{"id":174,"date":"2008-08-25T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-08-25T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.keloland.com\/lund\/2008\/08\/25\/hi-diddedy-dee-the-actors-life-for-me\/"},"modified":"2023-07-20T21:00:17","modified_gmt":"2023-07-20T21:00:17","slug":"hi-diddedy-dee-the-actors-life-for-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/hi-diddedy-dee-the-actors-life-for-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Hi Diddedy Dee, The Actor&#8217;s Life For Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;I was born to trod the boards to hear the roar of the crowd to have the smell of &nbsp;greasepaint in&nbsp;my nostrils.<br \/>\nThe only ones who knew how talented an actor I was, though,&nbsp;were the friends I played&nbsp;with as a kid.&nbsp;&nbsp;They would marvel at the site of me swimming around the dock in front of our cabin at&nbsp;Lake Poinsett in 1958.&nbsp;Suddenly, it wasn&rsquo;t a dock at all but the Bridge on the river Kwai and I was William Holdenwith a knife in my teeth planting the explosives that would blow the thing to kingdom come.<br \/>\nWhen the Hesby&rsquo;s, who farmed just south of Volga, let me go for a ride on their big &nbsp;plug of a horse,&nbsp;Jack, I did a pretty fair Steve McQueen from The Magnificent 7, especially when &nbsp;we turned around&nbsp;and ol&rsquo; Jack caught sight of the barn. He&rsquo;d go from a head-hung-low walk to furious bone-jarring trot&nbsp;and me in my western hat and hand-me-down cowboy boots would be charging into battle against&nbsp;the bandits who&rsquo;d been terrorizing the peace-loving Mexican villagers.<br \/>\nBut it wasn&rsquo;t until high school that I finally got some recognition for my thespian efforts; a best&nbsp;actor trophy for my performance in &ldquo;Judgement Morning&rdquo; at the Division II one act play contest.&nbsp;Me and my co-stars in costume and make-up 1964<br \/>\nAlas, that was my final appearance, though. I traded a potential career on stage and screen&nbsp;for a guitar and the lure of rock and roll.<br \/>\nMany years later, my daughter, Suzan, was chosen for a part in a Sioux Falls children&rsquo;s&nbsp;theater performance. She did very well and received lots of enthusiastic praise. That role&nbsp;led to many more parts in regional&nbsp;theater and she was hooked.&nbsp;Suzan studied theater at the University of Minnesota, met and married a fellow actor there,&nbsp;Joe Moser, and before we knew it, She and Joe were off to Hollywood to become stars.&nbsp;A dream that still hasn&rsquo;t been completely snuffed out even though they have since returned&nbsp;to more conventional careers back in the Midwest.<br \/>\nAnd then, there&rsquo;s my nephew Jay&hellip;or Jayden as he&rsquo;s known professionally.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\nWe all knew from the time he was three years old that Jay was going to be an actor.&nbsp;He was never ever shy and loved to ham it up whenever his dad brought out the movie camera.In school, Jay used his ample size as a tool in his comedic arsenal. He had the crowd&nbsp;screaming with laughter when, during a talent show at Lincoln High School in 1984,&nbsp;he performed &ldquo;Maniac&rdquo; from the movie &ldquo;Flashdance&rdquo; wearing leotards, leg warmers and a wig.&nbsp;He, too, became hopelessly hooked and went on to become a member of the Prairie Reparatory&nbsp;Theater group in college..then on to New York where he found work in several shows..including a couple appearances on&nbsp;TV&rsquo;s, &ldquo;Law and Order.&rdquo;&nbsp;<br \/>\nIn the mid 90&rsquo;s Jay moved to Los Angeles..hoping to catch his big break in Hollywood.&nbsp;From then to now, it&rsquo;s been a series of highs and lows; lots of auditions and bit parts,&nbsp;a couple of TV pilots that looked promising but weren&rsquo;t picked up..a few commercials&nbsp;including one for Ford that went nationwide. Just enough work to keep him from getting&nbsp;too discouraged or going broke.&nbsp;Jayden Lund in his one scene as a security guard in the Oscar winning movie, &quot;Crash.&quot;<br \/>\nBut 2008 may be the turn-around year for my now 41 year old nephew. He had a pretty&nbsp;substantial part in an episode of &ldquo;Private Practice.&rdquo; There&rsquo;s hope for another television&nbsp;series and he&rsquo;s in a couple movies: &ldquo;Aces &lsquo;N Eights&rdquo;..a western in which he plays a&nbsp;homesteader and &ldquo;The Informant&rdquo;..a new movie starring Matt Damon and directed by&nbsp;Steven Soderbergh due out next year.<br \/>\nLinda and I still get a kick out of seeing Jay on TV..especially when it comes as a&nbsp;surprise like the other night when he popped up on an episode of &ldquo;Monk.&rdquo;<br \/>\nI wish there was something I could do to boost his career so he could finally find his&nbsp;rightful place in Tinsel Town with a Beverly Hills address.<br \/>\nGee, I wonder if I were to take my best actor&rsquo;s trophy from high school out there.&nbsp;Maybe it would help open some Hollywood big-shot&rsquo;s doors. &nbsp;<br \/>\nActing is in our blood, you know.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I was born to trod the boards to hear the roar of the crowd to have the smell of &nbsp;greasepaint in&nbsp;my nostrils. The only ones who knew how talented an actor I was, though,&nbsp;were the friends I played&nbsp;with as a kid.&nbsp;&nbsp;They would marvel at the site of me swimming around the dock in front&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[60],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=174"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12068,"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/174\/revisions\/12068"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=174"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=174"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jodystaples.com\/main\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}