CHUCK YEAGER ROAD – Photos added

December 1st, 2010

It was a long time coming but Monday, the road from Beale to Route 20 had been repaved. Since World War II, all they had ever done was patchwork – it was one big pothole. Took us 45 minutes to drive it.

To get it done, took 8 years from the time the money was raised and allocated by Yuba County and the Feds. No less than 4, and maybe twice as many, government agencies had to sign off on it. A curve in it had to be straightened – one airman a year was killed on that curve. Yes, probably driving too fast.

John Nicoletti emailed us to see if Gen Yeager would turn up at a meeting re the road about 10 months ago. We happened to be home so we went. General Yeager had been saying for years they should close the base if Yuba County wouldn’t repave that road. The Air Force when it assigned missions was very interested in egress systems, roads, access.

We attended one or two more meetings.

And Monday, they had a naming ceremony. General McGillicuddy (love that name – trips off the tongue. But must have been hard with all the forms one has to fill out in life) – spoke first.

John Nicoletti, Yuba County Supervisor, Chuck Yeager Road naming ceremony

General McGillicuddy knew about Chuck Yeager since he was 10 years old! Gen Yeager spoke a little – telling about doing boot camp at Beale. It was an army base –Camp Beale during World War II. Gen Yeager still doesn’t understand why a fighter pilot needed to practice crawling under barbed wire while they shot over you. (And he sure didn’t need to do that in France, after he was shot down and worked with the Maquis before escaping into Spain).

Gen McGillicuddy & Chuck Yeager review the sign spelled correctly!

General Chuck Yeager said he was honoured but mostly he is pleased that the airmen, who have to use the road, now have a safe road.

County Supervisor John Nicoletti gave Gen Yeager a piece of artwork – a bomb stuck in a piece of a road – suggesting that they may be why the road had so many potholes – bombing practice.

John Nicoletti shows Chuck Yeager the reason the road was a mess

Then he said, Many of you don’t know this, but General Yeager used to bring tomatoes he grew in his garden as gifts to the people on base. By the time he got to base on this road, it was salsa. Now the tomatoes will make it intact.

It was not open to the public. We weren’t sure we could make it – but we did and so did some friends of ours.

It was a nice ceremony. Short.  Tee hee. To the point and just wonderful.

An Honor for an American Hero.

Chuck Yeager Road. What an honor!

Thank you to all those who worked so hard to get it done!

The next day we drove on Chuck Yeager Road again. Took us 10 minutes instead of the 45 before the re-do. What a pleasure.

And just plain cool to see the sign as we drove by an intersection: CHUCK YEAGER ROAD.

Woo hoo!

c. GCYI

Madame Gabriel Lapeyrusse – Paulette

November 28th, 2010

Paulette was the widow of Gabriel Lapeyrusse, the Mayor of Nerac and head of the Maquis, who also kept Gen Yeager safe after he was shot down during World War II.

She had at first refused to see us. She was worried we’d be bringing in the cameras and film crew and she wasn’t looking her best. Her son assured us it was just General Yeager and I. She still hesitated. She still wasn’t looking her best – and Chuck Yeager was one of her young woman crushes.

Our last evening in the area, we got the call from her son: Paulette will see us. WITHOUT cameras or anyone else – just us!

So we told our film crew to go ahead and eat without us and took off. Gen Yeager wasn’t so sure about this – didn’t know what we would find at the hospital. He’s seen too much, been to too many as well as to too many funerals. But I assured him we wouldn’t be there too long but it would mean so much to her and to me.

We were meeting her son at her house for him to lead us to the hospital. He is a very lively, gracious fellow. His wife is also kind and fun.

I seem to always remember where that house is even this time in the dark night. I don’t know why but it made a big impression on me when we went 2 years ago.  A large square stone house with ivy – classic. It had a trap door to the ceiling – very hard to see.

Although many did, General Yeager himself never hid out there – it was too entrapping – no way out a back door or opening if the Germans searched.

Paulette’s son and daughter-in-law were there and led us to the hospital.  We went up the stairs and walked miles – like most hospitals – good for exercise I guess – and came to Paulette’s room.

She was nervous. Gen Yeager lit up when he saw her. She was beautiful, frail, small but beautiful. And in the dim evening hospital light, she emanated a beautiful brilliant light. She beamed. I don’t think a smile was ever broader or more sincere.

I was introduced. Gen Yeager said hello. We chatted a bit. And then Gen Yeager exclaimed: You are beautiful!

She knew he was saying something nice but she didn’t speak English so I translated.

And added: And you know it must be true because he is saying it in front of his wife!

We all laughed.

Me: And he’s right!

Paulette was so delighted to see “Charlie” – and to see him as handsome and kind as she had remembered. And telling her he still remembered and saw her as beautiful and lovely.

We talked a bit about 1956 when she met Gen Yeager – he had returned to Nerac while in France to say hello to Gabriel and Mme Stravorsky, both instrumental in saving his life. (Read Yeager or visit www.chuckyeager.com for details)

Paulette was Gabriel’s third wife. Unfortunately, Gabriel died in a car accident in Eastern France in his early 60’s, in the early 1960’s. Paulette never remarried.

We asked her about some of the Maquis. There was a question about Dr. Henri’s stomping grounds. She confirmed what we thought was true. He did go as far as Cours les Bains.

Some, who weren’t really friends with Dr. Henri said: Oh no, he didn’t go that far. But my thought was: a smart underground person, to avoid capture, and a sting, would not tell anyone where he went so how could anyone of the naysayers be so confident of their information.

I trusted Paulette’s information though because Dr. Henri was good friends with her husband, visited often after the war, and talked about it.

Paulette’s son had tears in his eyes – what lovely memories. When I couldn’t quite arrive at translating well, he helped me. Otherwise, this normally chatty fellow stayed in the background while we felt blessed to be witnessing these two old friends say hello.

