Saturday, February 27, 2010

Clairton Heroes and Patriots


Patriotic For No Particular Reason

Thank you Putz Martin: Ten months worth of blogs ago in this space we honored the late Richard Martin. He had fought a gallant battle against cancer but lost. He was a Clairton lad who left his mark on the community as a law enforcement officer, including a stint as Clairton Police Chief. Richard had two brothers. Leonard, named after his Dad, took on the nickname Putz. He was a little stockier and shorter than big brother Rich. Jimbo, the youngest was a scrawny kid who came up to Richard’s shoulder. We all played football on Waddell Avenue, along with Franny Metro, the Pesta brothers, Larry Triglia, Mike LeDonne, Jim Beam, and others who wandered in and out. Somebody always had a football. The goals were the front bumper of Mr. Jone’s ’37 Ford and the telephone pole. The plays were, “Go to the front door handle, cut left, and I’ll throw the ball to the headlight.” Other days we’d play full tackle football in Mr. Jacob’s pasture at the end of Waddell.

Who’d a thunk there could be a 6’3” midget?: Putz contacted me recently and we reflected over the “good old days.” He emailed me a photo of three senior citizens – one in a police uniform, one in an American Flag shirt, and one in full uniform. The occasion was Memorial Day and the “short” person on the left was Richard, at 6”3.” Putz stood in the middle at 6’4” and little Jimbo, at 6’7” struck a handsome pose in his dress Army uniform. Putz also sent me a link to a virtual wall that lists Viet Nam casualties by last name and city. I discovered the following Clairton heroes who gave their lives for our country: PFC Terry Lyle Booth, PFC William Noel Cole, SGT Robert Doering, Spec4 Fredrick Paul Gillen, LCPL James Lloyd Pettiford, PFC Wayne A. Podlesnik, SFC Albert Edwin Smith, CPL David Leland Smith, and LCPL Dennis Michael Wargo. I thank the families of these brave young men and may they rest in peace. Clairton heroes all. And Thank Leonard “Putz” Martin for the link: http://www.virtualwall.org/istate/istatpa.htm

Clairton residents have long been patriotic: As a lad growing up in Clairton one of my most poignant memories is of the Roll of Honor that occupied the entire corner of St. Clair and Miller Avenues. On it were the names of the gallant servicemen who had served in the Second World War. The American Legion has also played a role for veterans to gather and for young people to learn of our country’s heroes. From the web page of American Legion Post 75 comes the following:

“The American Legion was incorporated on September 16, 1919 by an Act of the 66th Congress of the United States.

Daniel Keffer Post 75 was organized in Clairton, Pennsylvania, in June 1920 and received its charter in August 1920 with a community dinner held at the "Clairton Inn," afterwards known as the Penn Clair Hotel. The first commander was Dudley H. Polhemus.

Meetings were held for several months in the Municipal Building. Then portable buildings were occupied on lots located where the Clairton Post Office is now situated.

In 1933, following negotiations with the Carnegie Land Company, Daniel Keffer Post 75 gave up its location at the corner of Fifth Street and St. Clair Avenue, and occupied quarters at 540 St. Clair Avenue.

The Post operates under the original charter granted in August, 1920 and also a separate and distinct charter of incorporation granted by the Courts of Pennsylvania in 1933.

During World War II, Post officers and members were heavily engaged in the sale of war bonds, the operation of the various Rationing Boards, and the support of American Armed Forces abroad and on the Home Front. After the war, the Post saw a great increase in membership as the veterans returned home. Members established scholarship funds, contributed time and money to many community activities, and sponsored local sports teams.

On November 15, 1965 Post Headquarters at 540 St. Clair Avenue were vacated, and
temporary quarters were taken up at the Hirshberg Building on the corner of Large and Miller Avenues.

The present Headquarters at the corner of Mitchell and Miller Avenues were occupied on July 1, 1966,

To this day, Post 75 continues to be a strong force in the community, donating to many charities, granting scholarships, and helping to support the band, the sports teams, the firefighters and many other worthy organizations.”

Clairton has had its share of heroes, perhaps more than its share. It is the proud home of Congressional Medal of Honor winner Captain Reginald Desiderio as well as many service men and women, some of whom have returned home, others who have not. Clairton was featured as the hometown of Viet Nam war buddies and heroes in the classic 1978 film “The Deer Hunter.” Whether Clairton residents have remained in the area or scattered with the winds, all can be proud to have come from such a proud heritage.

A little blogging music Maestro… as a tribute to our proud Clairton soldiers we dedicate the Clairton High School fight song:

“It’s Clairton High School, it’s Clairton High School
The pride of ev’ry student here.
Come on, you old grads, join with us young lads,
It’s Clairton High School now we cheer, RAH, RAH
Now is the time boys, to make a big noise,
No matter what the people say,
For there is none to fear the gang’s all here,
So Hail to Clairton High School, Hail.”

Dr. Forgot
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Friday, February 19, 2010

How Far Have We Fallen?


What have we become?

A story long ago: Today’s post mixes personal history with confusion and frustration. Bear with me if you will, or click it off and wait for a happier post if you prefer. Fifty years ago this June I was lucky enough to count myself among the Clairton High School graduating class. I left the quencher, Clairton Park, Haines Super Market, the Daily News, Clairton Progress, and all my boyhood memories behind and traveled 2,000 miles to attend a university. I did not want to attend college but my father insisted, so thinking I’d trick him into letting me join the Marines, I said that I’d only attend college if I got to choose the school. Then I laid it on him – a school I’d only heard of from a classmate. It was thousands of miles away. A church-sponsored university sponsored by a religion that neither my father nor I had heard of. No way would he say yes. But he said yes, and at the tender age of 17 I ended up a stranger in a strange land – Provo, Utah.

With the help of my parents’ financial support plus working nearly full time in the campus library, and being a bit entrepreneurial, I graduated four years later debt-free and with a degree in Psychology. Whoops! No job prospects for a psych major (except car sales, clerking in a J.C. Penney store, or flipping burgers), so I accepted an offer from a family friend to teach the sixth grade for a year until I decided what I wanted to do when I grew up. My gross salary that year, 1964, was $4800 and by the time the school year ended, my bachelor lifestyle had put me in debt by more than $12,000 – more than one-quarter of my salary.

Back to the Wild West: I returned to Utah, married a college girlfriend, and moved to Idaho to teach school. The next 20+ years were spent working two and three jobs trying to extricate myself from debt while raising a family and living a “normal” life. Finally, as I neared my 50th birthday the residual debt was cleared and I began to save a little for retirement.

Mine is not a unique story for those of my era – the leading edge before the baby boom generation – we were generally responsible about living up to our obligations. Times were not always good. Sometimes we would pay $5.00 per month on a debt until it was retired, but rarely did we stick a merchant with an unpaid bill. Rarely did we hide behind bankruptcy, or attempt to get debts discharged without paying them. That was unheard of.

