Doug: Today Redartz leads us in conversation. I think you'll find his thoughts heartfelt and certainly topical for "people of a certain age".
Redartz: Hello everyone. Over the last couple weeks I've been absent
from our little group (although I have been regularly reading all the fine
posts, of course). My father passed away following an extended illness, and
most of my time and attention has been occupied. During this period of
reflection, sorting through photos and mementos, many memories returned to
mind; one of which has inspired me to write this little essay.
Often our
hobbies and interests are discussed in terms of individual activity or
interpretation. For example, what our favorite titles were, where we purchased
them, what action figure we desired most. But sometimes our experiences
included others -- a close friend or two, a sibling or parent. Did you have
someone with whom you regularly shared your comics hobby with, or had a
particularly memorable activity with? I
will share today two of these; the first featuring my father, and the second a
close friend.
My father had many interests, from history to
science to music. He also was a collector; not of comics but of antiques and
stamps. Unlike some parents, he never criticized my fascination with four color
adventures; rather he encouraged it. Once I started learning some of the
history behind the comics industry, we would sit and talk about books both old
and new. Dad was a boy during WWII, and like so many kids of that era he read
comic books. He always enjoyed telling stories of the comics he remembered from
his youth. His stack included Batman, Superman and Captain Marvel (or Shazam,
if you like). He recalled Captain America, but also Bugs Bunny, Looney Tunes and
various westerns. Unfortunately , the ultimate fate of all those Golden Age
gems was the war paper drive. He probably never gave those books much thought
afterwards, at least not until I came along and told him what they could have been worth...
Anyway, our
family would often go to antique shows together. Yet on one occasion, I got Dad
to accompany me to a local flea market as I hunted for comics. He was very
patient with me as I scoured the market floor for comics, and he looked over
many tables of antiques and 'junk'.
We eventually found a booth that
had a small stack of old (as in 1940s-50s vintage) comics for sale. The comics
themselves were not in the finest condition, and thus were priced very low. Dad
started to leaf through them, finding Mutt and Jeff, Blondie, Roy Rogers and a
few others. I think he enjoyed looking at the old ads as much as the art pages;
at any rate he ended up buying the whole stack. I provided him with the
obligatory bags and boards, and those comics found a spot on his shelf for
years to follow.
Over the
years there were several times that my parents would surprise me with additions
to my comic collection , but this was the only time I recall Dad buying any for
his own enjoyment!
My second
tale is from that great summer of 1975; and this experience was shared with my
best friend Bill. Bill was the one responsible for my return to the comics
fold. He reintroduced me to Marvel in particular, and once I started collecting
we would frequently visit each other's house, comparing stacks of Avengers and
Amazing Spider-Man.
On this warm
day in August of '75, there was a comic convention in Indianapolis, and Bill
and I were attending. Not only attending, but actually staying overnight there
in the hotel by ourselves! Our parents had agreed to let us set up a small
table there, and we had the run of the place all weekend. Granted, one or the
other of us was supposed to stay at our booth, but we took off after the room
closed and pursued books and creators with gusto. One of the featured guests
that weekend was Walt Simonson, and he happened to wander over to our booth. He
spoke with the both of us, was very friendly and actually purchased a few books
from us. As payment, he did a sketch for each of us, and that sketch still
hangs on my wall (and is scanned here as
well).
We ended up
having the good fortune of selling out our whole booth to another dealer, which
freed us to hit the convention floor with full attention. Our funds soon
vanished, in their place were new books to add to our growing collections.
Plus, there were other creators to meet, Bob Layton and Al Milgrom among them.
Then, when we finally tired out, we could crash in our hotel room and sort
through our newly acquired stash. We were in 14-year old geek heaven...
Between
meeting Walt, wandering the hotel late into the evening (Orange Crush in
hand), and leaving with new stacks of back issues to read, this weekend was one
of the biggest highlights of my teens. Sharing all those adventures with Bill
made it all the better. So, do you have a particular shared experience to pass
along?