I've spent more than half my life in Pennsylvania. But Ohio was my home from 1947 to 1974, and for the final 3½ years of that period, I was part of the newborn television industry in the medium-sized Ohio city of Marion.
Elsewhere on this website, I've excerpted my letters from the Marion years. Click here to read them and to see the pictures.
But there are a handful of stories that didn't make it into my letters. In 2002, I wrote some of them up for a proposed monthly column on a Marion website. Here are those tales of local TV shows in the 1970s.
Matter of Money
In the early Seventies, Marion actually had its own television "station." The local cable TV system, then known as Marion CATV, produced shows in a small studio at 196 South Main Street and occasionally televised events from as far away as Columbus. The programs were seen daily, in black and white, on channel 3. And I helped make it happen, until the time came for the plug to be pulled.
Soon Columbus TV pioneer Sally Flowers had a daily hour. After five months, this morning talk show was turned over to home-grown hostesses and became Marion Today.
Why did Marion CATV do all this? At first, local programming was an FCC requirement. Also, our parent company wanted to win lucrative cable franchises in other cities, and one way to impress the politicians there was to show them what we were already doing in Marion.
However, CATV didn't want to absorb all the programming costs or raise the rates on subscribers' monthly cable bills. We tried to make TV-3 self-supporting by selling advertising, mostly to local merchants, but it was tough to balance the budget.
Do you know how much Regis Philbin makes for hosting a live hour every morning? I don't either. But I do know that the same job in Marion paid only $8 per show. We cut costs as much as we could, using cheap equipment and doubling up on our duties.
On the revenue side of the ledger, we couldn't charge much for the advertising we ran. The networks get megabucks for a Super Bowl commercial, seen by millions of people; but our commercials were seen in (at most) a few hundred homes, so they were worth only a few dollars. And our technical quality was far below the networks, so the ads weren't easy to sell. All that we had going for us was the local content.
Eventually, we had to give up. I found another job in Pennsylvania, and TV-3 shut down on February 22, 1974. But I still have memories of that "one brief shining moment" in Marion, and I'll be sharing some of those stories in this column in the coming months.
When there's a local TV channel, there will be folks who want to be on it. Back in 1972, one such group was the five-piece Marion rock band Jason and Friends, who had their very own weekly half-hour on Marion CATV.
The show was part music and part talk. Jason and his group would play several songs, but in the middle of the show they put down their guitars and conversed in a 15-minute "rap session." Once, they were seated for the whole show and talked between songs, sort of like the 1968 Elvis "comeback special" but without a live audience.
We taped each Tuesday afternoon in the TV-3 studio. I was the director, and two of our cable installers, Gene Woy and Terry Everly, came in to operate the cameras. Then the show aired on Wednesday evening.
Of course, we were dealing with musicians, so things didn't always run smoothly. I still have some of my weekly reports from the fall of 1972.
On November 14, we had to postpone the taping until Wednesday afternoon because "the band's equipment is locked up in the Welcome Inn, and no one with a key is available." On November 21, there was another one-day postponement because "we just aren't prepared." On November 28, the lead guitar player never showed up, and we had to re-run a show from October.
Finally, a few days before Christmas, I reported, "No taping of Jason and Friends today. Jason submitted his resignation, citing (among other reasons) a 'lack of co-operation' from members of his group. Their whereabouts today is unknown."
But I still have one souvenir, in the form of a reel of Super-8 home movie film.
A few months earlier, Jason had wanted to make a music video, so he borrowed my movie camera to shoot a short film of the band, to run while one of their more popular songs played: their cover of Simon and Garfunkel's "Bridge Over Troubled Water." The film consisted of one long uninterrupted take.
I didn't completely understand the ending, but it was art.
Little Man in the Organ
Jay Leno has his Kevin Eubanks. David Letterman has his Paul Shaffer. Johnny Carson had his Doc Severinsen. Every talk show needs a bandleader to provide the show's music and to banter with the host.
Our morning show Marion Today, which ran until 1974 on cable channel 3, had a small budget. Our music came from a band of one.
