MORE from my "12 Dead Frogs" memoir: about "Pinky Lee"--TV personality, 1950. I ran to a South Side Chicago park where he was appearing, to snap a picture with my Brownie camera...oops!
<https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EhABDjG9kI> (Compare him to PeeWee's Playhouse!). <https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/twelve-dead-frogs-and-other-stories-a-filmmakers-memoir-rick-schmidt/1126913593>.
PINKY LEE (1954)
I learned a lot from watching TV, mainly that I loved Howdy Doody, Hopalong Cassidy, Science Fiction Theatre, Mr. and Mrs. North, Boston Blackie, and almost all movies. I sent away for decoding rings, other gizmos, even receiving a clear plastic sheet of acetate to stick on the screen. A viewer had just a short time to grease-pencil in a inch-long line, tracing each week’s clue for winning prizes. When it was announced that Pinky Lee, a local cartoon show host, would make a guest appearance at the park behind my house on the South Side of Chicago I was thrilled beyond belief.[Pinky Lee’s shows were a lot like Peewee’s Playhouse for kids (and adults) in the 1986-90].
After spending a couple of dollars of my allowance buying a new roll of film for my Brownie camera, I loaded it and carefully watched the calendar so as not to miss the big event. On the appointed Saturday morning, I raced out the front door, turned a quick right and ran fast down the sidewalk, hoping that I wouldn’t be late.
Suddenly the camera slipped out of my hands and hit the pavement, the impact somehow knocking open the light-tight back lid. In an instant my dream of recording Pinky on film had been ruined. I stood there in shock, tears dripping from my eyes.
I scooped up my camera with its visible film roll and headed back home. It just wasn’t worth it – seeing Pinky Lee – if I couldn’t get some shots.
<https://scholar.lib.vt.edu/VA-news/ROA-Times/issues/1993/rt9304/930407/04070241.htm#:~:text=Lee%20died%20in%20his%20sleep,set%20his%20age%20at%2067>.
Great memory prod! All those kids' TV shows we didn't want to miss, on the warm, fuzzy memory side. All the futzing, then waiting we had to do, in order to get 12 or, if we were lucky, 24, or 36(!) b&w photos is a memory on the pain-in-the-butt side of things. Not to mention the tragedies like you experienced with your Brownie.