Marlene & Me

[Guest guest]

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

Next: Ava Gardner Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

[Guest guest]

Jack,

What an amazing story! Thank you so much for sharing it with us. I had always heard good things about Dietrich and you confirmed them!

Beth

Age 48 Fibrotic NSIP 06/06 UCTD 07/08

Change everything. Love and Forgive

& Me

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

Next: Ava Gardner Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

[Guest guest]

Wow! Great story Jack!

And to think, I only missed you by about a year!!! I would have been

a 21 year old A1C, stationed at RAF Barford St. from 1971-74.

Played on the RAF Upper Heyford soccer team which won 3 UK and 2

USAFE championships (one at Rota). Loved the UK!

Now, once I got into public relations years later, I did have an

encounter with Cyndi Lauper...not quite Dietrich, but hey,

girl's do " just wanna have fun " ...

Steve aka...Knip Dx 9/07 confirmed via VATS 12/07

57 NH

>

> It was 1970.  I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in

Madrid, Spain.  My job:  press liaison officer for the Joint US

Military Group.  This meant that I was the go-to guy between the

American military and all the press people from around the world

stationed in Madrid.  I soon learned that I was also the contact for

Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some

assistance.

>

> Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the

big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. 

So I got many calls for help of one kind or another.  There is an

Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in

her butt, something that I arranged.  I never got the beer he

promised me.

>

> At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a

teenager who was considered up and coming.  Unfortunately, he was

gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg.  Every

one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea

of doing a variety show.  My job was to line up some performers for

two hours of show.  I don't remember all the names, but they were

mostly what I call second tier actors.  Well known, but not really a

big star.  People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his

then wife Bo something who was known as the 10.  What surprised me

was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. 

They just looked pretty.  I did have Siobhan McKenna, one

of Ireland's biggest stars.  She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St.

Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

>

> On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a

guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich.  She

was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment.  " Can

you help us? "   Boy, do I have a deal for you.  Yes, I can if Miss

Dietrich would help me out.  I told him the story.  " Let me talk to

her and I'll call you back. "   He called to say that she would.  It

would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two

numbers.  I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel

so that he could rehearse with them.

>

> Good so far.  The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and

took a seat to listen in.  I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck

and then  sitting next to me.  She ordered a pitchure of

sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit.  She

proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no

back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. 

Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage

because the lights will blind me.  I've got that taken care.

> Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow

you to the stage.  She smiled.  I had done my research and learned

that she worked only with rose spots.  They make you look younger.

>

> She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping

forty.

>

> Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base.  She thought

the office I had for changing was just fine.  No temperment in this

lady.  When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. 

The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. 

She was fabulous.  She was now ready for her entrance.  Only I and

the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

>

> The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up

at the entrance.  The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a

standing ovation as she made her way to the stage.  She sang her

first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps

twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

>

> When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. 

, I don't know how to thank you, I said.

>

> Oh yes you do..  Get me an American hamburger.  So off we went to

the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on

his arm made a grand entrance.  We had the best and biggest

hamburgers you ever saw.  And a large audience of GI's who kept a

discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

>

> I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went

home to dream.

>

> loved the American armed forces and entertained them at

every opportunity.  In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went

she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform.  I

remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg

or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

>

> A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a

TV variety show.  The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. 

Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when

they were in Madris.  His name was Burt Bacharach.

>

> Next:  Ava Gardner

>  Jack

> 79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

>

[Guest guest]

Great story, Jack. I am guessing one of many! Thanks for sharing.