After a little more time, we didn’t want to wear out Paulette, we bid our goodbyes. Gen Yeager gave her a bise (a kiss on the cheek) and left. It was my turn. We hugged – best we could with her IV. And gave each other a bise. We talked some more, hugged again. And left.

Words can’t describe the feelings, the meeting, the energy really. We all walked on air out of the hospital.

Today we just learned that Paulette Lapeyrusse died recently. I can’t express how grateful I am that we got to visit with her in the hospital. I still see her as we did: surrounded by and emanating pure brilliant light.

c. GCYI

My First Time Huntin’ in Africa

November 24th, 2010

We were whisked away to an hour outside Capetown. Only an hour and you had the most beautiful open fields running up the side of the mountains. It was raining but our PH had thought of everything, including bringing proper huntin’ raincoats for us.

We had some coffee and tea at the lodge – and then set off to sight in the gun. General Yeager shot a couple of times first – at the paper target set 100 meters away. Right in the sweet spot. Then he got a feel for the sticks as a rest.

My turn. I shot 1 shot – is it on the target? Cirdri said yes. Then I shot a second time. Cirdri walked out to check the shots.

As he walked back, he said: You’ve shot before.

I nodded, A couple times. (And I do mean a couple of times!)

My second shot nicked the hole of the first shot. About an inch to the right, on line with the bullseye.

A little better than my teacher, Gen Yeager. Everyone was so surprised that they forgot to give me a chance to get a feel for the sticks (essentially a tripod with a sling holding the three legs together).

General Yeager, who is a far better shot, especially when it counts, of course, smiled – proud of his wingman (or wingperson or wingpergal. Yikes! :-).

We ditched the open air game viewing truck for the enclosed, warm one. We saw springbok, red hartebeast, wildebeest, and bondebok.

A lynx! The truck stopped. Gen Yeager told me to go so I jumped out and followed the tracker and PH (“Professional Hunter” – basically the huntin’ guide). I wasn’t sure I wanted to shoot. I sure wasn’t sure I wanted to shoot a lynx, pretty cat. I was thinking all this as we tracked this creature.

Really, when you see a lynx, you’d best be ready to shoot and shoot! Otherwise, it’s long gone in a matter of seconds. The PH started telling me about how much havoc a lynx wreaks on livestock – they kill a lamb a day.

Oh. Allrighty then. Where’s that gun and where’s that lynx? The tracker checked a few potential hiding spots. No go. We headed back to the truck and drove a bit farther.

A few bondebok weren’t too far away. Bondebok are unique to not only this area of the world, but this area of South Africa. The PH stopped and started getting out the sticks and the gun. Gen Yeager told me to go shoot.

Oh dear. What if it runs before I’ve set up? What if I miss? Worse – what if I just wound it?

The PH set up the sticks. These had a sort of sling between the sticks. I put the gun on it and it moved too easily – wasn’t steady. The PH told me which animal to shoot. As the gun barrel moved around on that sling, I tried to gauge when it would come around to the right spot on the animal.

Squeeze….thwack! I hit it. But where?

PH: He’s hit.

We walked up to the bondebok. An older male who had seen his share of fights. While he was the one they wanted culled, it turned out he was also one for the record books. I silently said a prayer of thanks.

General Yeager came up and we took some photos. He was rather impressed.

Bondebok-Feisty old bull. (In the foreground.)

We then drove over to the neighboring concession and picked up the Concession manager, Steve. He’s been the conservationist there for 26 years. Loves his work. A knowledgeable, kind, gentle man. We couldn’t get close to any of the animals.

The wildebeest were pretty funny – called the clowns of the Cape. They will hightail it in one direction, perhaps away from you, then turn around and head straight back at you.

It was fun to see all these beautiful animals, red hartebeest, springbok, with an impala who had an identity crisis as it was the only one in a herd of springbok. There were many, many young ones. Sooo cute. The fastest animals in South Africa – they leapt and ran – and leapt – over nothing in particular.

Lots of birds, red & black ones – just the males for 3 months, plovers, eagles, blue cranes…

Lots of flowers – blue, purple, yellow, the national flower:  which looks a bit like thistle but it’s stem and leaves are very, very soft. Another plant looked like small cotton – and was also very soft. Loved those flowers.

Towards the end of the day, we were headed home when the PH got me out of the truck to stalk a male springbok in the next draw (or dam for a reservoir). We crouched down and scuddled over rocks almost tripping a few times.

And then we crawled behind this mound and inched our way up. There was not one, but SEVEN bucks. All laying down. Can’t shoot them.

We tried to set up for when they might get up and walk out of the draw. But we daren’t risk standing up with the sticks. Cirdri put the gun’s legs down – still not tall enough. So he put a camera cover under one leg and a binocular under the other and held them. I held steady on where I hoped they would walk out.

Cirdri said: They know something’s up. But they’ll walk up to the ridge and stop.

After all this, again, I hoped I got a good shot off – one that killed one instantly.

The springbok started trotting up the hill. I waited. They weren’t moving fast. I considered a shot on the run. I considered standing up and trying freehand – I knew what to do in theory.

I decided I’d just wait. None of the seven ever stopped and as they started disappearing into the brush, I decided not to take a shot.

The PH was disappointed. I started asking him about shooting on the run or free hand – and told him I had decided I wasn’t sure I could get a good shot doing that yet.

He said: No. Not a good idea. You just have to have some luck – like they stop at the top of the ridge.

I felt a little better then – he also thought I didn’t have a good shot – that it wasn’t my fault or lack of ability. Phew.

Then it was Gen Yeager’s turn. He hiked a bit downwind of some hartebeest. The game manager told him which one needed to be culled. Gen Yeager set up and shot. Thwack! The hartebeest was killed instantly. No over analyzing it like his wife! Just get the job done. Of course, he’s been doing great shots for 81 years!

