I am Meryl Streep
and Other Confessions

I am going to confess to you something I have
never told anyone else. Something I sometimes
even lie about to myself. It all began in 1956
when I was on the Goodson-Todman television
show, “To Tell the Truth.”

Remember that show? Of course you don’t because
if you do, you’re probably as old as I am and can’t remember anything or are dead.

The shown ran for dozens of years. Bud Collyer was
the host. A panel of celebrities (in the days when
celebrities had to do something besides being a
celebrity) attempted to identify which of three guests
was telling the truth about who he or she was. One
guest was really who he or she said he or she was
and the other two guests were faking being that
person. Got it?

Well, to tell the truth, when I was a guest on “To Tell the
Truth” the four celebrities were Kitty Carlisle, Tom Poston, Polly Bergen, and Orson Bean. They were blind-folded and asked the three of us a lot of questions while a man with tortoise-shell glasses wearing an argyle sweater held up a sign that said either APPLAUSE or LAUGH from time to time.

After a few minutes, Bud Collyer said, “Will the real
Meryl Streep please stand up.” The panel took off
their blind-folds. Nobody stood up. The truth was that
the real Meryl Streep was only eleven years old in 1956
and was at home reading a Wonder Woman comic
book.

Bud had a look of complete panic on his face and I
felt so bad for him that I stood up. Then the man with
the tortoise-shell glasses and the argyle sweater held
up a sign that said APPLAUSE and the panel and the
audience clapped.

So on Tuesday, November 15, 1956, I became Meryl
Streep. The panel didn’t have a clue who the real Meryl
Streep was. Nobody did. All those accents and wigs.

So now you know that the woman with the marvelous
cheek bones, milky white skin, and angel blond hair is
really me, Ilene Beckerman, an 85 year old grandmother
from New Jersey.

I have kept my secret for many years, just like the woman who recently came out and said that when she was younger, she had an affair with Bill Clinton.
But who cares? After all, didn’t we all?

More confessions.

I also confess that I have been asked to play Lady Godiva,
Gandhi. and Moby Dick but refused because I didn’t like
their wardrobes. And I turned down playing John Bolton,
John Wayne, and John Travolta because no matter how I try, I can’t play a Republican.

Rumor has it that I got several roles by sleeping with Martin Scorsese. There is no truth in that sentence.
I slept with Steven Spielberg.

Finally, I didn’t get into Vassar because my SATs sucked.
I didn’t get in because I didn’t have a pink cashmere
sweater set or Bermuda shorts.

Since I am into telling the truth and confessing, I will also now confess, none of this is true except for the fact that I am 85 years old and presently live in New Jersey. And who I slept with is none of your business.

You’re just a button click away and I’d love
to hear from you.

About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes– even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago.

Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns outas well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,

Gingy (Ilene)