Diane IPF June 07New Brunswick, Canada

& Me

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

Next: Ava Gardner Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

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[Guest guest]

Oh Jack, how much fun you have had. I can't wait for the next installment.. Thank You Love  & Prayers, PeggyFlorida,  IPF/UIP 2004"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet, when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."  It was 1970.  I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain.  My job:  press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group.  This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid.  I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance. Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply.  So I got many calls for help of one kind or another.  There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged.  I never got the beer he promised me. At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming.  Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg.  Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show.  My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show.  I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors.  Well known, but not really a big star.  People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10.  What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle.  They just looked pretty.  I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars.  She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway. On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich.  She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment.  "Can you help us?"  Boy, do I have a deal for you.  Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out.  I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back."   He called to say that she would.  It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers.  I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them. Good so far.  The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in.  I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then  sitting next to me.  She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit.  She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front.  Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me.  I've got that taken care.Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage.  She smiled.  I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots.  They make you look younger. She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty. Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base.  She thought the office I had for changing was just fine.  No temperment in this lady.  When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown.  The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed.  She was fabulous.  She was now ready for her entrance.  Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing. The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance.  The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage.  She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid. When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone.  , I don't know how to thank you, I said. Oh yes you do.  Get me an American hamburger.  So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance.  We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw.  And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date. I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.  loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity.  In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform.  I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital. A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show.  The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why.  Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris.  His name was Burt Bacharach. Next:  Ava Gardner Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

[Guest guest]

Thanks for the story Jack. How lucky you were!

MamaSher, age 70. IPF 3-06, OR. NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Re: & Me

Wow! Great story Jack!And to think, I only missed you by about a year!!! I would have been a 21 year old A1C, stationed at RAF Barford St. from 1971-74. Played on the RAF Upper Heyford soccer team which won 3 UK and 2 USAFE championships (one at Rota). Loved the UK!Now, once I got into public relations years later, I did have an encounter with Cyndi Lauper...not quite Dietrich, but hey, girl's do "just wanna have fun"... ;)Steve aka...Knip Dx 9/07 confirmed via VATS 12/0757 NH>> It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.> > Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.> > At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.> > On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.> > Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.> Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.> > She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.> > Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.> > The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.> > When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.> > Oh yes you do.. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.> > I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.> > loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.> > A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.> > Next: Ava Gardner> Jack> 79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine>

[Guest guest]

Jack,You should be writing a book!!!What

wonderful memories. I've heard of all the

"second list "stars you mentioned. Isn't it interesting that there are

still so called stars who are just looks.

...like Paris Hilton and her crew!

Keep you stories coming. I for one am really enjoying them.My life has

been exceedingly

boring in comparison.

But I did meet Roy and Dale at a movie and once

Clarabell came to

a local theater and actually sat on my Mom's lap! And Eddie Fisher was

friends with my uncle!

Z fibriotic NSIP/05

Z 64,

fibriotic NSIP/o5/PA

And “mild”

PH/10/07 and Reynaud’s too!!

No, NSIP was not

self-inflicted…I never smoked!

Potter,

reader,carousel lover and MomMom to

Darah

and Sara

“I’m gonna

be iron like a lion in Zion” Bob Marley

Vinca

Minor-periwinkle is my flower

Jack Marshall wrote:

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed

in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US

Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the

American military and all the press people from around the world

stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for

Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some

assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the

big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So

I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an

Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in

her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised

me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a

teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored

in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one

wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea

of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two

hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly

what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big

star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then

wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that

most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just

looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest

stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which

they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call

from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich.

She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment.

"Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss

Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her

and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would

have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers.

I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he

could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and

took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck

and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of

sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She

proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no

back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front.

Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage

because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and

follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and

learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look

younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties

bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She

thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in

this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas

gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically

placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I

and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her

up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a

standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first

song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more

and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were

alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to

the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his

arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you

ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance

but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went

home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at

every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went

she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I

remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or

ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a

TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why.

Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they

were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

Next: Ava Gardner

Jack

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--I met Sally Starr once

and i danced with the Phanatic once Pink Joyce IPF 3/06 Pennslvania

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

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Jack That was a great story I cant wait for Ava " s

IPF 2/07 IL

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Pink, As a very little girl I was taken to

a TV show filming of

Big Top...it had Ed McMan as a clown!!!

I also knew the lady who was Pix-anne on Channel 6 here in Philadelphia.

The story from Jack just made me think of such fun stuff about "famous"

people I had encountered.

Thanks Jack!

Z fibriotic NSIP/05

Z 64,

fibriotic NSIP/o5/PA

And “mild”

PH/10/07 and Reynaud’s too!!