We loaded it up and set out again. On the way back to leave this ranch, we saw some springbok. Gen Yeager set up, and it took off. Gen Yeager shot it on the run at 300 yards. Again. Perfect shot. Except this time it was in tall grass. The PH and I headed in that direction.

The PH is a lot taller so has a better view for finding game. I have a pretty good eye for where the game was headed. At a certain point, we thought we’d lost it so we started walking in concentric circles. On the first turn…there it was.

So we had three animals – lots of food for the local tribes. They were very happy. And we took  animals that would have died of wasting disease or starvation or being kicked out of the herd or killed by a younger bull. So the game manager was very happy, too.

c. GCYI

Baby Eland -less than a week old – Namibia

November 23rd, 2010

Went back to the watering hole where we saw so many birds early in the morning. It was after 9am so most of the birds were gone.

However, we were rewarded with a beautiful site. A little eland – less than a week old.

So young it already had been taught by its Mom what to do re potential predators.

It stood stock still with its knock knees. We watched him watching us watching him watching us watching him….

Eventually his ADD kicked in faster than ours & he just turned his head slightly and looked at his Mom-What now, Mom? I can’t remember. Can I eat & play?

We looked where he looked. Mom was partially covered under the shade of the voluminous bush/tree. Being beige/gray, she blended in easily to the background. Until baby gave her away.

Mom decided since they were now exposed, they’d better go.

She trotted away from us with her front flap flapping keeping her cool as she trotted. 

Some signal we couldn’t see was conveyed. Baby followed her immediately. All legs. Not quite sure about this trotting thing.

Beautiful as they trotted off into the sun.

C. GCYI

In Sort, Spain Oct 14. Celebrating 63rd Anniversary of Breaking the Sound Barrier

November 19th, 2010

Today, we ate breakfast & then Gen Yeager did 3 interviews with the press. I keep forgetting we have to educate each new person so when they asked us to please interview with each separately, I replied no, they all ask the same questions and our salaries don’t increase due to it. (Like Hollywood celebrities). We usually ask the interviewers to have read Yeager, An Autobiography first – it answers most questions.

And then if the interviewer still has a question, it is usually interesting. But this time, there wasn’t time.

When the interpreter herself had to translate the same question and same answer many times, she understood and was exhausted.

But General Yeager was a real trooper. This area of Spain is rather poor and unemployment in Spain is around 20% so the people of the region were quite honored that we came to Sort to celebrate the 63rd anniversary of breaking the sound barrier today.

The first stop was the Town Hall. We met the Mayor, the President of the region, Catalonia, some Guardia Civil, the organization to which General Yeager had surrendered when he had walked over the Pyrenees far enough into Spain to be safe.  He hadn’t expected a hero’s welcome, but he sure didn’t expect to be put in a jail.

In 1944, after being shot down, helping the Maquis, evading the Germans by climbing the Pyrenees – hiking them for 4 days and nights, he came off the mountains into Sort.

We also met some other officials, and a General and a Colonel in the Spanish Air Force.  Col Lopez, who had grown up in this town. These two were very handsome in their uniforms. Col Lopez had not been seen in these parts in his uniform so it was quite a thrill for the town.

Next we went to the jail, now a museum. They unveiled a plaque in General Yeager’s honor. We then went into the next room, very small, the actual jail. There is a stand up toilet there – a hole with two places near to put your feet and good luck.

I was the first one in and stood by this (no longer in use of course and quite clean) to stand out of the way of the group and the photographers. Gen Yeager was next.

I said: Do you mind? I’m busy in here.

He looked and laughed. He turned to General Gil and said, “My wife said: ‘Could we please leave, (she’s) busy.'”

The two star General, a striking, elegant looking man in uniform, looked, saw where I was, and laughed.

Next, and all this time, we were followed by many, many people, we stopped at most likely the place where General Yeager slept in a bed for the first time in a month, Hotel Pessets. The facade is the same – General Yeager said he didn’t remember the hotel, but he remembered the mermaids (naked breasts), which had the Catalonians laughing.

The hotel has moved, but this building has kept the name for its cafe – Cafe Pessets.

We met the owner’s mother, who had been there when General Yeager came through in 1944. She didn’t remember him specifically – so many came through going both ways as refugees and now she was 89 and in a wheelchair. But she looked good – beautiful – and was very gracious to me.

Next, we stopped at the police station. General Yeager made a joke, John gave an AWWWW.

Everyone laughed.

I told John: Good thing you give the sound effects signaling that Gen Yeager is kidding…..just in case.

The two star General turned to me, laughed, nodded, and said: Just in case.

Then we went to the auditorium. Several speeches were given honoring Gen Yeager. And then the Spanish Air Force gave General Yeager honorary Wings. Beautiful – ornate design.

General Yeager’s response: Where’s my airplane?

The local Spanish are not used to a quick, slightly irreverent wit from someone in the military.

General Yeager gave a short speech. Col Lopez translated with paraphrasing. Fortunately most the audience was familiar with English and Gen Yeager speaks slowly and distinctly when he’s in front of people for whom English is not their native language.

So they got his jokes.

We presented the Mayor of Sort and the head of the museum with a lithograph of General Yeager, 3 of the 361 different makes & models of airplanes he has flown, and fish, elk, deer. Great lithograph signed to the museum.

Then Divinas, a trio of dazzling Spanish woman, dressed like the Andrew Sisters sang and danced beautifully, energetically, coquettishly. One couldn’t decide which man to flirt with – on either side of me. General Yeager or the Spanish 2 star General.

Spectacular. I wanted to get up and dance but just danced in my chair. I would say did some “chair dancing” but I recently learned that means something else. I was NOT doing that something else.

The women posed for a photo with Gen Yeager. Hope someone sends it! And gave a signed copy of their CD, Chocolat, 90% swing and 10% country. Can’t wait to listen to it.

