Today, December 9th is Eloise Jarvis McGraw's birthday. She would have been 95. She was the author of three Oz books:
Merry Go Round in Oz (1963)
The Forbidden Fountain of Oz (1980) and
The Rundelstone of Oz (2001).
I first wrote to Eloise Jarvis McGraw in 1979 when I was in my mid-teens. Her Oz book
Merry Go Round in Oz was almost impossible to find and, on a long-shot, I sent her a note asking if she had any copies. I had also recently acquired a few of her non-Oz books and I asked if she'd be willing to sign them for me if I mailed them to her with return postage. She quickly wrote back and explained that her "author's copies" of
Merry Go Round were long gone but that she'd be happy to sign the other books. I packed them up and sent them. In no time they were winging their way back to me. I was very excited! I'd made a connection with an actual Royal Historian of Oz!
I wrote her a thank you letter, she wrote back, I wrote her, and somehow we became pen pals. At first I assumed she was just being friendly to a non-adult "fan". But there seemed to be more going on than that. By the time we'd exchanged half a dozen letters some of hers were getting to be four typed pages -
single spaced!
She was writing me about projects she was doing, her upcoming trip to Europe, messing about the house, her print-making (she was trained as a fine artist before she ever started writing). I lapped it all up! It sounded so great! I wrote her about my life, too, but somehow I didn't know exactly what to tell her because my life was a chaotic mess. My parents had divorced two years earlier, we'd had a terrible house fire the month my parents' divorce was finalized. I was overly shy, somewhat chubby, and very inhibited.
A year later we finally met face-to-face at the 1980 Ozmopolitan Convention. Eloise and I talked a lot, and my mom, sister and I drove her to the airport at the end of the convention. Bad traffic and bad directions caused us to get to the airport just in time for Eloise to miss her flight.
I was mortified! I was also still overly shy, somewhat chubby, and very inhibited. We continued our correspondence though. I sent her stories I'd written, and told her about my gourmet cooking class in high school. Eloise was a gourmet cook in case you hadn't heard.
In 1983 I was going to go to the Winkie Convention in California by myself for the first time. My family and I lived in Minneapolis at the time so this would be my first major trip without a parent. Eloise was going to be attending too, with her daughter (co-author of their two Oz books) Lauren Lynn McGraw. Eloise wrote and suggested that if I could fly into Sacramento the day before the con we could stay at a motel in Sacramento, have dinner, and drive into Yosemite Valley for the Winkie Con together. Of course I accepted.
I landed in Sacramento in the afternoon and took a shuttle to our motel. About 4:00 Eloise and Lynn arrived. Eloise came to my door and said they wanted to clean up for a bit and that I should meet them at the bar in the hotel for a drink at five o'clock. The drinking age was eighteen in 1983
Hooray! [Apparently not! See comments] I wandered over to the bar and Eloise was already there. Lynn joined us a few minutes later. I ordered a Vodka Tonic.I must have been copying either Eloise or Lynn's drink order because I'm fairly certain I didn't even know what Tonic Water was! We went out for dinner to a Chinese restaurant that was a favorite of Eloise's. We had a relaxed and leisurely "grown-up" dinner with a bottle of good wine.
The next day we met for breakfast. Eloise showed me the distinct way she ate waffles. She ate the center first, leaving the outer ring for last. Then we drove into Yosemite Valley for the Oz convention. We got there fairly early and the Oz club's president, Peter Hanff, asked if I wanted to help greet the conventioneers at the registration table. I'd never been asked to help like that before.
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| David meets Eric for the first time. Peter Hanff at Left. |
The 1983 Winkie Con was great; and it had a huge impact on my life. It was while sitting at the Registration Desk that I met Eric Shanower for the first time. I was convinced he and I should become the best of friends. But apparently I was a little full of myself (I had just arrived at the con in the Royal Historian entourage in Eloise's white Mercedes) and Eric found my gloating to be a bit much. He eventually got over it and we've been together for over twenty years now. But
that's another blog post! The whole con was great! Especially the Saturday night party
(click here for a report).
Mid-day Sunday, the convention was over and Eloise, Lynn, and I headed back for another night in Sacramento. The next morning they departed for Portland and I flew home to Minneapolis. It had been a wonderful trip! But I couldn't bear one more wasted second of being overly shy, somewhat chubby, and very inhibited - and I determined to change my life.
Story continued here . . .
I thought F. Scott Fitzgerald might be too easy because of his very direct Oz Connection. He wrote a short-story called "Outside the Cabinet-Makers" in which a father entertains his daughter by making up a fairytale about the people they see on the street. The father describes all sorts of things, including an ogre, who is "transformed like Mombi in The Land of Oz." The story was originally published in the December 1928 issue of The Century Magazine. I reprinted the piece in Oz-story No. 1.
How about we play another round of Oz Connection! The mind-bending challenge where I give you three names, and you, the readers, tell me what each person's Oz Connection is! Eric Shanower and I developed this little amusement to entertain ourselves on long car trips. Here's how it goes:
If I said "Roddy McDowall" you could say, "Roddy McDowall starred in Planet of the Apes with Maurice Evans who played Dr. Zaius. Evans also played Samantha's father on the TV series Bewitched! where he was married to Samantha's mother, who was played by Agnes Moorehead. And Moorehead played Mombi in the 1960 Shirley Temple television movie The Land of Oz." This is four degrees of Ozzy separation.