TV ads galore: Fast forward to 2010. I am inundated daily with TV ads that blare, “If you owe more than $10,000 we can reduce or eliminate your debt.” The ad includes testimonials of people who boast, “I had $ 25,000 in credit card debt and only paid $2,000.” Other testimonials boast that their entire debt was “wiped away” by using the company that is being advertised. What is wrong with this picture? To me, those ads are like fingernails being scraped across the blackboard. Advertising media is encouraging Americans to eschew their obligations, and that is just plain wrong!

Americans are whiners: I fear that we have become a nation of snipers and I’m concerned that people like those who have made this country great over the years might buy into the mentality that pervades the airwaves. Why think? Why create? Why be innovative and try to solve your problems when it is so easy to dismiss them? Blame it on the government. If you are a Democrat, blame the Republicans. If you are Republican, blame the Democrats. If you are an ultra conservative or liberal, blame everybody. Pick at the country as though it were a scab. It is so much easier to criticize rather than offer solutions. Sit around and get fat by eating comfort foods then blame the airline that says you’re too fat to fit in one seat.

An old and dear friend and regular blog reader sent me an email that included a song called “Born Again American” sung by multiple people, all complaining that their government had let them down. My response was as follows:

An opposing opinion: This piece (that was sent to me) was well done and creative. However, it feeds into all the negativity that is much of what our problem is, in my humble opinion. I hear people pissing and moaning, and bemoaning what our country has become. I see a Republican in Arizona attacking another Republican (John McCain) in Arizona because he is not Republican enough. I see a Democrat Senator with a legacy of governing in Iowa quitting because he is fed up with the hatred and bullshit that pervades Congress. I see right wing radio attacking their foes like the Devil himself and listeners piling on like a bunch of hyenas who have discovered fresh prey. Everything I see and hear on the internet and in the news regarding our country smacks of "Oh my, what victims we are. Our country has been taken from us and we want it back. Boo hoo. The other side is trying to destroy our country...." etc. etc. etc. ad nauseum.

What I DO NOT hear: "This is how we can make America great again." What I do not see is what has made our country great in the past – Henry Ford with the automobile, American men and women uniting for the cause during WW-II when our country went from ground zero to the mightiest nation in the world by turning our factories into suppliers of needed goods, or two college dropouts like the ones who started the Hewlett Packard company in their garage, or two other college dropouts who started up Apple computers in their garage or Bill Gates who created the means for us to do what we are doing this instant.

We have always had a propensity for whining in this country but there have also always been those gifted, creative folks who ignored the "poor me" syndrome and focused on creating or inventing something that was the next big boon in our economy and for our society. I don't see that happening today. All I see and hear are the TV and radio pundits attacking but do not offer solutions, and their 300 million listeners who nod and clap their hands in approval like so many trained seals.

Where are the thinkers? Where are the creators? Where are the inventers? Until they step forward you can have as many "Born Again American" songs as can fit on a CD-ROM but our great country will continue to wallow in the pettiness and bickering of the lost tribe of Washington DC and the jackals who continue to attack them.

The antidote: Identify the problem(s) then stop the bitching, bickering, whining, pissing, and moaning. Instead, work toward a solution.


A little blogging Maestro… “Welcome to the Working Week,” by Elvis Costello

Dr. Forgot
http://drforgot.com

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Happy Valentines Day




Hearts and Funeral flowers

Bang the drum slowly: Father Michael Bercik was a Clairton guy. He became a priest and was ordained at his home parish of St. Paulinus, after which he moved to parishes from Pittsburgh to Boston. Father Michael served as pastor at Saint Pamphilus Catholic Church in Pittsburgh for eleven years, served as pastor at St Ann's Catholic Church in Marlborough, Massachusetts for fourteen years, and served as pastor at Saint Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church in Derry, New Hampshire. He also served on the Provincial Definitorium of the Providence of the Immaculate Conception. He died of complications from diabetes and kidney failure. He leaves Milbrey Campbell of Tennessee, his twin sister and brother Fred of Charleroi.

One life ends, another begins: Last week’s snow storm in Clairton brought the Blue Flame Restaurant’s service to a screeching halt. With no power for a week the local restaurant was unable to host the civic group meetings, post-funeral mercy dinners, or the many regulars who stop by for good food and conversation. But life must go on. At least that was the case with 30-year old Questa Giles of Charleroi. She was very, very pregnant during the snow storm when a little voice inside her began to say, “Neither rain nor snow nor sleet nor hail will stop me from making my grand entrance into the world.”

Questa’s mom Gelinda Giles piled her daughter and almost grandchild into the car and headed up the recently opened Highway 43 to its terminus at Rte. 51 for a hospital, braving the weather. Once the Blue Flame came into sight Grandma, Mom, and almost Baby all knew that the ride was about to be interrupted. They whipped into the semi-snowbound parking lot and with the help of Jefferson Police Officers Sgt. William Potts and his partner Stephanie Behers, added one more life to the world in the person of 7 pound 8 ounce girl named Emani. The three generations of Giles eventually made it to the hospital where Mom and Baby are reportedly doing well. Grandma is still shaking. Perhaps the Blue Flame sign will be changed to read “Blue Flame Restaurant and Birthing Center.” If not, surely their parking lot will be remembered as a place of Special Delivery.

St. Valentine’s Day is for the birds: One myth held that if a young girl saw a particular bird on St. Valentine’s Day she would marry a particular type of man. Blackbird = man of the cloth, bluebird = man of humor, dove = man of kindness, goldfinch = man of wealth, robin = man of the sea, sparrow = man of the country and if she saw a woodpecker on Valentine’s Day she’d remain a spinster.

Top 10 gifts for her on Valentine’s Day: #10, a personally cut CD with her favorite music, #9, tickets for a weekend getaway to either her favorite spot or a romantic place you want to explore (hint: DO NOT take her to the romantic place you and your ex enjoyed so much). # 8, lingerie. Be sure to tell her that she looks better than the models at Victoria’s Secret. #7, dinner out at an upscale restaurant and make it a very special night #6 by getting there in a limo. #5 Chocolates in a heart shaped box, #4, a huge bouquet of roses complete with baby’s breath and greens. #3, jewelry, depending on your budget this could be a heart-shaped locket or lots of diamonds. #2 is poetry. If your ability is limited to “Roses are red, violets are blue,” or if you can only rhyme love to above, perhaps a fine poem from a commercial source would be your choice. And the #1 gift for a most special Valentine’s Day is the renewal of your vows. Take her to a chapel. If I may use the line that you used when wooing her, “Trust me.”

Nothing says “I love you” like a… dolphin? For as long as there’s been romance there have been symbols of love. Today we are most familiar with flowers, especially roses, hearts, lovebirds, doves, and of course Cupid and his arrows. Scholars tell us that Valentine’s and romantic symbols over the years have included pendants, crystals, butterflies, and even dolphins.

Cupid is the son of Venus, the Goddess of Love. According to mythology whomever his arrow hits will fall in love with the first person s/he sees. The love knot concept was born in the Muslim culture where women would send a message of love to a man by tying the knots of a carpet in a certain way and sending him the carpet. It is believed that on Valentine’s Day love birds and doves found their mates. And of course, the heart is the very center of life. Hence, the symbol of cupid’s arrow piercing the heart has come to represent true love.