Then I’ll be doing car seat dancing. :-) Hope that doesn’t mean anything more than that!

We walked to Cafe Pessets for lunch.

It was delicious. My kind of meal. A variety of tapas, including fig with parma ham, saucisson (salami), fish with roe, mushrooms (this is the season in Sort).

I told the two star General, who was seated to my left: Wait until our Deputy Air Attaché tastes the mushrooms before eating them.

The General was getting used to us and our humor by now so he laughed. But then he was reminded of a Thai family of 7 that ended up in the hospital after eating mushrooms. I told him I was only half kidding.

We had salad in a glass and a small main course of tender lamb shank. Dessert was ice cream with yogurt and a fruit puree.

I tried everything. I ate everything. It was outstanding.

I asked one of the Spanish Air Force members their opinion about Iraq and Afghanistan. Our American military that were present were stunned at how direct I was. Why not? I was that way when I found myself next to Ken Lay 7 years ago. Thought about it and jumped in with real questions. I can say: “Nice weather” to anyone but since I’m sitting there, might as well learn something.

To me, the person to whom I posed the question could certainly say they’d rather not discuss it. But he didn’t. He was quite eloquent. And diplomatic. Excellent.

We had another appointment so had to leave – no time for coffee. We said our goodbyes to the General, the Colonel, the Guardia Civil, and the police of Sort, and of Catalonia, the region.

This area was really a smuggling area – refugees, evadees, things…

So when the Germans lost the war, Germans were refugees. One of the Sort men said he traded a pack of cigarettes for a watch.

Many people came up – none remembered General Yeager – at that time he was trying to be invisible. But they were there.

And he was sleeping since he hadn’t really slept in 4 days and nights – in the hotel or eating – not getting out much.

It was a fun day!

c. GCYI

California Hall of Fame December 2009

November 19th, 2010

We’ve been invited to the California Hall of Fame induction event in December 2010.

I was reminded of General Yeager’s California Hall of Fame induction Dec 1, 2009.

The day started out with an interview from the Sacramento radio station. Two radio personalities talking a mile a minute. I worried Gen Yeager would just tell them to cut it out. He didn’t. He kept up and talked fast himself.

Unusual for a West Virginian – they like to smell the roses.

Gen Yeager told a story about Carol Burnett – she, as a very young girl, was in the first USO or such like show that came to his base. Every one of the millions of GIs fell in love with her and wanted to marry her – she represented the girls they had left behind.

The female radio host said: You have just melted the hearts of millions of females listening to our radio show.

The evening was beautiful.

As we drove there I considered that perhaps I should wear make-up but doing other fun things with my husband left no time.

We got there early as usual (don’t want to miss the tanker) and were led into the Chuck Yeager display. General Yeager’s flight jacket and some of his medals, including the Presidential Medal of Freedom were on loan from the Smithsonian to which Gen & Glennis Yeager had donated much of his historic items in 1986.

Thank goodness.

We spied Carol Burnett and I approached her, introduced myself. She was very pleased to meet me –a very special woman who is so gracious.

I quickly introduced my husband. They had met a few times and gave each other a huge, larger than life, lovely, joyous hug as only Carol Burnett can do. I mentioned she and I had met on the movie Four Seasons in Virginia. She contemplated that and later said: “That was in 1980.” I said 1979 wasn’t…it…no! You are so right 1980. I was graduating. She is quite sharp.

She told me she has her second book coming out in April and she goes on tour – an evening with Carol Burnett to keep the gray matter active. And boy is it active.

When she walked the red carpet, she was very gracious, vivacious, and engaging with all the fans. When I met Carol Burnett the first time in 1980, I was so in awe. I was the Exec Producer’s assistant and driver.

Carol Burnett just turned to me and stretched right into my face and said Hello, I’m Carol Burnett. My hero was speaking to me up close and personal. Wow! I remembered myself just in time to prevent fainting, introduced myself but could not find any words to continue the conversation.

I always heard that stars hate to be reminded of their age – so I didn’t say that she was my hero or that I was allowed to stay up late to watch the Carol Burnett Show. I LOVED her and her show as a kid. After Tuesday and seeing her in person and on stage, I still love her.

I met Harvey Korman a few years after my first encounter with Carol Burnett – what a gracious fellow. He thought I was very talented and had sought me out after seeing me perform. I REALLY liked him after that!

At the rehearsal, which was more confusing than enlightening, I sat with Carol Burnett’s assistant on the road. She was saying what a real man Gen Yeager is even at 86. She wishes she could find a man like him. I told her, “Then you would understand why I didn’t marry until 45, after I met him.”

I told Carol and her assistant that Gen Yeager wears me out! He needs a younger model. They all laughed and could easily agree.

We also saw Coach John Madden – Chuck and he had done a commercial together for President Bush ’41 – John Madden won’t fly, he takes buses. And the idea was pairing opposites. Coach John coached a lot of our friends: Jim Otto, Raymond Chester, MacFarlane Lane, Errol Mann. He said he could tell me a story or two about those guys. I guess not in front of so many people.

So I told him about the three black players – Raymond, MacArthur, Jack making Gen Yeager an honorary soul brother! Gray Afro, boom box, big sunglasses. Coach John got a kick out of that.

Coach John also played on my childhood hometown team – the Philadelphia Eagles, so I felt a kinship – 2 degrees of separation twice! :-)

His wife is delightful – we enjoyed some time together, too.

Secretary George Shultz was there. I first thought Charlie Brown – and thought I thought he was dead. And then remembered some more US history.

I said to his wife, you should be in his positions. I always think it’s the wives who understand more and can solve problems better.

She smiled and said,” But let’s not tell them.” We had a good laugh. I didn’t know then that she is the Chief Protocol Officer for the State of California. Very elegant lady.