At the end of the run, pianist Helen McWilliams was the one. Before Helen, there was another pianist, Richard Coleman as I recall, who played jazz. Co-hostess Sandy Park would sometimes turn to him and request in a sentimental tone, "Play 'Misty' for me."
Judy played piano and organ by ear; she could hear a new song one day and play it on the show the next morning. And she had a slightly offbeat sense of humor. Once she sent me a get-well card. "Your absence was quite noticeable this morning, which proves no one is really indispensable! Hurry back, well and strong! (Did I say that right? Not indispensable. Anyway, what I mean is, everybody has their job and while the show goes on, a person is still missed. Understand? If you do, you can explain it to me.)"
The instrument that she played was furnished by the Marion Piano Company. They sent it over in exchange for advertising: it was demonstrated on television several times every morning. Sometimes they sent us a piano, sometimes an electronic organ.
Early on, we had one of those newfangled organs with special buttons for preprogrammed rhythms and chord patterns. Judy quickly mastered the special buttons. She could start the organ playing a rhythm and then just sit there with her hands folded while it performed by itself.
"Judy, how are you doing that?" DaLee would ask. "Well, you see," Judy would explain with a smile, "there's a little man in the organ who plays the drums. I don't have to do a thing."
DaLee was talking to our viewers about something when she heard a small voice. "Let me out of here!" it said.
She looked questioningly towards me. I shrugged, all innocence. She continued talking. There was the voice again: "Hey! Let me out of here!"
"Judy, what is that?" she asked. Judy had no idea.
Then we heard the voice again: "Help, let me out of here! I'm the little man in the organ!"
But they refused to let him out. I think Art may still be trapped in the darkroom.
When I started working at Marion CATV in 1970, our chief technician was Clifford Dice. But we all had to wear multiple hats, and it wasn't long before Cliff was drafted as a TV star.
From the start of local programming in Marion, one of our offerings had been a sort of viewer-participation game show called Bowling for Dollars. This bore only a slight resemblance to the big-bucks show of the same name hosted by Nick Perry in Pittsburgh, which reportedly drew a larger audience than its competition, the nightly network news.
Marion's Bowling for Dollars was only 10 minutes long at first. Cablecast in the late afternoon five days a week, it soon expanded to 15 minutes. Viewers would mail in their entries, each with a guess of how many pins our bowler would knock down with a single ball.
At one point, I was the host. My contribution was a cardboard tabletop sign that displayed the amount of the jackpot, say $13. Then I passed the torch to Cliff.
Three times during the show, Cliff drew an entry from a glass fishbowl, announced the guess, and cued the bowler to do his thing. If the guess was correct, the jackpot went to the lucky viewer, but otherwise it went up by a dollar.
However, our studio was not big enough for a real bowling lane. Instead, the company that packaged this program had sent us eleven little reels of 16-millimeter film. Each numbered reel, from 0 to 10, contained a ten-second clip of an anonymous bowler rolling the ball and knocking down that number of pins, from a gutter ball to a strike. The film was black and white, of course, and didn't even have a sound track.
Before each show, we'd randomly choose three numbers. In the control room, I'd thread the projector with the film clip that corresponded to the first number. When Cliff gave the cue, I'd roll the film, and Cliff would narrate the action. Ten times out of eleven, he'd end by commiserating with the viewer whose guess had proven incorrect. Then he'd add a buck to the jackpot, explain the rules, and maybe do a commercial while I threaded up the next film.
For practical reasons, we taped these shows in advance. Unfortunately, we used rather balky Ampex one-inch videotape recorders (not the "C Type" that would become the professional standard in the 1980s, but an earlier, inferior format). The video head would clog, and as there was no confidence head or RF meter, we had no way of knowing that no signal was actually being recorded onto the tape. We tried to record the show simultaneously on both of our machines at once. Only after we'd finished would we rewind the tapes and discover that neither one was usable. Part or all of each tape contained nothing but "snow."
We had no choice but to do it all over again. Since we'd already declared winners and losers, at least in the studio, we decided that the fairest way was to make Take Two of the show come out the same way as Take One. I cued up the same films and Cliff pretended to draw the same entries from the fishbowl.
