I’m Jarvis’ son, Bernard, and I can honestly say I never imagined my father’s legacy would seem to fade away so quickly. Fifty years ago he was in his prime, had many friends, many more who knew him by association or by reputation.
He’s fairly well forgotten now, the vagaries of existence. But the internet allows me to illuminate his life with his images and thoughts once again—he left a lot of papers and pictures behind, as well as an indelible impression on me.
This blog also allows me also to attempt some reconnection to my own Rice family. We are something, we Rices, have a way of living which distinguishes us. Of course, we’re not all alike, and it’s been so many years since I’ve spoken to most of you, I presume to know little about us all, actually. Perhaps this is a place for us.
From my removed point-of-view, I don’t see us as particularly social. I know I’m not—which is remarkable, considering I’m a rather public person, having spent a good part of my life on stage. But I don’t have the conversations I would have with people.
It’s occurred to me that, hosting a blog, I don’t have to. We can meet, reconnect, even without contacting one another: I welcome you to simply "lurk" as a story unfolds on this blog like a book. Isn’t the internet a marvelous medium?
But of course you are welcome to comment, add your own memories of Jarvis. And then there’s everyone who isn't family who may land here, old friends as well as those reading about a man they never knew.
I hope this site enriches your life, that you find time spent here worthwhile.
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