Four of our friends joined us. Sharing the evening with them – just made it even more magical. Two of them gave Gen Yeager a beautiful trophy re the California Hall of Fame that they had made up that is stunning – it is on our shelf even now.

 Coach John Madden in introducing Chuck said, “Only in California can a guy who doesn’t fly introduce the greatest pilot of all time!” Then Coach John read the rest of the introduction and ad-libbed: “Just before he got in the X-1 to break the sound barrier, go into the unknown, faster than anyone, they asked him what he wanted…and he said a stick of Beemans! Now just think about this: the most dangerous thing in a plane he’s about to attempt and he asks for a stick of gum!?!?!?

Outstanding!

Gen Yeager reciprocated and gave Coach John a photo of an A-380, which Gen Yeager had been flying a year before, doing stall work over the Pyrenees, and signed it with the note: I finally found a plane that could lift you off the ground- Chuck Yeager.

Coach John is football, in shape big – not overweight – so it was funny.

Gen Yeager told some great stories in accepting his award.

He introduced another recipient Governor Hiram Johnson (1866-194?) by saying to Governor Schwarzenegger – we need to clone him about 400 times, then we’ll get some good government.

Governor Johnson was best friends with the Owner and Editor of the Sacramento Bee.

That helps.

Esp to get you elected to the Senate and Governor and get your ideas supported and passed into law. Probably a good argument for going back to the old rules about not being allowed to own more than one media outlet in a marketplace. Imagine the power if you own all outlets! It’s okay if you agree with me, but if you don’t, I don’t want you to have that much power….:-)

Governor Johnson was responsible for the referendum and California being a more democratic state than others, among other things.

Danielle Steel, whom I could have sworn I had seen give a talk but she says she never has, was honored. She had nine kids, now eight and still looks fit and trim after all those pregnancies. She enjoyed my saying so.

George Lucas talked with Gen Yeager about his movie in post – The Tuskegee Airmen. Gen Yeager said: “And you are telling the truth – they shot down about 107 planes, not the 1000 some historian was saying?”

To me, if you overstate, you diminish their real contribution. 107 planes is great – 107 fewer planes to harm the allies. However, if you state 1000, it means you don’t think 107 is impressive enough. I do.

At Maxwell AFB, one of the Tuskegee Airman was there with Gen Yeager for the Gathering of the Eagles seminar. I had found some posters in the history office there that were being given away, one beautiful one about the Tuskegee airmen. I would have liked to keep it, but decided I’d give it to him. Good decision. When I knocked on his door just down from ours and gave it to him, he was stunned that I would be so thoughtful and so grateful. Heck, I was and am grateful for his service. But his reaction made me sure I had made the right decision and given it to him.

George also was very gracious – I had met him before just when he had just had a baby, in 1991, he reminded me. This evening he was wearing a suit – I would not have guessed he would dress up. But he looked downright almost too straight to be creative :-) Honestly, he looked great.

Rafer Johnson was pretty funny too. An inductee with Gen Yeager, his next job was to introduce George Lucas. He ad-libbed:”At rehearsal a beautiful blond lady was sitting next to me, where George was supposed to be sitting. And I thought, ‘Well, he is renown for special effects, maybe that is George Lucas.’ George, could you bring her back?

I loved talking with Henry Kaiser’s granddaughter during rehearsal. She said she lived in something, Washington. To my,” Oh!” she said, “Do you know where that is?” I replied, “Well. I know where Washington is.” We laughed. She explained: “The Olympia peninsula. It was supposed to be the port for Seattle. They built all those port and ship buildings but it never materialized so the second floors aren’t finished. It became an artists’ community.”

Me: I LOVE that. I’ll have to visit.

She: You know, the kind of place where they don’t care what you wear. Sometimes I wake up and wish that they did care just once. But they don’t.

Now what makes this sort of funnier, is that her outfit was wonderful but wacky, almost Pippi Longstocking-ish. So maybe she was edging towards outrageous or out there to draw a comment to show someone cares. :-)

I just realized I should have commented – she’s back in the land where we care :-) We both bemoaned the fact that we used to know how to dress for events such as these…:-) But that’s what made the evening so luscious – all the different personalities and styles and characters.

We all stood for all the honorees as they walked on stage. Gen Yeager got the biggest cheer, John Madden the third biggest with George Lucas a close third, and Carol Burnett the second biggest. But who’s counting :-)

First Lady Maria Shriver is very personable, with great energy. One of my first encounters with her long ago was at a Hollywood black tie fundraiser show. I gave her my seat. She was pregnant, VERY pregnant. She was surprised and grateful.

Another time, I met her at the Washington, DC Ford Theater show during Clinton’s inauguration festivities.

It was pretty funny when she called us to ask if Gen Yeager would accept the award. (Her people had called a few times before and we hadn’t had a chance to think about it, get some answers, and respond). Being the skeptics with good reason (experience) that we are, I asked,” What does Gen Yeager have to do, give a talk?” (Often awards can be bought or they want you to do a talk because it’s a façade for a fundraiser so basically they are using you to draw the crowd and the money. I only once arranged where Gen Yeager got an award, and a friend accepted for him – the organization didn’t award it only if Gen Yeager showed up for it).

First Lady Maria, being a celebrity herself, understood: No. All he has to do is accept a medallion from my husband.

Me: OK. Just a minute. I went outside to where Chuck was enjoying our view and his handiwork and briefed him.

 Gen Y: Oh..kay

I handed him the phone.

He pushed it away: You tell her.

Me: No, you tell her.

Gen Y: YEAGER!

Maria: OH! OH! I’m actually talking to you. OH. Well. Oh. I wanted to… and then she went into warp speed like any respectable New Englander and TV journalist who has only a few seconds before “they” cut to commercial.

But Gen Yeager is from WV and they talk deliberately. He almost threw the phone like it was a wiggly animal.

Wonderful! They enjoyed a nice talk together.