A little blogging music Maestro…. Today there can be no better selection than John Paul Young’s, “Love is in the Air.”

Dr. Forgot
http://drforgot.com

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Warming the Cockles of your Heart


Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful…

Raindrops keep falling on my head: As I place pen to parchment (figuratively speaking of course) this morning, there is evidence of rain in the desert. A week ago there was rain for a few days and the total rainfall for those few days was more than the entire rain that was measured in 2009. More rain last night and predicted today as well as tomorrow. The phenomenon is called “El Nino,” which is Spanish for “little boy,” and was supposedly named for the Christ child. El Nino (pronounced el neen’-yo) is a good thing since the desert southwest has been in a drought for more than a decade and Lake Mead, which provides water to the Las Vegas Valley, has seen its water level shrink over that decade. Here’s hoping the drought is over and the Colorado River fills the lake to the brim.

I guess that’s why they call it the blues: Meanwhile, back in our old hometown of Clairton, PA the weather issue is of a different nature. My spies who still live in our old hometown tell me that this morning (Saturday, February 06, 2010) some 20 inches of snow have fallen in the Greater Clairton area, which includes the teeny suburb of Pittsburgh and other villages. Interstate highways in the area as well as the Turnpike are void of traffic. The electricity is off in Clairton and surrounding communities. The weather channels on the internet tell me that today’s high in Clairton will be 25F, with an overnight low of 7F and tomorrow’s high is expected to be 21F. Let’s hope that electricity comes back on. Otherwise be sure to have a blazing fire going in your house – provided of course, that you have a fireplace.

Another Clairtonian of note: Richard Bruno grew up in Clairton. He excelled in his studies after graduating in the late 1960s and went on to Duke University where he earned a degree in Mathematics. Richard returned to the area and enrolled in med school at Pitt and did his residency in Family Practice in South Carolina. For the next 20 years Dr. Bruno treated diplomats and their families at various U.S. Embassies and served as personal physician to Secretaries of State. Six years ago Dr. Bruno retired from civil service and accepted a faculty position at Lynn University in Miami, FL, teaching algebra and Scientific Literacy.

Dr. Bruno was part of Lynn University’s “Journey of Hope” team, 14 faculty and students that focused on community service. They were doing their work in Haiti, providing food for the poor, when the earthquake struck January 12. In fact, the team was at Hotel Montana in the middle of the area that was destroyed. On January 15, eight students who had been rescued returned to Miami. It was reported February 13 that Dr. Bruno's body had been recovered.

January 28, President Ross of Lynn University announced that while they still held out hope, the time to grieve has come. We send our condolences to the family of Richard Bruno, a Clairton boy/hero, missing and presumed dead in Haiti.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree: Dr. Bruno had three daughters, all of whom were inspired to make their marks in life. Middle daughter, Kelly, has a “chip off the old block” attitude. Kelly Bruno, 25, like her dad, is a Duke graduate and medical student at North Carolina. Her dad not only inspired her to pursue medicine (as he did an older sister to go into nursing and the younger sister to study forensics) but Kelly inspired Dr. Bruno start training for triathlons.

Despite a rare birth defect that forced Kelly’s right leg to be amputated at six months of age, she became a world-class triathlete and Ironman competitor while wearing her prosthetic. By age 18 she was a track star. She beat out 400 other contenders to be selected to as a ball girl (court attendant) at the U.S. Open at the National Tennis Center in New York last year. She makes it into this blog by virtue of being sired by a Clairtonian. That’s the only thing she wasn’t able to do on her own.

Cold weather? Warm up with this: We often focus on the Clairton of days gone by, but there are many heartwarming stories in today’s Clairton. Take for example Dr. Jerome Stevenson, pastor of the Morning Star Baptist Church in Clairton. While attending a CHS basketball game last year he noted that the players were not all wearing the same shoes as they do on many teams. In fact, many players’ shoes were ragged and looked like regular school shoes. So he did a little research and found out that the cost of purchasing new shoes for every player on both the boys and girls basketball team at CHS would cost about $1600.00. A lot of money, right? Not for Pastor Stevenson’s congregation.

The congregation raised the money and the pastor prevailed upon the management at Dick’s Sporting Goods in Homestead to offer a 10 % discount on top of the sale price that had already been discounted by 30%. And that’s not all! Not all the required sizes were available at the store in Homestead so store employees called other stores in the area to complete the shoe buy. The shoes were presented at halftime of the first game of the season.

But wait, there’s more! Dr. Stevenson and his parish have a new project. He is currently raising money to pay SAT fees for CHS seniors who are unable to afford the College Board tests. He intends to continue that project each year. Bravo, Dr. Stevenson. In case any blog reader would like to help in Dr. Stevenson’s efforts, contact information is: Morning Star Baptist Church, 307 Shaw Avenue, Clairton, PA 15025-1848. Phone: (412) 233-3644 or 233.7289.

A little blogging music Maestro… “With a Little Help from My Friends” by the Beatles.

Dr. Forgot
http://drforgot.com

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Clairton Churches


Welcome to Clairton, City of Prayer

So says the sign:
We have written much regarding Clairton. The sign that welcomes one to town has long read, “Welcome to Clairton, City of Prayer.” The sign did not read, “#1 Coke Producer in the World.” Clairton has always been proud of its churches and has embraced the parishioners. But churches are made of brick and mortar and although they might stand for decades or even centuries, as the complexion of a town changes, and as its demographics change, so must the churches change to keep up with the needs of their flocks.

St. Mary’s Serbian Orthodox: Several years ago I was visiting my mother in Clairton. Both my parents were born there and both attended school in Clairton. My mother, as a child, attended St. Mary’s Serbian Orthodox church on Reed Street. That building had a fascinating history. The Serbian Orthodox church started out as a Presbyterian church located on the corner of Fifth Street and Large Avenue. The well to do Presbyterian congregation wanted to build a new church several blocks away on the corner of Fifth Street and Mitchell they sold their existing building to the Serbians. It was moved several blocks down Large Avenue and over to its current location and christened St. Mary’s Serbian Orthodox Church.

On this particular occasion the Serbian Orthodox church was celebrating its eightieth birthday. Mt mother, then in her mid 80s attended the festivities with me at her side. Together we walked down the stairs toward the basement hall and she commented that these were the very stairs she ran up and down and played on as a little girl. That day she needed my arm to help her negotiate the stairs. The Serbian church recently closed its doors for good due to a dwindling congregation. There is not telling what will happen to the beautiful edifice.

