Bogie and Me

Once Upon A Time…

     in a land to the West, with wishes carved out of dreams and hubris, over the hills (and any resemblance to rational thought) lived a ‘fair maiden, with hair as dark as night and eyes that could melt a frozen Margarita’.

She had been orphaned by BOTH of her parents soon after her birth (Which sounds ‘fishy to me, seeing as her father was the son of a wealthy surgeon of Irish decent and her mother was Mexican) and was raised by her fraternal, and emotionally distant, grandparents in a large house surrounded by the occasional green blade of grass within a large sand bowl called Arizona.

Our fair maiden desired to use her God given ability to spin a baton (and not be taken for ‘average’ in a baton-spinning era) against the other girls who could tie a hog and braid their hair at the same time, and so she entered a Beauty Contest.

Bathing suit bought, she wet the judges appetite with her ‘star quality’ (and C-cups).

“And we have a Runner-Up!” (1935, Miss Arizona)

So, naturally…

     she went to Hollywood! (And broke her arm on the first day of shooting a low budget western).


Never daunted by adversity, she did what any young nugget with a hankerin’ for fame would do… she used her grandfather’s ‘seed-money’ (when he wasn’t looking) and went to Mexico! (Where she hooked-up with a washed-out old French wigmaker, and learned his craft).

Back to Hollywood!

The young wannabe starlet ventured into a beauty parlor, was offered a job styling the wigs, decided there was more then one way to ‘work in pictures’, married a young alcoholic poker-playing film technician, and parlayed her wizardry with a comb and curlers into The master wig craftswoman to the Stars.

Hollywood doors opened widely upon the heads of many- literally.

She became great friends with many of her clients, like Ann Sheridan (who had starred opposite Humphrey Bogart in Angels with Dirty Faces [1938] and They Drive By Night [1940]- you just can not make these titles up). 

Ann Sheridan

Ann invited the beautiful wig-mistress to accompany her to the ‘wrap’ party for Casablanca.

Bogie had told her to “Bring anyone ‘ya want kid. Just make sure they can hold their licker and have great legs.”

Even though, our femme fatale, had married by now, she accompanied Miss Sheridan to the party. After all, it was a chance to met the best bad boy of them all. 

And meet they did. Time and time again for the next 14 years, around marriages and through divorces, including Bogart’s marriage to Lauren Bacall, and up until his death. 

She even wrote a book about it. 

How do I know this?

Because Verita Bouvaire Peterson Thompson lived in our house.

That’s right- our H-O-U-S-E! 

Verita Thompson
(in the red hat)
at her book launch.

*(More specifically, she rented a room in our house, from a girlfriend, who was divorced, and needed the income. And our house has a lot of bedrooms. But- whateva’. And OurHouseStories did the research. You simply MUST hire this husband/wife history-house-lovin’ duo- they make Sherlock Holmes look amateurish- and boring. Yes- they found a dead body in our house history too. Not nearly as interesting). 

Seems, Verita’s journey ended in New Orleans, where she opened a night club in the Quata’ and partied ’till dawn well into her 80’s (Our neighbors remember her coming home in a taxi, red hat askew and drunk off her ass). 


And the party continues.
Baby Earl
will be waiting.


And she lived in my house.

I will repeat: She lived in my house.

  • Patty Rumaker - Well now! How cool is that! Great story! Loving that front door. Pining!
    Patty at Home and Lifestyle DesignReplyCancel

  • Nancy Hill - Portuguese nuns lived my house… not the same at all. LOL! What an enjoyable, smile-producing piece! There is nothing like the glamour of Old Hollywood!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Jesus (sorry) If I lived in a house that had housed nuns I’d probably be hovering above a bed with some kind of devil’s mark burned on my forehead. I don’t think they’d have liked me the way Old Hollywood seems to. LOL. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment. Much appreciated!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy - I love this story! I love any story that involved old Hollywood, because that is where my heart lies. You don’t have to tell me who Ann Sheridan is (!!!). Wowee, wow, wow, WOW! What a great story.

    P.S. How did you make your photo Pinterest ready. So cool.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I know! Old Hollywood is THAE BEST! As for the pinterest ready button- I’m a tech wizard- and I contacted Julie DeNeen.ReplyCancel

  • - That is SO cruel. You have true creed, that’s for sure, and you are THAT close to Bogie. I am so jell!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Really interesting, but I’m also curious about the dead body. No way I could do that kind of partying now.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - The young man who built the house and was the first to live in it, died of Typhoid Fever in the upstairs master bedroom and was laid out in the front parlor. He was only 23 and left a wife and child (so sad). They only stayed on about a year and then sold. I don’t know what happened to them after that. Houses have such incredible history! What about yours Mari?ReplyCancel

  • conniemcleod - Your house should write a book…These walls are talking!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I know- right? And this is just one of SEVERAL Ben and I have had that had a lot of whispering going on. Maybe future posts?ReplyCancel

  • House Crazy Sarah - Neat stuff! Gosh that would be a great job to research old houses! Love it!ReplyCancel

  • Bryan Jones - Wow, interesting stuff. Verita sounds some fun lady – I have a clear image of her red hat askew and slurring her words.ReplyCancel

  • Manal The Go Go Girl - That’s such a COOL story and love the way you wrote it!ReplyCancel

  • pia - Wow! What a wonderful story!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - So interesting! I recommend everyone have their house history done- and then share the story! Thanks for stopping by Pia! Always nice to see you here.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Wow! Small world!ReplyCancel

  • s.allen - An affair between Thompson and Bogart is nothing to applaud,
    considering those hurt by the disclosure.
    Bogart would have been appalled by such!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Bogart HAD the affair- and it lasted decades. He obviously wasn’t too appalled.ReplyCancel

      • s. allen - Cheryl, Affair 1942-1954. Decades? V.T. married other lover,
        Walter Thompson, 1955.
        Bogart, according to those who knew him, would’ve
        been appalled by such public DISCLOSURE!
        didn’t wantReplyCancel

  • s. allen - Your comment, “Bogart had the affair.” I don’t know what you mean. Verita had affair w/ him; both were married, she to Robt.
    Peterson, and he to Mayo Methot, prior to his final marriage to
    Ms. Bacall. {Please excuse “didn’t want” error, last comment;
    forgot to delete.]ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m not sure what you’re trying to ‘get at’? THEY had an affair that lasted 14 years through her marriage to Peterson, and two of his three, both Methot and Bacall, until two years before he died (1957). She married Thompson in 1955 and her relationship with Bogart ended. Just trying to tell a story here…ReplyCancel

      • s. allen - I’m not trying to “get at” anything. We both have said much
        the same thing re. timeline of events.
        Question: A reviewer of Thompson’s book said that Bacall
        referred to that affair, others? in new bio. of Bogart[unnamed.] Any info. on this?ReplyCancel

        • Cheryl - I’ve never read the book just live in her house.ReplyCancel

          • s.allen - I’ve not read her book either, only reproduced pages on
            internet, reader reviews and Kirkus review.

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