Natasha Richardson is the absolutely stunning London-bred actress (May 11 ,1963 – March 18, 2009) who died from the injuries she sustained while learning how to ski. Unfortunately,she had no helmet on.Many believe that the injuries would not have been life-threatening if she just would have took that precaution.And after she was injured,Ms. Richardson didn’t immediately seek medical attention.It’s very tragic.Especially since it looks like it was a preventable tragedy!
What I take away from Ms. Richardson’s unnecessary death is that you should use precaution whenever it is possible.Wear helmets if need be.And please get medical help whether you think you need it or not.I am just so saddened by this news! My prayers are with her family at this time.
Here in America,we had a chance to have a member of a great acting dynasty grace our Broadway stages! What a splendid talent she was! Here’s more on this wonderful thespian from Times Online:
“More than once Natasha Richardson said that she moved to America to escape the “baggage of family” that had always dogged her in her home country. Nearly two decades have passed since she left for New York, but the public fascination with her relatives shows no sign of cooling: the Redgraves are the most extraordinary stage and screen dynasty that there has ever been.
The lineage stretches back at least five generations, through her mother, Vanessa, one of very few actors to win an Oscar, a Golden Globe, an Emmy, a Tony and an Olivier, via her grandfather, Sir Michael, to his father, Roy, who became a star of silent films in Australia and died in poverty, to her great-great-great-grandfather Cornelius Redgrave, a ticket salesman and racketeer in the theatre district around Drury Lane.”(End of Excerpt) Read the rest here.
Here’s more on Natasha Richardson’s sweet disposition from Newsweek:
Natasha Richardson may be the nicest actor I ever interviewed. I met her in 1998, just as she was about to open on Broadway in “Cabaret.” She had sung on stage only once before, and she was all too aware that Liza Minnelli owned Sally Bowles just as sure as Liza’s mommy owned “Over the Rainbow.” “If I stop to think about people comparing me to Liza, I get in a terrible state,” she said at the time. “One day in rehearsals someone said, ‘She’s got to be a little more something.’ I became completely frazzled.” I wasn’t sure which was more surprising: that she was nervous, or that she was willing to admit that she was.
We hung out in the back of the chilly theater for a while, then when we got too cold we went up to her closet-sized dressing room, where we plopped on cushy seats and chatted like old friends. “Tasha,” she told me to call her as she made a cup of tea. Of course, that’s what celebrities try to do—ingratiate themselves with a reporter to get a nice story. But Richardson seemed incapable of being fake. She was charming, disarming and almost fragile, smoking cigarettes and sharing stories of her boys, her life and how uncomfortable she got when celebrities visited her in her dressing room after the show.
When she opened in “Cabaret,” she melted New York’s collective hard heart.”(End of Excerpt) Read the rest here.
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