Archive for the ‘Flynn-related’ Category

Mail Bag! Kevin McAleer reads out of ERROL FLYNN – AN EPIC LIFE – PalmArtPress, Berlin

29 Dec

Thanks, Kevin …

— David DeWitt


A Flynn Film Quiz

23 Dec

To which film of Errol’s is the below image relevant and why?

— Gentleman Tim


From the Aussie to the Kiwis, Barbi and Beyond — November 20, 2020

20 Nov

Errol’s Hideaway in Chico

Speaking of Chico …

— Gentleman Tim


Gentleman Jim Hotel Room ….

13 Nov

Click the image to read …

— David DeWitt


Beatrice Hudson Ammidown

13 Nov

While researching Errol like I do every day, I found a small snippet from a newspaper of September 1940 in which Errol is linked to Beatrice Ammidown, pocket venus. I started to further research her. She was a society model born in 1915 from New York. She married Henry P Ammidown in 1934. They had a daughter in 1938. In 1939 she started a relationship with Errol. She finalized the divorce in 1940. They were “out” in January 1940 and the press thought she was going to be soon his wife. By September 1940 still together after a break. Nothing after that. She married a rich Greek shipping mogul in 1942.

— Selene Hutchison-Zuffi


The Impact of World War I on Australia

11 Nov

Remembrance Day, 2020

First and Foremost, Thank You and Great Praise to the Amazingly Valorous Veterans and Active Military of Austtralia, Who have Repeatedly and Very Bravely Risked Their Lives and Sacrificed So Much to Help to Save the World from Evil and Oppression Around the Globe….

How Might World War I have Impacted Errol’s Opinions of War?


~ “World War 1 had a profound impact on Australian society. Anzac Day, commemorating the landing of Australian and New Zealand troops on the Gallipoli Peninsula on 25 April 1915, is Australia’s most important commemorative day. The Anzac legend, representing the Australian fighting man as a resourceful, resilient, even cheerful warrior, has become part of Australia’s folklore. It has been an accepted part of the culture for generations of Australians. More recently it has been questioned increasingly. That same Anzac landing really heralded Australia’s entry into the First World War, a war that took nearly 60,000 Australian lives. The tremendous cost of the War (Australia’s casualty rate, in proportion to the number of troops engaged, was higher than for any other country in the British Empire) left an indelible scar on the nation.”


Dawn Patrol 1938, with Australian-American Errol Flynn…

Errol regarding the sometimes destructive nature of man…

Gallipoli 1981, with American-Australian Mel Gibson…

The Water Diviner 2014, with that other Australian Robin Hood

— Gentleman Tim


Remember, Remember – The Fifth of November

04 Nov

The Fifth of November, 2020

A Timely Interruption

“The film V for Vendetta is a wonderful mix of Phantom of the Opera, Errol Flynn, and the Count of Monte Cristo, combined with modern day reaction to government overreach.”

“V is a beautiful spectacle of a film, with heavy doses of Shakespeare and Errol Flynn…”

“V is an anti-hero character … with an endearing Errol Flynn like persona.”

“V is dashing and sympathetic, like an anarchist Errol Flynn.”

“The film does a phenomenal job of insinuating flippant Errol Flynn…”

Can You Hear It?

Errol-like Repartee and Fight Scene

— Gentleman Tim


Remembering Errol …

14 Oct

Today is Wednesday, October 14, the day Errol Flynn left the world … We remember and love our dear ol’ Errol …

June 20, 1909 – October 14, 1959


The original first posting I wrote on this blog: Published February 4, 2007

Who was Errol Flynn?

He it was who fought the evil-doers up there on the big screen when I was a kid growing up along the banks of the Snohomish River circa 1959. I was ten years old when the great swashbuckler died, and clearly remember the day he died because I distinctly recall saying aloud… Oh, I liked him! when I saw his picture in my father’s newspaper and read that he had died in Vancouver, B.C. the day before. Vancouver was in British Columbia, Canada–less than two hours drive north from where we lived in a little logging community that surrounded a tiny lumber mill resting on the edge of the Snohomish River, near Everett, Washington. Not far to the south was the big city of Seattle–farther south, somewhere, was Hollywood where Flynn lived, I thought then…

All Movie Stars lived in Hollywood, I thought.

Where else would they live?



As a ten year old kid, my friends and I would play Robin Hood in the marsh between our houses. This area was about an acre of tall grass with a layer of mud and water under it. In the center of it was a tall tree with willowy branches. Nearby this tree was a cement block that was part of the foundation of a house or building long vanished from sight.

This cement block was a perfect place to swing on a rope from the tree, and land Flynn-like on the cement block, saying loudly “…Welcome to Sherwood, Milady!” as the other kids stood watching.

We created bows and arrows from tree branches (long bows) and shot at cardboard targets in a Tournament–and went about robbing the rich to give to the poor…

There were terrific battles between the Normans and the Saxons–in cardboard armor. We had long stick swords with handles that consisted of a short block of wood nailed across the end of the stick where are hands took up these sharply pointed “swords”. It is amazing that nobody lost an eye or was impaled when we whacked each other’s cardboard armor to pieces but we all survived major injury.