No, NSIP was not

self-inflicted…I never smoked!

Potter,

reader,carousel lover and MomMom to

Darah

and Sara

“I’m gonna

be iron like a lion in Zion” Bob Marley

Vinca

Minor-periwinkle is my flower

Joyce T Rosenberg wrote:

--I met Sally Starr once

and i danced with the Phanatic once

Pink Joyce IPF 3/06 Pennslvania

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF,

stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the

Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between

the American military and all the press people from around the world

stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for

Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some

assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain,

particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish

army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another.

There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther

a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he

promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull

fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately,

he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg.

Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the

idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers

for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were

mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a

big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his

then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was

that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They

just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's

biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc)

which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had

a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for

Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound

equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I

can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me

talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she

would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing

only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her

hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra

bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back

of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure

of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She

proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no

back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front.

Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage

because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door

and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and

learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look

younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late

thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base.

She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment

in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas

gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically

placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I

and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot

picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped,

then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She

sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through

perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we

were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off

we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with

on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest

hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a

discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good

night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and

entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and

wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in

uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and

broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was

watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't

image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's

accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

Next: Ava Gardner

Jack

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that is great! it must have been a lot of funPink Joyce IPF 3/06 Pennslvania

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

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Wow! Great story Jack!And to think, I only missed you by about a year!!! I would have been a 21 year old A1C, stationed at RAF Barford St. from 1971-74. Played on the RAF Upper Heyford soccer team which won 3 UK and 2 USAFE championships (one at Rota). Loved the UK!Now, once I got into public relations years later, I did have an encounter with Cyndi Lauper...not quite Dietrich, but hey, girl's do "just wanna have fun"... ;)Steve aka...Knip Dx 9/07 confirmed via VATS 12/0757 NH>> It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military

Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.> > Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.> > At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do

something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.> > On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound

equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.> > Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need

someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.> Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.> > She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.> > Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.> > The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot

picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.> > When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.> > Oh yes you do.. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.> > I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.> > loved the American armed forces and

entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.> > A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.> > Next: Ava Gardner> Jack> 79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine>

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Diane, it was a fine time but no more so than my date with you and your tank. Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

& Me

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

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Oh, Sher, I thought it was the other way around. thought so. Jack79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine

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Wow! Great story Jack!And to think, I only missed you by about a year!!! I would have been a 21 year old A1C, stationed at RAF Barford St. from 1971-74. Played on the RAF Upper Heyford soccer team which won 3 UK and 2 USAFE championships (one at Rota). Loved the UK!Now, once I got into public relations years later, I did have an encounter with Cyndi Lauper...not quite Dietrich, but hey, girl's do "just wanna have fun"... ;)Steve aka...Knip Dx 9/07 confirmed via VATS 12/0757 NH>> It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military

Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.> > Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.> > At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do

something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.> > On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound

equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.> > Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need

someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.> Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.> > She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.> > Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.> > The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot

picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.> > When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.> > Oh yes you do.. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.> > I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.> > loved the American armed forces and

entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.> > A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.> > Next: Ava Gardner> Jack> 79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine>

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Jack,You should be writing a book!!!What wonderful memories. I've heard of all the "second list "stars you mentioned. Isn't it interesting that there are still so called stars who are just looks...like Paris Hilton and her crew!Keep you stories coming. I for one am really enjoying them.My life has been exceedinglyboring in comparison. But I did meet Roy and Dale at a movie and once Clarabell came toa local theater and actually sat on my Mom's lap! And Eddie Fisher was friends with my uncle!

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Jack Marshall wrote:

It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid..

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity.. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

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It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.

Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.

At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.

On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.

Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.

Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.

She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.

Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.

The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.

When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.

Oh yes you do. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.

I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.

loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.

A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.

