Friday, February 20, 2009

A Memory


I read three newspapers a day. The local paper early in the morning and the larger papers when my son brings them home with him in the evening. The big boys bought our local paper a few years ago and combined it with another beach cities local. Most of the quirky writers that I loved were fired and the paper itself was made smaller and a lot less interesting, but I like to know what is happening locally so I pay for a paper that feels very like I'm reading a high school journalism project. That and a cup of John's strong coffee will wake me up every time (not necessarily with a smile).

A few weeks ago I opened the L.A. Times and came face to face with a memory. A very sweet memory that really did put a smile on my face. There on the page looking exactly as I remember him was the face of "Dr. George". It tickled me so much I turned to my son and asked, "Do you remember Dr. George?", which in turn tickled him so much he got up and came over to sit beside me to play "I Remember Grandma".

My father used to watch the news on KABC every night after dinner. My mother used to watch the weather on KABC after dinner. As John says constantly, 'we don't have real weather', but my mother became addicted to the news about tomorrows non-weather. The reason...Dr. George Fischbeck. She loved him.

The article in the Times said that he still looks the same. "the thick, black-rimmed glasses, perched atop that beak of a nose, the mustache still animated, if a bit grayer than when he left KABC in the 1990's."

"Fischbeck made an instant impression when he landed in Los Angeles in 1972 by clinging relentlessly to his lack of polish. He flapped his arms and raised his Groucho Marx eyebrows. He shuffled through hand-drawn charts, someitmes struggling to find the right one. He sometimes got so caught up in lecturing about the atmosphere that he forgot to deliver the forecast." My mother loved him!

She was so taken with him she made a special effort to be free when the news came on, which was very unusual for my mother. She always had a project of some sort going. Her usual after dinner activity involved that project until Dr. George arrived in town. One evening with Dr. George on the TV and she was hooked. All things were put aside when the news and Dr. George were on. My father used to get more of a kick out of my mother then he did with the tale of weather to come. It became a family tickle and we used to tease her about it.

Then one afternoon she and one of her friends went 'downtown' to celebate the friends bithday. They went to one of their favorte hotels, the one with the glass elevator on the outside of the building. My mother loved riding in that glass elevator and always came home with a tale or two. This particular evening she came home not only with a tale but with a sparkle in her eyes.

After lunch, while she and her friend were waiting for the elevator to arrive to the top floor a man came and stood beside her to wait too. My mother never met a stranger so she turned to say something friendly to him and 'lo and behold' there standing beside her was none other then Dr. George. My mother was never known to be speechless even when excited so she did her usual friendly Bonnie thing. She says they had a great time. She lavished him with praise and adoration and he lavished her with his quirky smile. She could almost reiterate the conversation word for word, and it was a long one, afterall they had to go all the way down the side of the building in the glass elevator.

She said they talked like old friends laughing and sharing during the ride down and when they reached the ground floor he told her how glad he was that they had met and then reached over and kissed her on the cheek.

She had so much fun the following week telling all of us that we were not allowed to kiss or touch her on her Dr. George cheek. That was the cheek reserved for the weatherman.

My mother would have loved reading that article in the Times. It tickled my son and I so much we had a lovely time remembering Grandma's Dr. George cheek. Isn't it nice to have a happy memory drop in on you unexpectedly?

Take care of yourselves, my friends. Love, Pennie/Sandra

15 comments:

  1. Isn't it so nice to be able to walk down that old road again Pennie? I would bet that the weatherman was just as tickled as your mama when they met!
    Hope you and John are doing good...sure loved hearing from ya.
    love,
    carlene

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  2. That IS a fun memory, Pennie-Sandra! (I've decided I have to call you Pennie-Sandra from now on.)

    And it's wonderful to hear from you, and to hear you sounding so happy and positive. Hugs to you and John and the family. Lisa :-]

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  3. Great Memories Pennie Thanks for sharing.

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  4. What an adorable story! Thanks for sharing it. Praying all things are better in your part of the world.

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  5. I enjoyed reading this entry very much. Good memories of your Mom were brought back to you. Helen

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  6. I have a tear in my eye from that! What a beautiful memory and a great story!!

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  7. That was a wonderful story about Dr. George. I fell in love with him on TV from the day he started at KABC, having arrived from New Mexico to become L.A.'s best weatherman. I was young at the time, around 13 or 14 years old. One day at the age of 16, I called his office at KABC, and he was kind enough to chat briefly on the phone with me. I loved his weathercasts, and we had a nice chat, the first of many. I was already quite experienced as a photographer, and he arranged for KABC to use two of my photographs on the air as weather backgrounds, which was a great honor. I met him in person years later, and was quite surprised that he was taller than me, and I'm 6 feet tall! He was very friendly, and I've never forgotten his kindness to me.

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  8. I loved travelling down memory lane with you Penny. Isn't it strange how one thing can lead to another?
    I could see your Mum talking away animatedly as she glided down in the glass elevator with her charming wetherman.
    Love
    Jeanie xxx

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  9. Just been thinking about you and wondering how you and Bosox are??? Hope everything is ok.
    love ya,
    Carlene

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  11. After being an indestructible power lifter,motorcycle guy, soldier and hard worker, my body broke down [arthritis, etc] to where I would be lost without my power scooter... and my Lord.

    Warm Regards,
    Tom Schuckman
    tschuckman@aol.com
    Disabled Vietnam Vet: 68-70
    Jesus is Lord.

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