It was disconcerting, however, to see the pointed end of a stick come tearing through your head armor (a small cardboard box with eye slits cut in it) and see the sharp tip whiz past your face… We were the Merry Men of Sherwood until dark and our Mothers called out our names to come home for dinner.

The day I read of Errol Flynn’s death in my Dad’s evening newspaper was a sad one for me and for the Men of Sherwood. But soon, I forgot all about him–and moved on to other childhood adventures. We built a two-by-four wide bridge across the swamp from the cement block to the edge of the sawdust pile–a distance of about a half block, for example. It was rickety, held up by posts driven into the soft swamp ground. We scavenged everything we needed from the sawmill nearby. It had tons of discarded stuff to use for our scientific and engineering feats.

The days moved by quickly during those hot summer days of 1959–we climbed the Willow tree, and jumped off–catching branches to break our fall into the swamp’s knee high muck. We sent expeditions into the surrounding swamp of green scrub, sticker bushes, and  thick-limbed trees to bring back scientific samples of flora and fauna. This was Stink Weed and Dandelions, and all manner of growing weeds. We boiled this up in Terry Sullivan’s mother’s pressure cooker in their kitchen and went out to play on the rooftop of the Sullivan’s garage. When we heard the explosion, it was nearly dark and Terry’s parents weren’t home, yet…

The mess was all over the kitchen walls, and their kitchen stank for a week. We got a real hiding for that one!

Other days were spent riding our bicycles round the two roads that came down into the Mill area–my brother never could stop that heavy framed bike with its oversized tires, so he just crashed into the grass or alongside Dad’s car–or time was spent making tree houses. We had crewcuts in summer, collected bubble gum cards and seven up bottlecaps (to go to the movies when you turned them in) and wore blue jeans all the time with a t-shirt. You could put a playing card held with a wooden clothesline clip onto the wheel of your bike to make it sound like a motorcycle as the card fanned against the spokes!

TV was a little black-and-white set with an arial on the roof of the house. There may have been seven channels including the Canadian channels. Sundays, it seems to me, there were sci-fi movies like the BLOB with Steve McQueen in a starring role. And there were Errol Flynn movies like Robin Hood, The Charge of the Light Brigade, and Dodge City. Red Skeleton was on, and Milton Berle…

I remember seeing Errol on The Red Skeleton Show. He played a bum and held up the remains of his yacht–a porthole!

Errol had a huge effect on young boys of my generation. He was the swashbuckling hero we all wanted to be! He sailed the Seas, he found Adventure and Treasure, and love–that part we could do without. He was always kissing GIRLS!

But he sure could swordfight! He could shoot arrow-after-arrow like you’d pull the trigger on a gun! And every one found its mark!



As the years passed I forgot about Errol Flynn.

I was in my twenties before he became interesting to me again. I had been reading some biographies of various people–adventurous people like Jack London, Frank Buck, Robb White, and Martin & Osa Johnson. Hemingway fascinated me. It was while reading about Hemingway that Errol’s name came up. Errol Flynn! There was a reference to something Flynn said in a book called “My Wicked, Wicked Ways”. I wonder if I could find that book anywhere, I thought.

It turned out that it was still very much in print and there was a paperback copy of it at my local bookstore. Then began some of best reading I have ever come across in an autobiography. This story had it all… intrigue, mystery, adventure, laughs, tears… and it was all true!

Wasn’t it?



Well… What wasn’t true made a hellova story, and what was true was not always just a colorful story. You might read “My Wicked, Wicked Ways” as  a terrific novel–or a tall tale, yet, here is a legendary character that captures the spirit of adventure in the hearts of all young people who share the feelings of a young man who takes on more than he can chew at times but has his fill nonetheless of what life has to offer… he drank his fill both literally and figuratively of everything most others only dreamed of or read about in glossy magazines. He was kind, cruel–generous, mean, unpredictable, tormented, creative, foolish, brave, gullible, and had a genius for living larger than life. He was intelligent, self-educated–a businesman, an internationally recognised actor, a writer, an explorer, a raconteur, a drunk, an addict. His life was a Shakespearean drama…

He was a lot of things to many people and he was less to himself than should have been. He was and is the quintessential bad boy–but he wasn’t nearly as wicked as he was thought to be by those who didn’t understand him, or those who envied him. He was dangerous. He was cultured, he was a joker, he was… curious.

He was a scientist, of sorts… that is, he knew the real world and wanted to understand it. To experience it. All of it.

And for nearly fifty years, he did.


— David DeWitt


Charities, donations

10 Oct

I have been digging into old magazines and newspapers. I need someone that probably dud the same or saw letters etc. to answer my question.

I read that Errol donated more than half the Christmas party for Nazarene home for boys and that he left Mulholland to them every summer.

Also, that he chartered the Sirocco to Red Cross and that he gave income from it to refugees children.

Anyone with more info??

I also realized that he was very generous but he didnt want it known. He did a lot of charity in Jamaica as well.


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— Selene Hutchison-Zuffi


Was it Flynn, Barrymore, Or _______?

02 Oct

October 3, 1982

New York Times


“The Alan Swann character ”started out with Errol Flynn in my mind as casting began, but then Barrymore crept in,” said Mr. Benjamin. ”And I thought it had become Barrymore. Then I thought I’d want a mixture. What came out was _____ _______”

I say Flynn. Who say you?

— Gentleman Tim