A couple of days after launching the Radio Dog House I called a local radio friend to get to get her email addy so I could send her an invite to join. She asked if our forum was going to be like ___________ (not worth quoting here). Told her I had no idea but I would check it out. Let's just say her comments about that forum were not favorable. She sent me the link and I checked it out. If this were a place for comments I would have to agree with her but it's not so forget I said that....
Upon cruising that forum I was saddened to learn of the passing of Shirley Bartholomew an icon among News Directors who spent her entire radio career at KRKO 13-80 in Everett, WA beginning in 1943 and lasting well into the 70's before she served several years on the City Council. I knew Shirley and perhaps some of you folks did too.
I was prompted to reply to that post and would like to share it here:
"A long time radio friend told me about this site today. Frankly, I'm less than impressed with many of the posts from so called radio people. Really boring childlike junk. But that's a subject for a future post. Just as I was about to exit and likely not return I came across this post about Shirley. Not a nice way to find out about the passing of a friend.
I worked with Shirley at KRKO for about a year back in '68. I knew she must be someone special early on because she was allowed to bring her dog (she loved boxers) to work. I soon discovered she really was someone special outside of radio duties. A couple of weeks into my tenure she entered the control room, put hands on hips and said, "A little bird told me your birthday is this Saturday. What are your plans?" I told her I hadn't really thought about it. She said, "Good, be at my house at 6 and I'll fix you a nice birthday dinner. You need to fatten up, you're too skinny." Was I going to say no to that? I don't think so.
It was a wonderful dinner where I learned Shirley had a great sense of humor as we shared radio stories for several hours.
Not long after I was occupying a bar stool on Broadway shortly after getting off the 6P-midnight shift. Suddenly the tv blared with "Robert Kennedy has been shot!" Holy smoke, I raced back to the station to find the all night guy in a panic situation with the phone ringing, the wire service dinging constantly and him running back and forth from the newsroom to control room trying to keep up with bulletin after bulletin.
I played newsman for the rest of the night. Shirley came through the door at 5AM, took one look at me and said, "You look terrible, go home." She walked out to the parking lot with me. As I fell behind the wheel she said, "Thanks for staying all night Jack." I said anybody would. She said, "No they wouldn't Jack and never forget that. You're a good radio man."
That was over 40 years ago and I've never forgotten. And if I get to Shirleys corner in heaven I'm gonna fix her a nice dinner and we're going to share some more radio stories. Love you Shirley. God bless.
The police scanners have gone silent in respect.