The City of Prayer: Clairton’s motto is apt. The Clairton Silver Anniversary book published in 1947 lists, in no particular order, the following houses of worship in a city of some 10,000 souls: Trinity Evangelical Lutheran Church, St. Paulinus Roman Catholic Church, First Presbyterian Church, First Methodist Church, United Free Gospel Mission, First African Methodist Episcopal Church, Wilson Presbyterian Church, Clairton Christian Church, St. Joseph's Roman Catholic Church, Morning Star Baptist Church, Pine Run Methodist Church, The First Slavish Roman Catholic Greek Rite Church, St. Clare's Roman Catholic Church, Episcopal Church of the Transfiguration, Christian Missionary Alliance, Mount Oliver Baptist Church, Church of God in Christ, Greek Church, Serbian Orthodox Church, and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

Fast forward 60 years: A regular reader of this blog sent me a news article that appeared in the Pittsburgh newspaper a couple of years ago. It highlighted St. Paulinus church and one of its parishioners who had attended the church for some 60 years. For the past 20 of those 60 years she had volunteered to clean the church, dusting and polishing the pews and interior. St. Paulinus was hand built by parishioners and community members during the height of the Great Depression. It is a beautiful stone building perched proudly on a hill overlooking the Monongahela River in the Wilson section of Clairton. Two years ago the church saw its last mass preached and it closed. Of the remaining parishioners many switched to attend St. Clare of Assisi, formerly St. Joseph. Shrinking finances as well as a shrinking congregation made helped the Diocese of Pittsburgh make the decision to close St. Paulinus.

St. Paulinus Parish was small and without enough money for a professional architect or builder in the midst of the Great Depression when the bishop gave it permission to build a church. The pastor at the time, announced that the parishioners would build the church themselves and brought stone for construction from the “nearby New England Hollow,” according to church history.

The building committee studied the architecture of many European churches and eventually came up with a design. Several facets of the architecture of the works of Medieval craftsmen were replicated during church construction. The bell tower was modeled after the towers of the walled city of Carcassonne, France, and the ciborium, a wooden canopy over the altar, was said to be made of the wood from abandoned riverboats and decorated with designs copied from a cathedral in Sicily. Church members made the ciborium, the altar railing, candleholders, sanctuary and sacristy, according to church history.

The women of the parish stained the church’s pews and are also credited with embroidering the altar linens and making the vestments for the altar boys. The church was blessed on Sept. 6, 1937, and the building was renovated in 1976 to accommodate changes in the liturgy.

First Presbyterian:
The “new” Presbyterian church that was built at the corner of Fifth Street and Mitchell Avenue had its largest congregation during the 1950s. That congregation included many movers and shakers in the town and that in turn led to the expansion of the church building. Church offices and a large hall were added during the 1950s expansion addition. The church served as the location for teen dances held weekly after home football games, as well as many other cross-denominational activities throughout the years. But the effects of changing demographics in Clairton have affected First Presby as well as the aforementioned churches. The building is deteriorating, donations and the congregation is small. The pews that once sat hundreds of Sunday worshipers now seat a handful.

Still the City of Prayer: As one door closes another one opens. The 1947 Silver Anniversary booklet lists 20 churches in Clairton. A listing of churches in Clairton today shows 20 active churches. Some of the older buildings might have needed updating and others might have closed. But new congregations sing and pray just as loudly today as they did 60 years ago. Clairton is still the City of Prayer.

A little blogging music Maestro… “Onward Christian Soldiers,” by any church choir.

Dr. Forgot
http://drforgot.com

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Open up Your Hearts

Clairton’s Neighbors

Little Midwestern Town: Ben Avon, PA is a small town not far from Clairton. A description of Ben Avon posted on its web site describes it as, “Located along the Ohio River between Emsworth and Avalon, near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Ben Avon is a vibrant community built in the past and restored for the future.

With a population of approximately 2,000, Ben Avon is home to numerous professionals working in Pittsburgh, who also want the thrills of a small town environment.”

Jamie McMurtrie is from Ben Avon. So is her younger sister, Ali. Jamie has been working at an orphanage in Haiti since 3003 and Ali joined her in 2007. Both lived in the infant house (ages up to 5 years) with the sickest and smallest orphans. So they were in the thick of things when the recent earthquake struck. They decided immediately that they needed to spring into action to save as many of the 61 orphans as possible. Below is a recent newspaper account of the results of their efforts. Thanks to blog reader Carol Walsh for telling us about this biggest humanitarian effort for the smallest victims:

Rescue mission bringing Haitian orphans to Pittsburgh
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
By Sadie Gurman and Jon Schmitz, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

A team of medical personnel accompanied by Gov. Ed Rendell and U.S. Rep. Jason Altmire was in the air and headed to Pittsburgh early today with 53 children from an orphanage in earthquake-ravaged Haiti.

The mercy mission, which included medical staffers from several Pittsburgh area hospitals, was beset with paperwork problems involving the orphans that forced the rescue team to return on a different plane.

But after several hours on the ground at the airport in Port-au-Prince, the children boarded a C-130 military transport plane and took off around 11 o'clock last night, bound for Homestead Air Force Base in Florida. After a refueling stop, the plane was to fly to Pittsburgh.

The mercy mission, funded by an unknown sponsor, left about 11 a.m. yesterday from Pittsburgh International Airport aboard a Republic Airways chartered jetliner that carried Mr. Rendell, Mr. Altmire and the medical teams.
But after landing in Port-au-Prince early yesterday evening, the jetliner, which was only allowed to remain on the ground for two hours, was forced to depart before officials could resolve some documentation issues, said Gary Tuma, a spokesman for the governor.

Mr. Tuma said officials scrambled to secure another plane to bring the orphans back to Pittsburgh.

The rescue mission came in response to messages last week from sisters Jamie and Ali McMutrie of Ben Avon, who said last Tuesday's devastating earthquake endangered the health of 130 children in their care at the BRESMA orphanage in Port-au-Prince.
Mr. Tuma did not know whether any of the children had serious injuries from the earthquake, which destroyed a large part of their orphanage.

Earlier yesterday, officials said the plan was to have as many as 61 children, ages 1 to 4, waiting at the Port-au-Prince airport and immediately board the plane, which was under orders to leave within two hours. Once in Pittsburgh, they were to be taken to Children's Hospital of Pittsburgh of UPMC for evaluation, Mr. Tuma said.
UPMC officials early this morning put the number of children on board the plane at 53.
Also aboard the charter flight were medical personnel from UPMC, West Penn Allegheny Health System, Pittsburgh Mercy Health System and Excela Health.
Catholic Charities has made arrangements for their care until they are adopted, he said.

About 90 other children from the orphanage were being taken in similar rescue missions conducted by the Dutch and French governments, he said.

The Pennsylvania mission was arranged with various agencies including the U.S. State Department, the Department of Homeland Security and military.

"The reason the governor is personally on the plane is that the Haitian ambassador thought it was important to have someone of his stature on the plane so if the mission ran into difficulty he might be able to break down some of the barriers," Mr. Tuma said.

He said he did not know how the mission was being funded.
Also among those on board was Mary Carrasco, director of A Child's Place in the Pittsburgh Mercy system, which provides care for children who are abused, neglected or in foster care. With her was a Haitian interpreter who speaks Creole to communicate with the children, according to Joan Mills, who works in Dr. Carrasco's office.

