First
of tapes circa 1973-1975 Spring, 1973
Jack and I
J It’s not recording? How can you tell? Do you know how to control the volume? {whistles for mike) What?
Start the story again? Okay. The other night Rosalie had her head on
my shoulder. She looked up at me and
said, “I smell perfume from your sweater.”
I said, “No, you don’t. She said, “Yes, I do. She said it was “Fridgie” or something like
that.That’s the name of it.
B What was the name?
B What was the name?
J It sounded like Fridgie. So I said, “You don’t,” and she said, “Yes, I
do, and it isn’t mine, I don’t wear it.” I said,
“I can’t smell anything, and I’ve got a very sensitive smeller.” You know what it was, Barb? Deodorant!
[laughter] Yeah. I said, “Are you sure it isn’t
deodorant?” She lifted my sweater and took a little sniff under
there, and she said she was sorry. She
was very apologetic. I said, “Well, from
now on, whatever you say, be sure you’re right.”
{I called my ex-husband’s wife to ask if she knew what
perfume in the 70s could have sounded like “fridgie,”. “Frescia,”Aliceann said promptly, giggling
over Jack’s name for this exotic product. bbm 3-9-02}
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J It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’ve decided to
record something on this . . . this thing.
I’m alone, as I wanted it to be.
{Much of what Jack says is so soft, it’s
inaudible. In notes I made in 1978, when
my hearing was keener, I wrote that he spoke first of his kids, (Carol and
Bobbie), his deceased wife (Marie) and then of me.
I know a lady. I’ll never forget her.
{Fresh
start, voice becomes clear, but with long, thoughtful pauses between
sentences.}
I find myself. . . for the first time. . . resenting your ex-husband. It seems to me that I should be with you when
you’re . . when you’re not with me. I don’t know if I should say that again and
express it better. The endless time
spent without you. . . . the swiftness
of the time spent with you. As the song
goes, “If this isn’t love, it’ll have to do.”
I won’t call this
recording something like your magazine article “Plane Deelightful.” It’s plain truthful. I’m not ashamed of the way I feel. It’s difficult to be ashamed of anything when
I associate me with you. Whatever I do
and think, it seems natural. . . . .
I don’t know what I’m going to do for
the rest of the . . . well, from the time the sun is out until the time it
isn’t.
{What
Jack decides to do while I’m with Ed is to play his tape of sentimental songs.)
“By the time I make Oklahoma, she’ll be
sleeping. She’ll turn softly and call my
name out low. She’ll cry just to think I
could leave her, though time and time I’ve tried to tell her so. She just didn’t know I would really go.” (Ironic choice of music by Jack. My husband used to make subtle references to this
song before I understood why it was significant to him. Two others that meant something in his double
life: “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” and “The
Great Pretender.” He didn’t say
anything, but I sensed his inner reaction.
(more songs) “. . . .And
never said a word about tomorrow. . . But if I knew the magic it would take to
love you good enough on the outside and make you feel it on the inside, maybe I
could make you stay. . . “
4-11-73
Ed and I
Ed and I
B Want to hear about my phone call today?
E Go ahead, delighted to. While I'm making my drink, I can do that at
the same time, can't I?
B Sure.
Somebody called and gave his name and asked for Jean. I was about to say he had the wrong
number. Then I remembered that was the
name I had used when I called the Paul Benzaquin show the other day.
So I said what Jean do you mean, and he
said the one I've heard a couple of times on
Benzaquin's show.
E How'd he get your phone number?
B Because when I talked to Paul, he said How
about leaving your phone number with one of our people, and we'll call you back
and have you stay on the line so people can call in with questions and
comments.
So I gave somebody my number ‑‑
remember I told you I got kind of a halfway obscene call about five minutes
after I was on the show, and I figured it must be somebody from WEEI having a
little fun with me? [Mmhm, yeah.]
That's how they had my phone
number. But what this man had to say, I
couldn't believe. He said we're looking
for someone to do a kind of talk‑show Saturdays and wondered if you'd be
interested. Somebody like you who's been
trained to talk to people but not professional. . . .to discuss a variety of
topics, politics or whatever, and play devil's advocate.
I kept saying to him, you can't be for
real. I can't believe this. He got to be more and more convincing, so
finally I said, Well I really don't feel I'd be adequate for anything like
that, but why don’t you ask Thayer Williams who runs Community Sex Information.
Either she might be interested in trying it, or out of all our volunteer
trainees, she might think of someone who would be.
