Remembering Mike Cherniss

July 3rd, 2013

Mike Cherniss had a wry sense of humor, and he probably had the last laugh when he died on April Fools’ Day (2013) after a long and difficult illness.  At the remembrance party held recently at the home he shared with spouse and partner Jane Garrett, many wonderful stories about Mike were shared by his friends and colleagues from the English department at the University of Kansas, where he was one of two senior medievalists.  Although I did take a Chaucer seminar from Mike in the early 1970s, what we talked about outside of class was mostly about pop culture and the movies.  Mike was from Los Angeles, a graduate from North Hollywood High and U.C. Berkeley, so it’s no surprise that he loved the movies.  I’ll repeat here the same story that I told the group gathered at the remembrance party.

When I first arrived at the University of Kansas as an undergraduate in Spring of 1969, I was dismayed to learn that the five movie theaters and one drive-in in Lawrence only showed the usual Hollywood fare, that there were no foreign films in sight.  Fortunately, I knew some students who were involved with Student Union Activities at the Kansas Union, which had a good offering of movies for students nearly every night of the week.  I asked Katherine Giele, a wonderful lady who ran Student Union Activities at that time, if I could have one night a week for foreign films.  She readily agreed, and so it came to pass that, every Tuesday night during the fall semester in 1969, I was able to show 16mm prints of my favorite foreign films at Dyche Auditorium on campus, adjacent to the Natural History Museum.

Even though the admission charge was only 75 cents, we never had much of a crowd at any of these foreign movies.  The same twelve people would show up for the films, week after week.  Among the apostles were Mike Cherniss and Jane Van Meter, a local legend whom many called “The Blue Lady” because she always wore the same blue dress, blue bonnet, blue shoes, and always carried the same blue purse.  She had been married to a famous Shakespeare scholar; had lived in Paris in the 1930s, worked at “Shakespeare and Company,” Sylvia Beach’s famous bookstore, a favorite gathering place for writers and artists.  Rumor had it that Jane still had in her possession letters from Hemingway, Faulkner, Fitzgerald, Sherwood Anderson and James Joyce.  But, sadly, in the 1960s, after he had been teaching at the University of Kansas for a number of years, the famous Shakespeare scholar divorced Jane and married someone younger.  And so “The Blue Lady” fell on hard times.  When she showed up on Tuesday nights for the foreign films, she would fish inside her blue purse, and count out the pennies, slowly, painstakingly, one by one, all 75 of them.  One night, Mike Cherniss, who was standing behind her, exclaimed impatiently, “Oh, for God’s sake!”  He pulled out a dollar from his wallet, gave it to me and said, “Jane is my guest tonight, and you can keep the change.”

But the twelve apostles came only when I showed films by more familiar directors like Fellini, Antonioni, Visconti, Pasolini, Bergman, Kurosawa; and not for less familiar names like Rene Clement, Mauro Bolognini or Serge Bourguinon.  One particular Tuesday night, when the special treat was a film by Henri Verneuil, the only two people in attendance were Mike Cherniss and “The Blue Lady.”  When it became evident that no one else was going to show up, I turned to Mike and wailed mournfully, “Perhaps I should have scheduled a more familiar name.”  Mike put his arm around me and, with a beatific twinkle in his eye, he  said sonorously, “It’s okay, Paul.  Where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”  And so the three of us watched one of my favorite foreign films, Henri Verneuil’s ANY NUMBER CAN WIN.

“The Blue Lady” is long since gone. And now Mike Cherniss, too, is no longer with us.  Perhaps her spirit is back in Paris, and his is hovering over the Hollywood hills.  I am happy that I was able to share my passion for foreign films with them.  In retrospect, I am even happier that Mike Cherniss was able to share his passion for Chaucer with me and countless other students through the years.  Perhaps Mike’s departure on April 1st was premeditated, because it now brings to mind the famous opening line from THE CANTERBURY TALES:  ”Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote…”

 

14 Responses to “Remembering Mike Cherniss”

  1. Paulaon 03 Jul 2013 at 10:56 am

    Love this post, Paul. What a great story! I remember the ‘blue lady,” but never knew her name.

  2. Jeff Jacobsenon 03 Jul 2013 at 11:44 am

    It is always a joy to see an e-mail with your latest thoughts that you thankfully share.

  3. Larry Schulteon 03 Jul 2013 at 12:53 pm

    Thank you for sharing this.

  4. Jane Garretton 03 Jul 2013 at 9:02 pm

    Thank you for that wonderful story, Paul.

  5. Roger Chernisson 03 Jul 2013 at 10:45 pm

    Paul:
    Thank you for sharing your story with us again . It is so beautifully written, I have sent it on to my sons.

    Stories about Mike are a special joy and comfort to us. Although Mike and I were close, I never learned to read Chaucer in the original. What does that phrase mean?

  6. richard schweitzer, mdon 04 Jul 2013 at 12:35 am

    Thank you for this part of the Mike Cherniss story. I believe our stories go on and on… and on. Mike and I had been friends since we started Berkeley together in 1957. I went to medical school when Mike went to grad school in the English department. I loved his style of telling a story, his humor, and
    the way his telling contained his own kind of incipient laughter.

    In a late night flash of recall I feel he is still here, somewhere inside of memory that is far beyond
    nostalgia. I will always miss that Chern quality, rare and laced with a special kind of humor.

  7. Paulon 04 Jul 2013 at 7:18 am

    “When April with his showers sweet with fruit…”

  8. Paulon 04 Jul 2013 at 7:42 am

    From Michael L. Johnson, former chair of the English department at the University of Kansas:

    “Paul, thanks for working this up. Mike was my solid associate chair and a good, if gnarly, friend.”

  9. Paulon 04 Jul 2013 at 7:44 am

    From Loraine Lindenbaum:

    “Paul, you have a wonderful way with words – I may have to ask you to write something for me when I leave this world.”

  10. Paulon 04 Jul 2013 at 7:47 am

    From Misty Schieberle:

    “What a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing!”

  11. Paulon 04 Jul 2013 at 7:49 am

    From Frank Doden:

    “Thanks for sharing this, Paul. This is a side of Mike Cherniss that I didn’t know when I was at KU.”

  12. Victor Contoskion 04 Jul 2013 at 8:52 am

    Thank you for giving me an insight into the Mike Cherniss I never knew.

  13. Paulon 04 Jul 2013 at 9:10 pm

    From Brian Daldorph:

    Thanks, Paul, for your tribute to Mike Cherniss. It’s a very nice sketch I’m sure he would have appreciated.
    The Blue Lady: I wonder where her spirit is now?

  14. Dorice Elliotton 08 Jul 2013 at 2:12 pm

    This is a side of Mike that I didn’t know. Thanks for sharing it. You write so beautifully, Paul, and you have such an eye for the poignant detail.

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