Over the days leading up to the trip, Dr. Carrasco and her team gathered medical supplies including Pedialyte, wipes, diapers, cups, bottles, pacifiers and other items to care for the children.

Ms. Mills said they expected to find children beset with dehydration, diarrhea and other problems related to lack of food, water, health care and sanitary facilities.
Also on the flight were Joyce Leifer, a pediatrician who is associated with Children's Hospital; Ed Sites of the University of Pittsburgh School of Social Work; Connie Moore of Excela Health's Latrobe Hospital, who has experience as a pediatric nurse; and three professionals from West Penn Allegheny: Chip Lambert, an emergency medicine doctor, Deborah Bohan, a physician's assistant in pediatrics critical care at AGH Suburban, and Arc Balest, a neonatalogist.

Ms. Moore told Robin Jennings, an Excela spokeswoman, in an e-mail at 11 a.m. yesterday that the medical team was in the plane and ready to go, waiting on the tarmac, with Mr. Rendell and Mr. Altmire aboard.

Ms. Jennings said Ms. Moore explained some of the logistics, including that the plane would be assigned landing and departure times in a two-hour window. At that point, Ms. Moore wrote, the plan was for the children to be present at the airport, screened on the tarmac and taken out of Haiti.

In addition to its personnel on the flight, West Penn Allegheny was preparing to receive children at its Suburban Campus in Bellevue if necessary, said Dan Laurent, a spokesman for Allegheny General Hospital.

"Suburban Campus is the site of our inpatient pediatrics program -- including pediatric critical care. Dr. Susan Kaczorowski, a pediatric critical care specialist and chair of the Department of Pediatrics, has been involved locally in the effort. She said the on-flight medical crew will likely be triaging the kids on the flight to determine who needs to go where," he said.

Luke Hingson, president of Pittsburgh-based international charity Brother's Brother Foundation, said sponsors of the flight, whom he declined to identify, offered space on the plane to carry medical supplies. He said the organization provided "several thousand pounds" of supplies, including antibiotics, surgical packs and instruments.
Dr. Lambert, who also is volunteer medical director for Brother's Brother, planned to stay on the island for several days to consult on medical matters, Mr. Hingson said.

The offices of Reps. Mike Doyle and Sens. Bob Casey and Arlen Specter also were involved in arranging the flight, but Mr. Altmire was said to be leading the effort.
The U.S. State Department was made aware of the flight but did not organize it, according to spokesman Matthew Buffington.

Allegheny County as of yesterday had identified more than 300 licensed caregivers to provide housing to the children, spokeswoman Megan Dardanell said.

Tracie Mauriello, David Templeton, Karamagi Rujumba, Jill Daly, Pohla Smith, Dan Malloy, Dan Majors contributed to this report. Jon Schmitz can be reached at jschmitz@post-gazette.com or 412-263-1868. Sadie Gurman can be reached at sgurman@post-gazette.com or 412-263-1878.

A little blogging music Maestro… “Through the Eyes of a Child,” by Reamonn.

Dr. Forgot
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Saturday, January 23, 2010

Daddio of the Raddio


Today's post came to me as an email from Clairton gal Dee Martin. I considered shortening it or posting it in segments but decided to post it as it was written.

PORKY CHEDWICK: RADIO'S IGNORED PIONEER
- By Ed Weigle

"Any entertainer of my era who says they don't know who Porky Chedwick is, they're damn lyin'! That's the cat that played the records. I know." –Bo Diddley
"Porky Chedwick?! Now you're taking me back! --Dick Clark

"Porky Chedwick is a legend!" --Charlie Thomas, The Drifters

I've finally had enough of so-called music and radio "historians" who believe they've told all the important stories there are to tell. The last straw for me came on February 4, 2001, when I phoned my dear friend and mentor back home in Pittsburgh, Porky Chedwick, to wish him a happy 83rd birthday. He's been "The Daddio of the Raddio" and "The Founder and Creator of the Oldies" to all of Pittsburgh for most of his 54 years on radio. For me, he's been a beloved member of my family, ever since he kindly offered me guidance as I embarked on my own broadcasting career at age 13. His recommendation of my Steel City alma mater, Point Park College, years later, even led to my first national gig, voicing promos for HBO, Cinemax and other television networks. This great friend, second only to my parents as my primary career influence, has helped launch a few notable music and broadcasting careers, since he first manned the "air chair" in 1948. Still, the millions of people—like you, perhaps-- who may have never met him or heard his name, are the true beneficiaries of his unique legacy.

Our conversation that wintery day was uncommonly brief. Porky was bundled up and scrambling to catch his ride to WLSW-FM, a suburban Pittsburgh station where he hosted a Sunday oldies show. Later that evening, he added another record hop to his current total of more than 7,000 he's hosted since the late 1940s. While much younger men are retired or passing out lollipops to children in department stores, "The Platter Pushin' Pappa" has no intention of ever stowing away his 45s. "Spinner Sanctum" will remain open for business in The Oldies Capitol of the World as long as he has a breath. I've often said that Porky would never consider retirement because he can't find a rhyme for it!

"The Bossman," Porky Chedwick has remained as familiar as Pirates, Steelers, Penguins, Iron City Beer and Heinz Ketchup to four generations of Pittsburgh's. For two consecutive years, beginning with his Golden Anniversary in radio in 1998, our city honored Porky with the annual "Porkstock" summer oldies festival-- the only such tribute given a disc jockey, living or dead. It was quite an affair, while it lasted, showcasing day-long concerts by scores of rock and roll pioneers, including Bo Diddley, Little Richard, Johnnie & Joe, The Skyliners, The Marcels and many others, whose early careers Porky helped boost. A local bakery even took to the airwaves to sell "Porky Pies." Sadly, the implosion of Three Rivers Stadium also ended what could have become a great yearly city tradition. To their credit, WQED-TV's T.J. Lubinsky (grandson of the founder of Savoy Records) and concert promoter Henry DeLuca have featured Porky on their nationally popular PBS R&B/doo wop television specials, taped at The Benedum Center.

Craig "Porky" Chedwick, from Homestead, Pennsylvania, blazed a dual trail on the east coast, by establishing a foundation for what another Caucasian and fellow Pennsylvanian, Alan Freed, called "rock and roll" some four years later. Simultaneously, by airing all "dusty discs," Porky also pioneered oldies radio and the associated billion-dollar industry, which keeps record labels like Rhino (headed by Pittsburgher Richard Foos) thriving today. Porky's extreme importance to the history of radio-- and to music as we know it-- is undeniable, given the voluminous documentation that exists and countless fans who witnessed his milestones personally. Still, for reasons unknown, the history books have completely overlooked him. Even the fact that Porky was recognized for his accomplishments by Congressman Ron Klink on the floor of the US Congress on October 5, 1998 hasn't enticed scholars to look more closely at this man we call "The Founder and Creator of the Oldies." Our friend, the late composer and Skyliners vocal group founder/manager, Joe Rock, observed to me once, "Alexander Graham Bell did invent the telephone, but he never owned a piece of AT&T. It's the same with Porky and oldies."