So then I got to thinking about it
afterwards and thought it's easy enough to call and check to see if there is
such a person. Why turn down the chance
to meet this person if he is for real and see the studio and sit and see what
he has to propose.
I called back and learned the man was in conference, but then he called
me back late this afternoon, and he was for real, and I'm supposed to go to the
Prudential Building Friday at 2:00. He
said we'll sit and chat and see how you sound on tape and have you read some
commercials and news announcements.
And I said I thought for anything like
this that there must be courses you have to take. And he said well, that's not how we get our
people. We usually get them from small,
out‑of‑town stations and they've been getting a pittance, and the only way you
really learn how to do this, how to put things across with vibrancy in your
voice is to keep doing it.
But I still feel, I have this funny
feeling that they just want to get a look at me, that they're interested in. . .[Is
this a TV thing?] No, it's radio, but
Paul's pitch had been for anybody who had had a radically different change in
their lifestyle to call, so I called and used the name Jean because I didn't
want to advertise for my friends in Cohasset.
I thought they might recognize my voice, but I would just deny it.
I was trying to get in a plug for
Community Sex Information. [Yeah, I know, this was your big thing]. So I told Paul my marriage had reached a
low state and I was so miserable I could hardly even get out of bed in the
morning, and finally I had asked for a trial separation, and since we had been
separated I felt much more friendly and kindly toward my husband, to the point
where we were seeing each other twice a week, and I enjoyed seeing him, and I
also had another friend I was seeing. That's when Paul said, This is
really, really interesting. What do your
friends have to say about this? And
that's when he asked me to stay on the line.
Funny, I was thinking this morning about
how the producer at Channel 5 had perked up her ears when I told her about
Carol Gray and how she and her husband were thinking of getting His and Her
apartments in the same building, and each taking a child. She had said, That's
the kind of interview we like to do.
I had this little fantasy about somebody
wanting me to be on the program, too, and I thought it through and I thought
Well, I wouldn't want to do that. I
wouldn't want to . . . .
[End
of tape]
[excerpt from tape of
Paul Benzaquin radio show] 4-23-72
Paul: Had a
call from a woman last week. She’s about
middle age. She realized she had been
walked on, she had been just the doormat there, and her husband didn’t have any
particular interest in her, so she said, I’m not going to do this any
more. She asked for a trial separation
and signed on as a volunteer with the Community Sex Information Center.
She met a man, liked him very
much. Her husband all of a sudden showed
great interest in her. She sees him two,
three times a week, she sees the other guy three times a week, and she does the
sex information thing in between. Now
that’s a real revolution. {Laughter from
female authors on show who had been discussing women and middle-age with Paul}
First
guest: I think she’s a very happy lady.
Second
guest: For being middle-aged?
First
guest: For being anything.
- - - -
[Argument with Jack about the pending law allowing girls under
18 to get an abortion without telling their parents]
B What do you want me to say, Jack? Whatever I say you’re gonna repeat in a
sarcastic way.
J As long as they don’t get pregnant, as long
as they’re able to keep from getting pregnant and keep having all the sex they
want, that’s the important thing. That’s
what they should have. It makes for a
terrific life.
B It’s a learning process. [Oh yeah.]
I wish I had been able to have sex without getting pregnant at 18, being
pushed into a marriage before I really knew anything about character or
men. I wish I’d had the experience with
him and then dated other guys.
J You have no tolerance for the other side
whatsoever. You don’t.
B You mean the way things were in the past?
J Do you think kids have to sleep with guys?
B I only know that they’re doing it,
Jack. THEY ARE DOING IT!
J Do you know why they’re doing it?
B Because I said they could?
J Because it’s accepted, that’s why.
B It’s because of the pill, that’s why.
J Well, that’s part of the acceptance, yeah,
the pill.
B It’s just as easy for a girl now to enjoy
sex as it always was for men.
J That’s not
what we’re talking about. Why should men
have it so beautiful? Women end up with
the pregnancy, they end up with the abortion.
B Yeah, they used
to, but they don’t have to if they—
J Oh, that makes you extremely right, I can
see. There’s a difference
between men and women, but you don’t choose to believe it.
B Of course there’s a difference. Women have always paid the penalty, and the
man didn’t have to, he got off scot-free.
Now neither one has to pay the penalty.
J Scot-free?
Jeez, there’s more guys paying out dough for things you call
scot-free—they never get off scot-free.
B Well, then hopefully not so many of them
will be paying for unwanted babies that they fathered.
J Somebody has to pay for unwanted babies.
B You mean like abortion? [Yeah.]