Three ten-second film clips don't fill up much of a 15-minute show, so we resorted to other distractions. Cliff got a stuffed mascot that the viewers named Herkimer. I played weird sound effects through the studio speakers. Once I took the turntable out of gear while it was playing "It's Not Easy Being Green" and piped to the speakers Kermit's voice falling in pitch as he sang about "the stars iinn ttthhhee ssssskkkkkyyyyyy."
Cliff did his best to react to all the foolishness in an entertaining way. But before long, he quit to earn a more respectable living as a teacher here he is nowadays at the Sylvan Learning Center and our scratchy bowling films were retired.
But we traveled to the state capital only on special occasions. More often, we went 15 miles in the other direction to the smaller city of Marion, with its one radio station and small department stores like Uhler's.
The Uhler store was downtown on the corner of Center and Prospect. Its multi-story building still used the technology of the late 19th century.
For example, there were no cash registers. When you made a purchase, the clerk put your cash and sales slip into a metal cylinder and whisked it up to the office via pneumatic tube. In a minute or two, the cylinder would come back down with your change and receipt.
The building also had an elevator, operated by a man sitting on a stool inside the car. He opened and closed both sets of doors (a folding gate on the elevator car and a solid pair of doors on each floor) and pulled the levers to make the elevator go.
My mother and I rode the elevator up to the fourth-floor office of Dr. D. W. Brickley. This "Eye Ear Nose & Throat" specialist always wore on his forehead one of those concave mirrors with a hole in the middle, the purpose of which I never understood. Dr. Brickley oversaw the removal of my tonsils in 1953. Then, as I grew up, he prescribed a new set of eyeglasses every six months for my progressing nearsightedness. We'd take the prescription up to the next floor to get the glasses made at the White-Haines Optical Company.
Back in Richwood, my father owned a small Chevrolet dealership. If our service department needed a part that we didn't have in stock, we'd check with other Chevy dealers. Midtown Chevrolet in Marion often would have the part, so we'd send someone to pick it up. Sometimes my mother and I would be the ones to run this errand. I remember riding back to Richwood alongside a slightly greasy new tailpipe, which was wedged between our car's windshield on one end and the rear window on the other.
Midtown Chevrolet was located on South Main Street, near the top of a hill that slopes down to Columbia Street. Local competition in the Chevy-sponsored Soap Box Derby was held on that hill. Later, the business changed hands and became Frank Bennett Chevrolet.
I had been working there for only a few months when, like my father's business several years before, Frank Bennett Chevrolet burned to the ground. From the roof of the LSY Building, I took a Polaroid photo of the ruins to use in my newscast that evening.
Unlike my father, Frank Bennett didn't rebuild at the same address. The new Chevrolet location was on Mt. Vernon Avenue on the eastern edge of the city.
While I was working at TV-3 in Marion, I occasionally shot Super 8 movie film. Here are some images from those home movies.
On June 3, 1972, the new Whetstone Country Club held its grand opening. I recorded audio cassettes and shot Polaroids and movies, then put it all together for a 15-minute TV special in black and white, of course.
On hand to interview the club's owners were the hostesses of our morning show, Judy Rock and Sandy Park (middle picture). Sandy shared some laughs with Max Ross, the former football coach and county sheriff who had been hired to manage the new golf course.
Among the guests was Jack Rubins (in the purple shirt below), who as the manager of Marion CATV had hired me two years before. And the reigning Miss Heart of Ohio cut the ribbon.
Between Christmas and New Year's we always televised a special from the annual holiday dance, the Charity Ball. In 1973, we actually were able to cablecast our special in color! We drove up to Cleveland to borrow a little color camera and a ¼-inch tape deck that could record its pictures. (We pretended to be trying out the machine to see whether we wanted to buy it, although we had budgeted no such purchase.)
The frames below were photographed off a TV set during the playback of the program. That's yours truly opening the show and introducing our stars, the ubiquitous Sandy and Judy.
Judy and Sandy's set was furnished by a local furniture company in exchange for on-air mentions. Since there was room for only the one couch, they sat side by side. Here they call a cable subscriber in February 1974 to ask if the subscriber knows how much is "on deposit" for the big jackpot.
If we needed to interview two guests at the same time, one of the hostesses had to leave temporarily so there would be enough room on the couch.