Porky Chedwick was anything but a shrewd businessman, who sought to become fabulously wealthy at the expense of the artists whose music he played. He remains a simple man, who merely looked to our industry to make an honest living, doing something he enjoyed. Although he was the first to perpetuate this music, Porky's lack of business savvy and reputation for being too kind, virtually assured that he'd never be able to fully capitalize on that fact. Money has never mattered much to Porky-- I've seen him giving a homeless man his last bus fare and then walking home, miles away. I believe he would simply like to finally be given his due credit, among all the other DJ luminaries who, in fact, came after him. By ignoring the very important part Porky played in both the radio and music industries, no account of the roots of rock and roll can be complete. Hopefully, this article will help to correct this inexcusable historical oversight, before still another birthday goes by for him.

Visitors to Cleveland's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame can find Porky Chedwick among other radio icons—the only Pittsburgher so honored-- whose airchecks (on-air recordings) and biographies have been preserved for posterity. No known early transcriptions of his radio shows exist, so his "aircheck" is actually a 1993 re-creation done for the "Cruisin'" record series. The recording features a portion of his most famous theme, "Bongo Blues," by The Dee Williams Sextette and vintage jingles by The Platters and The Skyliners. Also included is his early-'60s theme, "Here Comes Bossman Porky," by an un-credited Ruby & The Romantics, rescued and re-mastered by me from the original studio acetate Porky used to carry to sock hops in a giant satchel of sleeveless 45s (I've recently learned that a former radio station owner, with whom Porky had dealings in the '80s, refused to give this and other original jingles back to him.. I'd like to see Kurt Angle unleashed on him some night on WWE Smackdown!). Unfortunately, the biography in the exhibit fails to tell how, days after his radio debut on August 1, 1948, Porky pioneered the oldies radio format and became the first white disc jockey on the east coast to present a program of exclusively black R&B, gospel and jazz. Unlike most white R&B disc jockeys who followed his lead in the overnights, Porky's broadcasts were in broad daylight (For the record, Los Angeles DJ, Hunter Hancock, now in his late 80s, preceded Porky by less than a year as the first white disc jockey to play all contemporary R&B. Porky and Hunter are both the first and the last surviving DJ pioneers of their respective coasts).

Fifty-four years ago, Munhall High School graduate Craig Chedwick-- known as 'Porky' for amusing, if not enviable reasons-- was already a well-known public address announcer at local athletic events and a sports "stringer" for the Homestead newspaper. One day he read that a small daytime-only radio station, soon to debut in the suburb, was looking for announcers. WHOD AM 860 would provide ethnic and foreign language programming for Pittsburgh's vast immigrant blue-collar. Porky's local popularity was well known to the station owners and he was instantly granted a five-minute Saturday afternoon sports commentary program. Days later, the show, sponsored by Toohey Motors auto dealership, was expanded to include music from Porky's own collection of 78s. The tunes Porky featured were so well received, the sports portion was dropped and his "Masterful Rhythm, Blues and Jazz Show" became a half-hour program. Station management had no idea that the records Porky played were at least several years old. As more sponsors signed on, the show was expanded to five hours, seven days a week and finally occupied the noon-to-five weekday slot as "The Porky Chedwick Show." During the summer months, when FCC regulations allowed WHOD to broadcast as late as 8:45 PM, Porky was allowed to fill the hours the station couldn't sell. With only 250 watts of power, the signal was more than sufficient to garner Porky a large following-- so much so that his show eventually became a thorn in the side of 50,000-watt monster KDKA and even competed for listeners with Pirates baseball broadcasts! "The Porky Chedwick Show" remains a fixture on WAMO AM 860 today, every Saturday afternoon, where it first originated.

The records Porky aired on WHOD were ones he had collected over the years and had been playing at social gatherings around Pittsburgh's racially integrated suburbs, using a single turntable and a borrowed guitar amp. In Porky's own impoverished steel-working neighborhood-- described by him as being like a "secluded island" of about 60 homes "with yards infested with children in torn clothes"-- a white man playing Negro music was nothing extraordinary. Poverty, he told me, had a way of uniting his entire community into one extended family, where skin color was inconsequential. As the second of ten children, Porky's parents relied on him to keep his younger siblings entertained and out of trouble. One of his many nicknames, "The Pied Piper of Platter," may have been inspired by his taking all local kids under his wing and offering them refuge through his music. "I was mainly looking for the gospel sound and down-home rhythm and blues," remembers Porky, "The songs which spoke of the problems of poor people. That was my music." In the '30s and '40s, "race" or "sepia" records were banished to a record store's back shelves or bargain bins, since few were sold. Many, from Sunny Mann's Record Store in Homestead, were simply given to Porky. "I used to have to blow the dust off them before I could play them, " remembers Porky, "(Later), on the air I called them 'dusty discs' and the Porky Chedwick sound was born!"

Porky's "sound" established the immense R&B-based repertoire of uniquely Pittsburgh oldies, most of which never felt the regular kiss of a turntable stylus anywhere else on the planet. Scores of these records may have remained in obscurity, had he not featured them prominently, because they were released only on fragile macerate 78 r.p.m. discs. By the time radio began to embrace black records, 78s were being phased out in favor of much more durable 45s. Porky's practice of playing old records became a novelty, picked up by disc jockeys across America. Radio stations like New York's WCBS-FM and K-Earth in Los Angeles would maintain oldies formats for decades. Record labels emerged, dedicated to meeting the increasing demand for rock and roll nostalgia. When promoter Richard Nader conceived his first major "rock and roll revival" concerts—essentially the catalyst for the '50s music revival of the 1970s—he cited his influence as none other than his hometown hero, Porky Chedwick.

By 1949, record promoters with long-overlooked black independent labels had learned of Porky's groundbreaking efforts with oldies on WHOD, so they inundated him with contemporary R&B. He happily accepted new material and helped launch many recording careers. Still, oldies would always dominate his playlist. Nothing could ever make Porky play a record that he didn't believe his "movers and groovers" would "dig." He never took a dime for playing a record, insisting that music belonged to everyone-- a fact that satisfied payola investigators, when they came knocking on his door in 1960. From the WHOD studios, situated in the back of a candy store on the bank of the Ohio River, the sounds of Roy Brown, Wynonie Harris, The Dominoes, Hank Ballard and The Midnighters and The Drifters— and their often provocative lyrics— first reached young, Caucasian ears in a major east coast market. Joe Rock, a one-time A&R man himself, recalled, "Porky could get away with playing records that would come closer to causing hell with the FCC than anyone." Often, Porky would astound visiting record label reps by taking a 45 out of their hand and "banging" the B-side, instead of the "plug" side. Porky knew what his dedicated legions wanted and was responsible for putting Pittsburgh on the cutting edge of music in the 1960s, making it a major testing ground for R&B through the '70s. He revealed his reason for the music's popularity to Billboard Magazine in 1966: "It's a good interpretation of basic emotions. I've got kids brainwashed. They like the groove stuff."