At one point, it was our turn to walk the red carpet. Lots of autograph seekers to whom I said: Not today. Please go to our website www.chuckyeager.com and it tells you how to get an autograph….Thank you very much!

We stopped at the first media station – Comcast, who was doing a documentary. She asked the usual: How does it feel to be honored tonight. Ho hum.

I fed her some questions to ask such as what Gen Yeager gave to John Madden and what Gen Yeager says about Carol Burnett. The interviewer got far more interesting answers. And she thanked me profusely. Smart, perky, attractive girl :-) I wish I could convey to all reporters especially those starting out: Most people, but especially of Gen Yeager’s generation don’t express their feelings or even analyze them. But the answers are the same.

I am honored….or….

I did the same as a young interviewer when I didn’t know the subject or didn’t even know what the homework should have been. I was working in Russia. A producer took me aside and had me watch an interview done by a veteran who had experience and had done his homework and then some. What a far more interesting interview!

Mine wasn’t bad but depth is far more interesting. And makes it easier for your interviewee.

With the internet, it is much easier than before around 2000. So there are no excuses. I’ve helped some big name interviewers – most are grateful. One was nasty (O.N.) even though the producer acknowledged the interview would have been deadly dull without me feeding the producer questions who in turn fed them to his “star” interviewer.

The next stops were a few TV and radio stations. Same question: How do you feel about being honored tonight?

By the sixth one, I felt bad. I had run out of new pertinent questions myself and I knew we were tiring of the exercise. I threw the last one a few, but he didn’t follow up and he didn’t run the camera when he mentioned Gen Yeager knew his grandfather – they were huntin’ buddies. I would have. So the on-camera interview was short – It was duty. The interviewer got tongue-tied.

And that’s why we like to do press conferences – the questions are the same and get old and tired after the 3rd one – so the 4th, 5th, and 6th interviewers….unless you are paid millions as a trained, eager young actor with lots of time to treat each one like it’s fresh and new and who is looking for his/her next job….so you do the interviewer’s job for him or her.

 Gen Yeager did keep telling the media that night his first memory of Carol Burnett, though.

Back in the museum, they took a photo of the 13 honorees in front of their larger than life photos. Danielle Steel and Chuck Yeager graciously held onto the body builder, Joe Weider, between them. Joe is in his 90s and looking pretty good but not too keen on standing too long. He was one of the first to popularize getting in shape and health eating. He was Arnold Schwarzenegger’s sponsor and patron. Gov Schwarzenegger owes his biggest breaks to Joe Weider.

Everyone was very approachable and interesting. I am sorry I didn’t get to speak to Andy Grove, or Rafer Johnson or Fritz Scholder’s sister, or Ms. Kroc’s granddaughter. She did an enthusiastic job of reading the intro for Henry Kaiser, putting a lot of inflection and emotion in it.

It was fun. Our guests did speak to Andy Grove.

For more on these honorees, please go to: http://www.californiamuseum.org/exhibits/halloffame/inductees

Harvey Milk was also honored. His nephew accepted and felt obligated to talk about himself and to tell us he, too was gay. Very serious young man. He introduced Carol Burnett – as with the other introductions, written by one of First Lady Maria Shriver’s staff. In it he said, Carol Burnett started off in show biz as an Usherette at the Chinese Theater and was fired. He went on to list her many accomplishments, including being the first female to host a variety show (and extremely successfully) and finished with – when asked where she wanted her Star of the Walk of Fame, well, it was put right on front of the Chinese Theater.

Carol got her medallion, took the podium and said:

I was a good usherette.

We all laughed. She went on to regale us all with more details re that – it was engaging, clever, funny – it was Carol Burnett.

We loved it.

c. GCYI

Social Weavers, Namibia, Africa-A Social Study

November 19th, 2010

 We saw some of the most beautiful birds in Africa. The names are very descriptive – such as ruby breasted…something or other

Well. It’s got the most beautifully colored breast. And ruby color, at that. “Red” or “dark pinkish red” aren’t as vibrant a description as “ruby”.

The social weavers are fascinating. A real social study. We saw hundreds of them.

They build condominiums – nests with several entrances – one for each bird or family. They’re huge. And when a group, or a bird, wants to start a new religion or doesn’t like the homeowners’ association rules, or wants its own power; it moves. But not far. It may just move a branch away and be on top of its former condo units.

Jofie Lamprecht Photography © 2010.

Social Weavers nests-front doors. Photo by Jofie Lamprecht Photography © 2010.

I saw one tree with 6 or 7 condo association nests. It was about to completely fall down.

Reminded me of people. Lost Angeles comes to mind but there are others all over the world. I remember the first time I drove my Dad around Bel Air and Beverly Hills – all these huge houses. My father’s comment: “Why these are all just row houses.” He was right. They are all on top of each other.

Eventually, I was told, the tree will fall down from all the weight. Mud slides anyone?

Social Weaver nests strangling their host: Jofie Lamprecht Photography © 2010.

It may just die first from the social weavers covering its leaves from the sun and rain or stripping it of its leaves (and one main manner of getting nutrition and surviving).

Reminds me of some developers I’ve read about.

Sometimes owls or eagles, more powerful than the social weavers, will nest on top of the condos nest, often driving out the social weavers. More developers – justifying themselves with language. “Gentrifying”.

And if the more powerful gentrifiers don’t drive them out, they may just send in a mamba to slither in and out of the openings

and eat the social weavers.

Yup. Those social weavers and surrounding environment and animals are quite the social study.

All Photos by: Jofie Lamprecht Photography © 2010.

c. GCYI

Toyko Sexwale

November 15th, 2010

General Yeager talked to the South African Air Force and some of the honorary Colonels. They could not believe that someone of such stature would visit them. We flew with them and they took a lot of photos.

I stayed out of the photos until one older black Colonel, standing with General Yeager and about 30 pilots in uniform, called out with a big grin: “MRS. CHUCK! Come get in this photo!”