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Wow! Great story Jack!And to think, I only missed you by about a year!!! I would have been a 21 year old A1C, stationed at RAF Barford St. from 1971-74. Played on the RAF Upper Heyford soccer team which won 3 UK and 2 USAFE championships (one at Rota). Loved the UK!Now, once I got into public relations years later, I did have an encounter with Cyndi Lauper...not quite Dietrich, but hey, girl's do "just wanna have fun"... ;)Steve aka...Knip Dx 9/07 confirmed via VATS 12/0757 NH>> It was 1970. I was a 30 year old captain in the USAF, stationed in Madrid, Spain. My job: press liaison officer for the Joint US Military Group. This meant that I was the go-to guy between the American military and all the press people from around the world stationed in Madrid. I soon learned that I was also the contact for Americans visiting and/or living in Spain who might need some assistance.> > Hollywood was then making many movies in Spain, particularly the big outdoor type because they could rent the Spanish army cheaply. So I got many calls for help of one kind or another. There is an Air Force medic still dreaming about giving Esther a shot in her butt, something that I arranged. I never got the beer he promised me.> > At this time, the American colony had a favorite bull fighter, a teenager who was considered up and coming. Unfortunately, he was gored in the leg, developed gangrene, and then lost the leg. Every one wanted to do something to help him and came to me with the idea of doing a variety show. My job was to line up some performers for two hours of show. I don't remember all the names, but they were mostly what I call second tier actors. Well known, but not really a big star. People like Rita Gam, Vivica Lindfors, Dererk and his then wife Bo something who was known as the 10. What surprised me was that most of these people couldn't sing, nor dance, or juggle. They just looked pretty. I did have Siobhan McKenna, one of Ireland's biggest stars. She and Mendy Wager did a scene from St. Joan (of Arc) which they had done on Broadway.> > On a Friday afternoon before the Saturday show, I had a call from a guy who said that he was the accompanist for Dietrich. She was in town to do a show and they needed some sound equipment. "Can you help us?" Boy, do I have a deal for you. Yes, I can if Miss Dietrich would help me out. I told him the story. "Let me talk to her and I'll call you back." He called to say that she would. It would have to be between her two shows and she could sing only two numbers. I was to bring our orchestra the next morning to her hotel so that he could rehearse with them.> > Good so far. The next morning I had the orchestra bussed in and took a seat to listen in. I felt a warm hand on the back of my neck and then sitting next to me. She ordered a pitchure of sangria, a Spanish drink made with wine and lots of fruit. She proceeded to get me slightly tipsy while I explained that we had no back stage, that she would have to enter the theater from the front. Fine, she said, but I'll need someone to help me up on the stage because the lights will blind me. I've got that taken care.> Also, I have a rose spot that will pick up at the door and follow you to the stage. She smiled. I had done my research and learned that she worked only with rose spots. They make you look younger.> > She probably was 60 at the time, but looked late thirties bumping forty.> > Saturday I sent a major in to escort her to the base. She thought the office I had for changing was just fine. No temperment in this lady. When she came out, she was wearing her famous Las Vegas gown. The top was an unlined net, with a few sequins strategically placed. She was fabulous. She was now ready for her entrance. Only I and the orchestra knew that she was appearing.> > The orchestra began her theme song and the rose spot picked her up at the entrance. The audience turned and gasped, then gave her a standing ovation as she made her way to the stage. She sang her first song, then her second, and then continued through perhaps twenty more and her second show in Madrid.> > When the cheers died and the audience drifted away, we were alone. , I don't know how to thank you, I said.> > Oh yes you do.. Get me an American hamburger. So off we went to the NCO club, the only thing open, and this captain with on his arm made a grand entrance. We had the best and biggest hamburgers you ever saw. And a large audience of GI's who kept a discreet distance but kept their eyes on my date.> > I took her to her hotel, bid her thanks and good night, and went home to dream.> > loved the American armed forces and entertained them at every opportunity. In exchange, they loved her and wherever she went she was adored and pampered by our men and women in uniform. I remember one instance when she fell from the stage and broke her leg or ankle and was treated royally at the base hospital.> > A fesw years later and back in the the States I was watching a TV variety show. The host looked familiar and I couldn't image why. Suddently, it dawned on me that he was 's accompanist when they were in Madris. His name was Burt Bacharach.> > Next: Ava Gardner> Jack> 79/IPF - UIP/dx06/05 Maine>