"The Station of Nations," WHOD, abandoned their ethnic manifest in 1956, when they became the property of Dynamic Broadcasting. The new owners re-christened the station WHAM, an acronym for the rivers Allegheny, Monongehela and Ohio. WAMO's format became country and western, with "The Porky Chedwick Show" the only exception to the twang! By then, rock and roll had begun to capture a national audience and record companies— not just black interests— were beating a path to Porky's studio door. Col. Tom Parker, Elvis Presley's manager, was one such caller, but Porky felt Elvis was (ironically) "too country." For years, the only "Hound Dog" heard on his show was the 1953 original, by "Big Mama" Willie Mae Thornton (It's amusing to note that at the first "Porkstock" in 1998, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame officials presented Porky with a large framed momento, heralding the museum's new "Elvis Is In the Building" exhibit! When Porky returned from the stage after accepting the award, he looked a bit puzzled. I said to him, "So what the hell else could they give you? A tie?" The folks from Cleveland obviously didn't realize the irony of their kind gesture). In 1958, WAMO underwent its most revolutionary change, when it switched from "hillbilly" to an all-R&B format, with an all-black air staff. All except for Porky, that is.

Although Porky's show was decidedly black (in fact, most people thought he was black), he would occasionally feature white acts. Most were local and sounded anything but white. One such artist was the late singer/songwriter, Johnny Jack (Greco), whose parents were Sicilian. His first national release at age 19 in 1959 was "Smack Madame," inspired by Porky's rhyming on-air patter. "We took the record to Clark Race at KDKA and he refused to play it," recalled John, "He said the lyric 'smack Madame mammy jammy get it all' was filthy. But the real reason he wouldn't play it was printed right on the label-- 'As originated on The Porky Chedwick Show!' Even the big stations were afraid of Porky!"

Porky was one of the first DJs to openly and vigorously promote a Christian lifestyle, free of alcohol, drugs and tobacco (By his own admission, Porky's only vice was girls, although I've known him long enough to confidently add coconut crème pie!). Ironically, while Porky was being lambasted by the vanilla establishment for corrupting (white) youngsters with his "evil music," his private crusade against juvenile delinquency—which included having young boys from juvenile court placed in his custody—was earning the accolades of Sen. Estes Kefauver, then the voice of American Morality. Porky established youth baseball leagues, outfitting his teams and supplying them with baseballs sent to him by his brother in the Army. The kids loved Porky, in spite of what their parents thought. Joe Rock remembered, "When I'd listen to Porky on the radio, my father used to say, 'Turn that damn thing off!' Of course, my father and he became friends years later, because by then, the music Porky played represented the good old days."

Porky's youthful audience responded to their "Pied Piper of Platter" with such fierce loyalty, one can only look back in wonder. The fact that he didn't even have 1,000 watts behind his signal until 1960 makes it all the more extraordinary. "Porky's Pulling Power," as WAMO sales literature of the time called it, was so monumental that when Porky would open the microphone and shout over the record, "Blow your horn!" during a wailing sax solo, the entire city would respond with a cacophony of car horn blasts! Once, while excitedly "breaking" a new song, he proclaimed, "This is on fire!" Within minutes, sirens blaring, the Homestead fire brigade stormed the studio, responding to hundreds of phone calls from listeners insisting the station was burning down! The police weren't amused, either, the time Porky suggested his audience stop whatever they were doing and start dancing. The resulting traffic tie-ups from teens getting out of their cars to dance in tunnels and on parkways created gridlock for miles. At a remote broadcast he did under the marquee of the Stanley Theater downtown Pittsburgh in 1961, more than 10,000 kids crowded the streets. Police estimated that there were another 50,000 in transit, causing such a traffic jam that Mayor Joseph M. Barr personally came down to request an end to the broadcast. "Kids were packed so tightly, you could literally stand on the shoulders of the people and walk for blocks," remembers Porky.

Porky's rock and roll shows were late on the timeline, considering much earlier ones presented by other DJs, like Alan Freed. Still, they were no less grand. "The Porky Chedwick Groove Spectacular" on May 11, 1962, at the newly-built Pittsburgh Civic Arena, is still perhaps the largest multi-bill rock and roll concert the city has ever seen. Variety reported the show grossed more than $35,000-- an amazing sum for its time. More than 13,000 kids packed the arena, while some of the more than 3,000 outside, who had to be turned away, vented their anger by lobbing rocks and bottles at the arena dome. Jackie Wilson headlined the day-long affair, with 21 other acts, including Bo Diddley, The Flamingos, The Marvellettes, The Five Satins, Jerry Butler, Ketty Lester, Johnny Jack, The Skyliners, Patti LaBelle and the BlueBelles, The Castells, Bobby Vinton, The Drifters, The Debonaires (a local group, whose record, "The Holly Lind," paid tribute to the street where Porky lived), Gene Pitney and The Coasters— all for a ticket price of $1 to $4! A few of the artists did the show for free, as a way of thanking Porky for his support. Porky's generosity with free promotion made local artists just as popular with teenagers as the national acts. Johnny Jack remembered how Porky rushed backstage at that show to tell him that there was a young man outside the arena who was claiming to be Johnny Jack. John didn't care, but his Sicilian mother, Angeline, insisted on going out to see the imposter, who apparently could have been John's twin. "There he was, signing my autograph!" said John. "My mother walked up to him and said, 'You Johnny Jeck?' He gave her a big smile and said, Why, yes!' She shook his hand and said, 'I'm-a please-a to meet you— I'm-a you mama!'" (John was a great friend of ours, who went on to pen and record many local hits, including "Comes Love," for The Skyliners— on which he also sang baritone— and "Born Poor," the B-side of "The Rapper," a Top 5 national hit for The Jaggerz in 1970. His 1962 cover of "Need You" remains a top Pittsburgh favorite. Lou Christie gives both John and Porky credit for helping to launch his career. Sadly, we lost John to cancer seven years ago).

In 1964, WAMO left behind the drab yellow-brick building at the end of the Homestead High Level Bridge for a more prestigious address—and another drab yellow building-- at 1811 Boulevard of the Allies, downtown Pittsburgh. A year later, when Porky was named "Pittsburgh's Favorite DJ" by Esquire Magazine, station promotional flyers were already calling Porky "a legend in his own time." He remained the top advertising draw at WAMO through the end of the decade. Record stores had trouble keeping in stock the many oldies compilation albums to which Porky had lent his name and picture. Unfortunately, his lack of business acumen kept him continually at the mercy of charlatans who absconded with most of the profits. Porky told me once, "I made a million dollars, but I never saw it. I don't think God wants me to have money because he knows I can't handle it." He never enjoyed the comforts of a six-digit salary, like his more famous contemporaries, nor did he even make union scale for most of his career. In the early '90s, Porky declared personal bankruptcy. He continues to live, basically, from sock hop to sock hop.