Well that’s preferable to having a baby before you’re equipped to care
for it.
J So that makes the first part of it okay—as
long as they can get rid of it.
B What’s the first thing? Is it the screwing that bothers you? That’s your puritanical background. Is that what sticks in your craw? You just hate to think of those young people
going to bed with each other, don’t you!
You think that’s terrible. Well,
then, it’s just one more thing we can’t agree on. I don’t think it’s so terrible.
J You think anyone who wants to go to bed, whether
they’re 15, 14, or 13, anything goes.
B No, I think that’s unfortunate. I think parents should do all they can to
explain to children that this is something they should—
J And then forget it, forget it.
B No, not forget it, just keep trying as long
as they can, the way we all keep trying as parents. We do the best we can, and no matter what
happens about this law, you keep on doing the best you can.
J Do you agree with this? Do you think there should be a law that kids
should be able to have an abortion without their parents knowing about it?
B I do. I don’t think kids should have to be trembling and worried sick, wondering,
What am I going to do? If I go to a
doctor and say, Look, I’m pregnant, they’re gonna tell my parents and I know my
parents are going to hit the ceiling, and it’s gonna be terrible.
J What would the parents—you say hit the
ceiling, but what’s the outcome? What do
you think the parents would do?
B Some mothers feel so strongly that they
might force this child to have a baby she didn’t want. And I don’t think anybody has a right to
force something like that on a young girl.
I don’t think making love before marriage is such a terrible thing. It’s a way of getting experience and getting
to know the person that you may want—
J They’re kids, Barbara, they think the guy is
in love with them.
B Jack, you try to keep them from smoking
before a certain age, right? [Oh shit,
we’re not even talking about the same thing.]
You wish to God they wouldn’t smoke, you wish to God they wouldn’t get
pregnant. You do everything you can to
influence them about things that—
J Why do you talk about smoking?
B Smoking?
Smoking could kill them.
Smoking could be a heck a lot worse for them than sex. It could really do them in, in the end.
{long
silence, then change of subject}
B Listen to this, Jack. I was looking through my old diaries and
found this page dated July 1935.
“He’s awfully tanned and he’s a little
taller than I am. Oh, I love him, I love
him, I love him!” That’s crossed
out. “I wish I knew whether he liked me
or not. Mother probably wonders why I formed this sudden passion for golf, but
I really do like the game a lot, although I like my caddy much, much much
better. I like him even better than
Nelson Eddy.”
J How old were you then?
B A little under 14. Then skipping ahead to August 11th,
“I scratched out what I wrote on July 27 because it was so silly and
childish. Now my Big Moment is John
Rush.”
Jack, I can tell you’re not
listening. I don’t think you’re as
fascinated with my 14-year-old self as I am.
J Of course I’m fascinated. Are you going out with Paul Benzaquin?
B I don’t know.
J
What do you mean, you don’t know.
B When he called me a while ago, there was
only one night either one of us had free for the next two weeks, and for all I
know, the whole thing might fall through.
J Oh, wouldn’t that be terrible. Gee, my heart bleeds for your problems. He doesn’t have time in the day?
B Well, how much time do you have in the day?
J You’re comparing me to him?
B I’m comparing any working man.
J Oh.
{Unclear sound}
B (laughing) I never heard that kind of sound
from you before.
(Back
to abortion argument)
J I think I should be the one my daughters
would turn to, but you think somebody else should take care of it. If they become pregnant, don’t tell the
parents, let the doctors take care of it.
Give them an abortion.
B No, but see, I really do think you thought
her abortion was the result of one little random trip to bed. She just got carried away one time, wasn’t
that what you thought?
J Well, don’t say it like that, dear. That’s where you spoil yourself, you
know? You’re perfect up to a point
[Nobody’s perfect.] but then you say, Do you really think that, as if you’re so
on top of things in comparison to me.
B I’m sorry.
J You should be. You assert yourself. There’s no bounds to you sometimes.
B I’m sorry, dear. I did think that was what you thought at the
time. [No, it’s not what you think, it’s
how you say it, Barbara.] I thought you
were naïve not to realize she has probably been having—
J Oh, I know you think she probably was, and
you’re more than likely right.
B So I think when you find your daughter has
had an abortion, you don’t assume it was just one little slip—
J You fluff it off, as if it were nothing. You
fluff it off, like that’s life, Jack.
B I don’t fluff it off! I would have a serious talk with her, and I’d
say, Carol, if you are going to have an intimate relationship in the future
with a boy, call Community Sex Information and find out how you can protect
yourself from getting pregnant so that this will not happen again.