How could I resist a summons like that?

I jumped in happily.

At lunch we were sitting next to Col Sexwale. He was thrilled. Chuck Yeager is one of his heroes. As I tried to address him, I looked dubious, so he explained, it’s pronounced: Say-whall-ay.  Sort of. Or the xw is more like the Mexican pronunciation of the “j” in Jose only harder like you’re (if American English is your first language) going to hack. He said it was from Arabic.

I asked if he had kids. He did. He got started late because he was in prison so long.

Wow. That was forthright. So I decided I could be as well.

Toyko Sexwale was in prison with Nelson Mandela. And Tokyo has the same approach, as far as I know. He is all about forgiveness and helping his country and the people of his country whatever race or tribe they may be. I have to find some books about him – but I think he told me he took up arms with the ANC as a teenager.  

Some people had tried to engineer an introduction between General Yeager and President Mandela but it was not to be. President Mandela, true to priorities, wants to spend his remaining days with his family. I can’t help but think that if he had known and we could have engineered it – it would just ben Gen Yeager and me, he might have introduced his family to us.

However, I was thrilled to meet Tokyo.  What a role model from what I have seen and now know of him. And a bundle of enthusiasm and positive energy for life. Prison sure didn’t break him. Thank goodness. And imagine, General Chuck Yeager one of his heroes. Who would have put that together?  

So I like the moniker. Kinda formal-ish but not too formal. And with an Air Force, that is who I am.  “Mrs. Chuck”.

c. GCYI

Congressional Medal of Honor Association Annual Dinner 2009

October 20th, 2010

 

  Nancy Reagan wrote me a letter of condolence when my mother died. It was very heartwarming and thrilling to know someone of her stature was aware of and appreciative of all my mother had done.   My mother was a world reknown authority on alcohol and drug additions – she was a psychiatric social worker who attended University of Pennsylvania at the age of 15 and graduated at the age of 20 with a Masters in Social Work.  

One day a psychiatrist, head of a hospital, asked my mother to start an alcoholism recovery program.  

She said: What’s that?

The psychiatrist said there isn¹t anything like it in the world, but she would figure it out.  

She did. And did a fantastic job, too.  

My mother in the 70’s got Betty Ford to go public with her alcoholism and drug addiction. A film producer was shocked that my mother used her 15 minutes or less with the First Lady of the US to help mankind, not herself. Betty Ford always was grateful.

As you know, because of Betty Ford¹s going public, addicted women, in particular, felt they could seek treatment without shame and alcoholism and drug addiction came out of the closet. This made it easier to treat.  

My mother went around the world lecturing and helping set up programs.

She quietly stood up to big business – it was more profitable for people to become addicts and the treatment centers to treat them. BIG money. My mother advocated education so people didn¹t BECOME alcoholics or addicts. But there was no money in that – they would sell less alcohol, less sales re treatment…  

She took me with her, so I did a lot of volunteer work from a very young age and learned a lot. Amazing to me were the similarities of people around the world – different tribes, similar worries – food and shelter and protection for their children and their family, for the young – finding a mate, peace (freedom from violence, be it domestic or tribal).  

And then of course the difference, different customs, some wonderful, some to us, very harsh. And the misperceptions of other peoples due to the media and to government misrepresentations to their people. . .  

I remember a woman saying: You women in your country want freedom and equality. What we want – we need water, food. Equality means water, food every day.  

My mother was amazing. People adored her – her calm, strong presence had a powerful influence. She died in 1986 at the tender age of 57 1/2. Her mother had died at the age of 60. So when people talk about me outliving Gen Yeager’s, life expectancy in my family hasn’t been going the right way. My mother’s father died at 39 of a brain tumor so I have outlived his life expectancy. My father’s father died of bone cancer at age 60. Not looking good.

So when I met Nancy Reagan for the second time (see my photos), she was very gracious as always and very calm, elegant.   I was the guest of Bill Tilley, a long time friend of Gen Yeager’s – we were attending the annual Congressional Medal of Honor Association dinner at the Reagan Library outside Los Angeles March 2009.

Gen Yeager was fishing in Mexico. He has his priorities right! It was a boy trip – I was not invited.   Many of the Congressional Medal of Honor recipients are pretty darn cool. Most of them say they represent many soldiers – because many did more than or as much as they did and should have received it.  

Every time I introduced myself: Hi, I’m Victoria Yeager – I’m General Chuck Yeager’s wife, they brightened up (a real hero, not these Hollywood people who play heroes), shook my hand, looked around me, beyond me, and said: Is he here?   I had to tell them: No, just chopped liver.

They, the recipients, were so gracious and honored just to shake my hand – one degree of separation.

They are so….can¹t think of the words – but Chuck Yeager is their hero. Imagine. These guys who went beyond the call of duty, risking their necks to save so many others (as did Gen Yeager) and still so humble that they look up to someone else. Beautiful.  

I was lucky enough to spend a bit of time with Mrs. Petraeus. What a wonderful woman she is. Down to earth. She also was thrilled to talk to Mrs. Yeager. I just take all that – thrilled myself that people are still excited about and appreciate what Gen Yeager has done and continues to do. 

Mrs. Petraeus stood out with me – the two without anything fake. Remember, we were in Hollywood country so in the minority.   Gen Petraeus is an eloquent, thoughtful fellow. And I really liked him when he acknowledged his wife during his acceptance of an award, and one could see – they loved and respected each other still. That he loved and respected her and was not enamored or swayed by the Hollywood plaster or even noticed… Wonderful.

They met while her father was the General at West Point and he was a student.  

