he was in the picture, and described the scene. I’m not sure if that was just blarney or if it was really true, but it added to his charm. And he did have Irish charm. My favorite part of the tour was when he sang Galway Bay to my 85-year-old mother. Very sweet.
I’ve done many a football game from the blue turf of Boise State University. Little did I know she was close by, living her final years with her grandson in Idaho.
If I had run into her I probably would have been too shy to say “hello.” I have met governors, senators, even the Vice President of the United States, but that woman would have intimidated me.
There were three actresses with whom I fell in love during my childhood years. They were:
And in addition to all the comments lauding her here, she was a great friend of P.G. Wodehouse and his wife. Can’t say better than that.
This was delightful–thank you so much for posting it! As a fellow redhead, I’ve always adored O’Hara. :)
Wonderful essay EJ. Maureen O’Hara was a Gaelic speaker as was John Ford. John Ford was irascible and Maureen O’Hara was one of the very few that could calm him down and charm him.
The movie Only the Lonely was very well done. Just a side note on that movie Chicago police officers do recover bodies in certain circumstances rather than the medical examiner. When I was in the police academy one of my instructors was a former Chicago police officer. He and his partner were on the body detail for a time. They had just delivered a body to a funeral home and were discussing the incident at a coffee shop. The director of a rival funeral home overheard them and offered them $200 to get the body and take it to his funeral home. His partner who was senior to him accepted the offer. My instructor told him he could keep all the money. His partner told him you’ve got to learn how to play ball. He resigned from the Chicago PD and became a Portland police officer.
When I watched Only the Lonely his story brought a smile.
Such a beautiful remembrance. Thanks for this.
Mary Kate Danaher: Could you use a little water in your whiskey?
Michaleen Flynn: When I drink whiskey, I drink whiskey; and when I drink water, I drink water.
Thanks, EJ. Excellent post. I’ll miss this one. She was special.
EJ, I shared your post with my family. Dad just emailed me back with a copy of the letter he sent to Maureen O’Hara, several years ago, attached.
He thanked Maureen for all the great work of hers he’d enjoyed so much over the years, then related that after watching The Parent Trap with my youngest niece, she turned to him and said, “I liked that pretty lady the best. I liked her in that other show, too!” (He figured out this referred to Miracle on 34th Street.)
I love it that Dad still considers it his mission to make sure the next generation gets to know the greatest. :)
kel, as I said in your post, my favorite show of hers is “The Parent Trap” — and I love to show it to kids whenever they are old enough. They are always intrigued right from the start and moved as it progresses. I have watched it so many times with kids that I know it pretty well. I like to watch the kids during certain scenes.
What hooks them is the camp scenes at the beginning — very fun. But, when Susan is with her mother the first time and tells her mother who she really is, Maureen O’Hara’s face and acting ability really shine in her ability to show the range of emotions that would hit anyone who looks into the eyes of a daughter that she hasn’t seen in more than a decade. Her acting always seemed effortless. What a woman in full!
Some of my favorite movies are Miracle on 42nd Street (it is not Christmas if I don’t watch it) and McLintock!. The world is a little duller place today with out her but at least we will always have her on film.