Porky's private life could itself have been culled from a blues lyric. Although he raised two sons, Paul and Michael, to successful adulthood, the cards seemed stacked against him where family was concerned. He experienced the grief of losing two sisters as a youth, two infant daughters of his own and a 16-year-old son who bore his name. An accidental misfire of a neighbor's slingshot when he was just eight eventually cost him his right eye. As time went by, his trademark golden eyeglasses functioned mostly to protect his usable eye. Still, he maintained a feverish nightclub appearance schedule, once allegedly hosting a string of 110 consecutive nightly sock hops in the mid-1960s.

Porky's presence on Pittsburgh radio remained constant for most of his first 40 years. In 1972, he even hosted a pre-recorded overnight weekend show on legendary 1410 KQV. In spite of many offers to move elsewhere for more money, Porky could never leave the people and the city he loved. He only left Pittsburgh once—for one week, in the early 80's. As it happened, a Denver DJ mentioned "The Daddio of the Raddio" and was surprised to find a multitude of transplanted Pittsburghers living there. While Joe Rock filled in at WAMO, the Denver station flew Porky out to do an airshift and one of his famous record hops. Soon, changing times would cause a rift between Porky and the radio station he essentially put on the map.

By the dark days of the mid-1980s, when the "Less Talk, More Music and NO Personality" doctrine pervaded radio, Porky was viewed as somewhat an anachronism. Most of the "boss jocks" of the bygone era had become frustrated with super-programmed radio and retired shortly after music deserted the AM band. Oldies that weren't in the national mainstream were discouraged by WAMO's new program director. Unfortunately, those non-traditional oldies made Porky's show what it was! When he was forced to begin playing vanilla, stock-pop pap that he wouldn't have touched in his prime, his friends all knew that a break from WAMO was eminent. His failing eyesight was also making it increasingly difficult for him to cue records and he's sometimes start a record mid-song (The number of songs in his repertoire would have made recording his records on broadcast tape cartridges far too expensive and time consuming). Porky held out until 1984, when the station honored him for his years of service—then promptly sacked him! He returned to the air about a year later, following a phone call I made to an enthusiastic John James, the general manager of WEDO in McKeesport. For the next several years, "Pork the Tork" had an afternoon show and a producer to cue the records, which Porky alone selected. WAMO would not ask him back until 1992.

During this temporary decline, I was Porky's self-appointed chauffeur. A near-miss with a city bus as he crossed a street one afternoon to shake someone's hand almost cost him his life. We established our own "rat pack" social group, with Johnny Jack, Fred Johnson—the inimitable bassman of The Marcels—and Prof. Joan Williams of Point Park College's journalism department. Each Wednesday we'd meet downtown at Kason's or Costanzo's supper club. Several successful ideas were conceived at these meetings, including a cable TV mini-series I hosted with Porky and Fred, directed by Joan. One day, two of Porky's admirers, Jim Sanders and Skip Smith (cousin of Skyliner Jack Taylor), joined us at Kason's to discuss starting an oldies club, which would stage concerts by early doo wop artists. Today, The Pittsburgh Oldies Record Collectors Club-- whose acronym, P.O.R.C.C., was no accident-- is famous for doing just that. In 1989, we finally convinced Freddie to re-unite with his cousins, "Nini" Harp and "Bingo" Mundy, to perform and record together for the first time in nearly 30 years. The resulting a capella tracks recorded in my basement studio led to "Starlight Serenade, Vol. 4" on Starlight Discs, which Porky broke in Pittsburgh and Don K. Reed featured on WCBS-FM's "Doo Wop Shop" in New York. As a teenage radio personality and a rock and roll history buff, I was perhaps never so much in my element as I was with these great friends.

On Porky's birthday in1989, he debuted as host of a short-lived radio program, which was syndicated to several stations around the tri-state area from 1080 WEEP in Pittsburgh. It was called "Porkytown"-- a trainwreck of '50s doo wop and '80s pop, back to back. I think Porky even did the show for free. Fortunately for his ever-floundering finances, Porky's personal appearance dates kept coming fast and furious. We even worked together as club DJs for the first time at The Linden Grove, a newly refurbished historical landmark where Porky originally appeared in the 1950s. The throngs of Porky's fans who packed the giant dance hall caused fits each week for the Castle Shannon fire marshal. Two hours before he would take the DJ booth on Thursday nights, the parking lots—both the size of a football field—were already packed!

It has been suggested that Porky's excellent physical condition (excluding his eyesight and diminished hearing) today may be partly due to the many times he had to regularly resort to walking to his record hop engagements. Many nights he's walk for miles, lugging a heavy satchel of records, when he couldn't secure motor transportation. His physical fitness most certainly played a part in his swift recovery from brain surgery in 1990. When he was diagnosed with a large, benign tumor, it sent a shock throughout Pittsburgh and a national community of pioneer artists who still feel in his debt. Friends including Little Anthony, Hank Ballard, Lou Christie, Wolfman Jack, Johnnie and Joe, Bobby Comstock, The Marcels, The Vogues and Bo Diddley organized a benefit concert to help shoulder his huge medical bill. His recovery actually rivaled the Gulf War as a point of interest (beyond classic rock) on my WRRK Pittsburgh radio program, with listeners calling daily for a progress report. Porky received more than 5,000 get-well cards while in the hospital-- some just addressed to "The Bossman," care of West Penn Hospital. His wife of just several months, Jeannie, was a godsend to him. She quickly became very unpopular with many of the opportunists, who preyed on Porky's kindness. She continues to manage his business affairs admirably and I believe is entirely responsible for him doing as well as he is.

When Porky called me in1996 to tell me about his inclusion in the Cleveland disc jockey exhibit, Fred Johnson and I had the first and only gold record created for our friend. The inscription says it all:

"To the Founder and Creator of the Oldies: You'll live forever in the hearts of every artist whose name and music you brought before the public; every person who tunes to a radio station dedicated to the "Dusty Disc" and every aspiring broadcaster to whom you offered friendship, advice and inspiration. Congratulations on your recognition in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame."

I'm hopeful that someone—perhaps an historian or a screenwriter—may soon take a closer look at this under-appreciated broadcaster. Far too few people understand what Porky Chedwick's trailblazing achievements helped make possible. Whether you know him or not, it simply is not right that a man who truly was one of the earliest pioneers of the rock and roll era will be the last to be given credit, when-- if-- that definitive history of rock and roll is finally written.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

ED WEIGLE has remained one of the most prolific voiceover artists in America since 1980. Born in Pittsburgh and raised in the Greensburg-Latrobe area, he began his broadcasting career at age 13. After an on-air stint in Chicago in 1994, he left the "air chair" to concentrate on production and voiceovers, exclusively. He currently works for Nick Sommers Productions in Engelwood, Florida—One of the nation's three major radio and TV production facilities, specializing in live event tour commercials. Ed creates, voices and produces all radio spots for World Wrestling Entertainment and their various brands, including Smackdown!, Raw!, Tour of Defiance, King of the Ring, Summerslam and Wrestlemania. Although he vows his on-air association with radio will never again go beyond 60- and 30-second increments, he often waxes nostalgic for bygone days, when radio was still an honored tradition, not just a pastime for corporate accountants.. A time when personalities like Porky Chedwick could shine, as they never will again.

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