I saw Tom Selleck and his wife, Jillian? is her name, I think. I had met her when she was pregnant many years ago – and told her of the meeting. She was appreciative that I particularly remembered her, since she does not quite have the celebrity exposure her husband does. Tom remembered/acknowledged me for the first time (we¹ve met a few times at charities) and mentioned a specific time before that we had met (at a charity event in Washington, DC), wondering if I remembered. I did. Tom and another guy were whispering and pointing as I recall. :-)

….Hmm. Maybe they don’t like chopped liver. I love it.  

I also met Gary Sinise and his wife. Well, I had met his wife about 15 years ago and reminded her of our meeting and asked how she was. She was so appreciative, too. She’s such a lovely lady. Afterwards, I saw her whispering to Gary and pointing. They, at least, were smiling. They must like…  

Then I went to my table. Sitting down and eating – the only one doing so in the room – everyone else was schmoozing – we were in Hollywood-adjacent remember – was Mrs. Milken. Michael Milken introduced himself and went to introduce his wife.

She said almost sheepishly, I was hungry.   I jumped in: My kinda gal. I’m going to join you.   And I did. I think she liked me a whole lot then.   I teased Michael: I was about to get a job with your outfit,

You could see Michael curious and wary as to what I was going to say.

Me: (continuing)….when all heck broke loose. I coulda been somebody. Í needed a good mentor :-)   Relieved, he laughed.  

 I continued: Then Carl Icahn was going to teach a class at business school (Columbia University Graduate School of Business) when he got in trouble so they canceled it and I obviously didn¹t get to take it.  

 I didn’t tell Michael Milken that, after his deal with the Feds became public, whenever investment bankers suggested padding expenses, I would say: Hey I can be bought – but it’s $500 million in my pocket. Heck it’s $1 billion – $500 million isn’t what it used to be.  

The Milkens gave me the impression that they really want to do some good in the world these days. Very delicate, caring, and sweet.  

The tenor was outstanding. As he sung and we were all moved, I started to think I know him…looks different in black tie….AH HA! He is the fellow who, at some airport for some layover, invited us into the VIP lounge when the lounge security couldn¹t find out names.

I had asked if he would trade an invite for an autographed photo. He was happy to help Gen Yeager and chopped liver. I asked for his card to send the signed photo.   He wrote back when he received it: Your companion sent the photo – Thank you
– I didn’t expect it but appreciate it. (I think he was quite shocked I followed through). Í was too – my memory and time isn’t always as good as my intentions.

He also sent some of his DVDs, so I sent a thank you note and let him know I was Gen Yeager¹s wife (Gen Yeager doesn’t need a companion :-)   So as he walked off stage and toward his table, I rushed over to him: Did you help Gen and Mrs. Yeager get in the VIP room at an airport?   He looked at me as I babbled…and the light went on – Mrs. Chuck Yeager (the companion).

He gave me a huge hug: YES! In Dallas!…Is the General here?   :-)   Me (chopped liver): No, fishing in Mexico. Your voice is so beautiful. Outstanding.   He thanked me and thanked me for saying hello – his best to the General. He gave me another appreciative hug and we returned to our respective tables.

He sang a few more songs interspersed throughout the evening – the last one “God Bless America” – not a dry eye in the house. VERY moving evening.   Another moment that was funny was: Gary Sinise gave a talk, a fairly lengthy talk, which he or someone had written and he stumbled over the words several times. 

I turned to Mrs. Milken, surprised: He¹s an actor! Why didn’t he memorize it and act it?   Mrs. Milken laughed and agreed.  

Charles Durning got a special award for actors (they are so never recognized – ha ha) for his courage in war or something. They had played a video, which claimed that Charles Durning was there on D-Day, that he had been wounded over the next few months – 3-5 (I think it’s 5 but I hesitate to exaggerate what they said, it is already a “story”) times almost fatally, but that he got up and got back in the fight. He was captured behind enemy lines a couple of times and escaped a few times. It was incredible. And I do mean that literally.  

Instead of going home, as I thought from Chile and then Mexico and then coming to this dinner (and bring my own fancy clothes that fit) I had come straight from Mexico and so no black tie clothes. My pants in the photo are from K-Mart and my shirt was from some fancy department store in Los Angeles. I tried on everything and I don’t have the fake anything to fill out the dresses there. Boy did I look….BAD in those outfits.  And they were fabulously….expensive!

No one does elegant royal blue blazers any more, either.   I was definitely spoiled growing up – my mother¹s best friend was a fabulous dress designer – a unique style, real flair, pizzazz and elegance – so everything fit and was perfect for me.

Those were the days :-)

Funny, at the dinner, I was momentarily self-conscious about my clothes mentioning I had come without proper clothes. (I hate having to fiddle with clothes so usually buy them loose-ish – the bottom of my shirt kept riding up – more like walking up).  

Michael Milken (quite rightly & returning the favor I did for his wife re comfort) said: Who cares? You’re fine.  

I don¹t think he even looked – he¹s really got his priorities right now. Wonder if he cared about clothes when he was the boss at Drexel – or had a uniform for his employees? I’ll blog on that later.
 
Earlier that day, I had finally given up shopping (gave it 1 ½ hours including travel time) and went to Nadine Tilley’s (Bill Tilley’s) wife’s horse show at the LA Equestrian Center. Who cares about shopping and wearing fabulous clothes, when there are far more interesting things to do than shopping. Like visiting a fun friend I rarely see.  

As Gen Yeager says, if they care so much about your clothes, they don’t care much about you and aren’t worth it (as long as my clothes are neat and clean).  

Amen.  

c. GCYI  

Funny remarks today by General Yeager

October 12th, 2010

Maybe you had to be there but:

“That horn won’t work when you’re stuck in the side of that truck!”

After I bee-beeped at a truck coming (almost forgetting to look both ways and um…stop!) out of a blind driveway almost in front of me as I was driving on the road.

“Oh well, Hell ain’t only half full.”

After some knucklehead (truck) passed the car in front of us, going 80 mph on a winding, very narrow mountain road.

c. GCYI