Kathleen “Kati” Powell is a remarkable person on her own: actress, writer — someone lively and ebullient, as you will see and hear. She also had remarkable parents: the beautiful actress Martha Scott and the inspiring pianist / composer / arranger Mel Powell, a hero to those of us who know his many aspects.
Thanks to the generosity of Hank O’Neal, I got to know Kati about a year ago. On August 7, Kati sat down in front of my little camera and told three tales. I won’t spoil them by any preface: JAZZ LIVES readers will, I am sure, be delighted — as I am. I will just mention the time and place in which they happened:
1. The Bronx, New York, 1929:
2. A Manhattan restaurant, 1964-5:
3. On the telephone, 1946:
Another aspect of Kati’s generosity and love of her parents will show up in a forthcoming blogpost. Once again, I think of Yeats’ lines, “Say that my glory was I had such friends.” Thank you, Kati!
May your happiness increase!