J Oh, I’m sure she knows how. Are you trying to get me down?
B I’m sorry, Jack, but a lot of unfair things
do happen in life. [Are you
really?] Well, you keep —will you quit
making me say I’m sorry every two minutes?
Honestly!
J Oh no, you’re not sorry.
B It can’t be me. It’s you and all that liquor you’ve been
drinking.
J Are you going out with Paul?
B He’s not taking me out to dinner or
anything. I figured he could come out
here, and we’d have a drink and—
J Is this where the date is -- here?
B I don’t know, we haven’t arranged it
yet. He’ll probably come out here
and—don’t guys usually pick dates up at their houses? Didn’t you used to? When you went out with that model, did you
pick her up at her house or did she meet you somewhere? What difference does it make where we
meet? I don’t know how you could
possibly think there’s anything to worry about, Jack.
J Why don’t you go out for lunch? Why are you having him meet you here?
B So I can waltz him into the bedroom. [laugh]
Okay, I’m glad you realize that’s ridiculous.
J Well, why are you? Why does he have to be here?
B BECAUSE HE’S PICKING ME UP AT MY
HOUSE. [He is? Is that a fact?] It isn’t, but it seems like a
possibility. Or maybe he’ll say, will
you meet me at such and such a place.
J Well, how did—what was said?
B He just kept talking, and I said I can’t do
it, no, I can’t do it then either, and—
J Can’t do it?
What do you mean?
B I said I can’t see you this date or that date. This night I see my ex-husband, this night I go
to a lecture, this night I’ll be seeing Jack.
He said, Your schedule sounds as busy as mine. How are your Mondays? I said Mondays are usually the most open.
J What was the call for? What was the reason for it?
B It was just a call. I told you exactly what he said.
J No, you didn’t. You never told me exactly—
B Jack, you’ve forgotten. He called and he said, “This is Paul
Benzaquin.” [Very interesting.] And I had to believe it because his voice is
so distinctive. And he said, You
shouldn’t have let me get a look at you the other day.
J Like you could avoid him.
B He said I shouldn’t have come in there to
see this program man at the station. He
said, I’m very impressed, you strike me as a woman who really has her head on
straight. I’d like to talk to you and
get to know you a little better. When
could we get together?
J When could we get together, he said.
B Something like that. I don’t remember what he said or how he said
it.
J I’ll bet he’d like to get together.
B Now you’re being paranoid. Jack, I’ve never had much in my life except
the routine of being a mother and bringing up children and doing the mending
and the carpooling and—
J This is a big thing. This is a big thing for you because he’s
Benzaquin, and he thinks like you.
B No, not just Benzaquin, the whole
everything. Meeting all those people at
the studio and —
J I don’t know why I make a big deal of
it. The bigger deal I make out of this,
the more you’ll be attracted to him.
B No!
Not physically. I’ve always been
attracted to his way of thinking, and he really is funny.
J I never thought he was funny.
B You didn’t hear him telling about the
Chihuahuas.
J I don’t want to talk about it. . . .
Thank you Barbara!!!! With much admiration, I am your Devoted Fan, Deirdre (born & raised in Hingham 1956-1980; now + forever a New York City gal)
ReplyDeleteDear Devoted Fan Deirdre -- What a thrill to receive your heart-warming message on my daughter Kathie's 76th birthday! She will be happy for me when I share it with her. Ed and I moved to Cohasset in 1944 and lived on Sandy Cove for 22 years, so New York City gal and I were neighbors for a spell. You might be interested in my memoir, published by Little, Brown in 1991, or in my blog
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Cheers!
B: Congrats to you & your daughter on this special day! My mother, Smith '48, spent her last summer of '88 on Sandy Beach w/the Beach Broads & Jerusalem Rd > Atlantic Ave was one of our favorite all season family car cruises. As an HYC lifeguard in the mid 70's, you may have seen my sitting on my "throne". My younger sister (Neck St N Weymouth) is driving to LP as I type to visit WallyM; wish I was with her & could drop by for a chat. I admire your strength, vibrancy, patience, compassion, openness, writing & much more. Back to sprucing up my resume now. Best! Deirdre
ReplyDeleteAll I can gasp is Wow! I wish you could be with your sister, too. Concerning resumes, reviewing them has kept Dr. Kathie very busy lately. I will convey your congratulations to her. Many many many thanks for your very very very kind words!!!
DeleteSheesh! I tell you I wrote a memoir, then neglect to add its title, Take My Ex-Husband, Please -- But Not Too Far.
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