George Burns, Ted Montague, and my mother

When I was in New York this past week, I told Prudence Bury-Fuchs and her friends Mike and Christine O’Neal the story of my late mother’s friendship with a man named Ted Montague. My mother, Joanne Waffle, met Ted at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York, where they graduated in 1946. As seen below, Ted went by the name Peter Montague. Another graduate was David Andrews, later known as ‘Tige’ Andrews. Vince Beck was a well-known character actor who appeared in many TV shows, especially during the Sixties.

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American Academy of Dramatic Arts, Class of 1946

How I learned of Ted Montague was typical of a lot of things my mother told me later in her life, because it was something my sisters knew, and she was sure I did too, but I didn’t. It was 1996, and my parents had retired. My mother’s lungs weren’t doing well, the result of decades of cigarettes, and she was looking for a place to move in the southwest. She had made several trips to Arizona to look at properties, and before one of those trips she called and said that of course I knew that she had to postpone it. I said I did not know that, and I asked her what happened. She made reference to George dying, and my father’s name is George, so that really threw me for a moment. But then I realized she was talking about George Burns, and I said of course I knew Burns had died a few days before, but what did that have to do with anything?

It turned out that my mother had been looking at houses with the help of Ted Montague, who was retired himself, and living in Tucson. At some point in the 1940’s, Ted became friends with George Burns and Gracie Allen, and he worked as their personal secretary for many years. When Burns died, Montague attended the funeral, and from what my mother said he also had some related business matters to attend to. Here is a picture of Ted with Gracie, and some other friends.

After Gracie’s death in 1964, George helped set up Montague with an interior decorating shop in Beverly Hills. When my mother told me about it I said, “Mom, I, uh, think your friend Ted is probably gay.” To which she replied, with great effect, “Well, DUH, son!” This is Ted with a boyfriend. I suppose it’s the sort of snapshot that gay men kept in a locked drawer, back in those days.

With Ted’s help, my mother found a house near Phoenix, and my father lives there to this day. A few years after my parents moved there, Ted Montague passed away. I think it’s great my mother had a lifelong friendship with Ted, and it’s to my father’s credit that he saw it for what it was, and let it be.

Fri., Feb. 12, 1999
Rodney Theodore Montague
By VARIETY STAFF

Rodney Theodore “Ted” Montague, who spent 18 years as personal secretary to George Burns and Gracie Allen, died Jan. 16 of complications from emphysema in Tucson. He was 77.

Following his many years with Burns and Allen, he moved over to the MGM music department for a short stint before opening a decorating and refinishing shop on Melrose Ave.

Well known in Beverly Hills social circles, Montague retired to Tucson to be near his family.

He is survived by a sister and numerous nieces and nephews.

Pennsylvania SICK-5000

When I was in New York this week, I stayed at the same place as the last time I was in the city — The Hotel Pennsylvania, across from Penn Station. My last visit literally left a bad taste in my mouth, because I became deathly ill with food poisoning, undoubtedly from a turkey club sandwich I’d had for dinner at Lindy’s, a restaurant in the Hotel Penn building that had been a favorite of Milton Berle, who I would have avoided had I ever seen him. I never cared for Uncle Milty.

My night in the Hotel Pennsylvania wasn’t cheap, but it’s less expensive than most of the midtown hotels. That’s because it’s pretty much a rundown dump, except for the lobby. Besides the relatively low cost, I have an attachment to the place, because it was where I stayed the very first time I visited New York, when I was sixteen years old. The occasion was the 1972 Comicart Convention, back when the hotel was called the Statler-Hilton.

My friend Morris drove us there with his (now ex-) wife and their infant daughter. They’re listed in the program book as “Human,” which is a typo, because Morris’ name is Hyman. If you enlarge the scan you’ll see my name and that of comic book art legend Joe Sinnott, his late wife Betty, and their son Mark. As I mentioned a while ago, Dennis and I were going to meet Joe and Mark in Boston next month, but Joe had hip replacement surgery on Friday. I sure do hope it went well.

The Hotel Pennsylvania is most likely not going to be standing for much longer, and having stayed there just a few days ago, I’m sorry to say that I think it’s time for it to go. The New York City Council has approved a plan to replace it with an office tower. With so much attention being given nationally to the proposed Islamic cultural center, this bit of real estate news has stayed mostly local to the Big Apple. But beware, New York, because the developer of the proposed Penn Plaza project, Vornado Realty Trust, is the same outfit that has left a huge hole in the center of Boston for years.

Prue Bury’s new headphones

Prue said the headphones that British Airways has are too big. They slide down her head and she has to hold them up to her ears, so she wanted to find a better pair for listening to the movie on the flight to London today. Nothing fancy, like noise-canceling phones, just something that fits.

Mike O’Neal told us there’s a Radio Shack on West 57th Street, so Prue and I set off down Broadway on foot. Along the way, we passed an Apple retail store, and Prue said she wanted to go in and see an iPad.

I brought up Google maps, and in short order had a satellite view of Prue’s village in France on the screen. She was looking for a landmark so she could her trace the way to her house, when a sales guy showed up to “help,” and after much effort the screen ended up returning to a map of Manhattan. Well, that was enough of that.

We continued our search for Radio Shack, and when we found it there was only one style of headphones that wasn’t sealed in a blister pack. A sales guy was nice enough to take a pair out for Prue to try on. Without even adjusting the band they fit perfectly, so I bought them for her. The set included a pair of ear buds that Prue didn’t want, so I took those. I hope the headphones sound OK on the plane, but I won’t know until Prue gets home, after she stops to visit some old friends in London.

Prue Bury and the O’Neal’s

Prue Bury and I met in person Monday evening, at the Apthorp Building apartment of Michael and Christine O’Neal. The post before this one has a link to a New York Times article about the O’Neal’s and the Apthorp that includes an audio slide show with Christine, who is a delightful lady, and whose company I enjoyed very, very much.

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2009/03/05/garden/apthorp-interactive/index.html

Prue and the O’Neal’s go back 45 years, to her arrival from London in New York, where Prue lived for five years with her first husband. The friendship with the O’Neal’s stuck, as most friendships seem to do with Michael and Christine. I had a great time listening to Mike, who has many great stories and knows how to tell them.

Prue Bury with Mike O’Neal

Mike’s brother was the late actor Patrick O’Neal, who I remember very well from many TV shows in the 60’s and 70’s. O’Neal died in 1994, and it was not an easy death, as his wife Cynthia recounts in painful detail in her heartfelt memoir, Talk Softly.

As I told Prue, Cynthia’s book left a deep and lasting impression on me. Extremely honest in her portrayal of her family and the struggles of offering support services for terminally ill AIDS and cancer patients, Cynthia presents just enough glamour and show biz glitz to provide contrast to the realities of life and death. Talk Softly is touching and filled with sorrow, yet it is not a sad book, and I recommend it highly. (Yes, Prue and I have discussed the possibility of writing her own memoir, and I offered to stop the blog to concentrate on helping her, but for now this is just lunch chat.)

Patrick O’Neal’s credits included Night of the Iguana on stage, and The Way We Were on film. But being a sci-fi fan, what I remember him for is The Outer Limits, The Twilight Zone, and The Night Gallery.

In 1963, Patrick and Mike opened a restaurant that became a New York landmark, called The Ginger Man, named after a play that Patrick was in that had the misfortune of opening when JFK was assassinated. Later, after renovations, Mike renamed it O’Neals’. Unfortunately, after 46 years, the restaurant closed this past June.

Michael O’Neal owns another restaurant, just down the hill from the Apthorp. It’s a three-season, open-air operation called the Boat Basin Cafe, and that was where Prue and I had lunch on Tuesday, compliments of Mike, before we set off in search of headphones, of all things, as told in the next post.

Bad break for Joe Sinnott

Heard some bad news on my birthday. Yesterday, Mark Sinnott posted a message on the site he runs for his dad, the legendary Marvel Comics artist Joe Sinnott:

On Thursday, Sept. 9th, my dad received some bad news from his doctor that he has a broken hip and would need hip replacement surgery, Friday Sept. 17th. For the past 6 weeks, Joe has had severe pain in his left leg. 2 x-rays taken a week apart revealed a “slight” crack in the bone. For the past week Joe has been using a walker to get around. An MRI taken on Wednesday confirmed the broken hip. They say that it appears to be from degenerative bone, as he never fell. After surgery, Joe will have a 4 day stay in the hospital, followed by 1-2 weeks in a rehab center and 2-3 weeks supervised (not left alone). That’s if all goes according to schedule. It could be longer. Joe will still need a walker or cane to get around after all is said and done. If anyone would like to send Joe a get well wish after his surgery, please send them to the address below.

Thank you,
Mark Sinnott, Sept.10,2010
send cards to:
Joe Sinnott
PO Box 406
Saugerties, NY 12477

Here’s an example of Joe’s work, scanned from the original art. In the hands of a master like Joe Sinnott, india ink on paper is a beautiful thing. As you can see, Joe never takes shortcuts, and even when he was busy working full-time to support his family, he never rushed through a job to get it done, just so he could get to the next assignment.

Some years ago, Joe broke the shoulder of his drawing arm while visiting his old pal, writer Mickey Spillane, creator of “Mike Hammer” (Spillane died in 2006), but he came back from that injury to do work that’s as great as ever. Joe was scheduled to be in Boston for a comic book show in October. Dennis and I were really looking forward to seeing Joe and Mark, and now it’s very doubtful we’ll get to do that. But that doesn’t matter, because what we want is for Joe to get through the surgery and get well. You’re the greatest, Joe!

Joe Sinnott and Mickey Spillane