Johnny Carson, on his first day as host of the
Tonight Show in 1962.
Theeere Was Johnny
Nearly 100 stars from television’s formative
years bring their stories to PBS 45 & 49 in a nostalgic four-part
documentary series, Pioneers of Television. Watch it Wednesdays at
8 p.m., with repeats on Sundays at 8 p.m. and Tuesdays at 2 p.m.
(or Fridays at 2 a.m. for the sleepless and the TiVo- and DVR-savvy).
When I was growing up, my father made his living as
a restaurateur and usually arrived home late in the evening. Long
after my mother sent us kids to bed, I would sit in the window at
the foot of my bed and watch for my dad to come home. There I sat,
alone in the darkness, filled with hope by the beam of every set
of headlights that came down the street, waiting for the one car
Dad was in — the one that meant he was home safely, the one
that would finally allow me to go to sleep.
Sweet, huh? Not to the neighbor who thought I was spying
on her every night. But that’s another story.
Anyway, two sounds always filled me with relief: the
opening of the garage door followed shortly by the Johnny
Carson theme song.
That music came to signify security to me in such a deep way that
I’d swear it’s still in my bloodstream.
When the last Tonight
Show With Johnny Carson aired on May 22, 1992, I
cried through the whole program. In fact, the entire week of final
shows was a sad vigil for me, spent in late-night television tears.
I watched with my then boyfriend, Ted, who was mystified by my
emotional response. I can still see him sitting on the couch, looking
over at me incredulously and offering the occasional reminder, “It’s
only a television show.”
No, it wasn’t just another television show. Johnny
Carson had been on the air for 30 years. In the four-network universe,
The Tonight Show was a gathering place for Americans
and a common point of reference. When Ted and I were kids, it was
an off-limits,
grown-ups-only pleasure and we longed to reach the age when we, too,
were old enough to stay up late to watch and old enough to get the
jokes and innuendos. And for me, idiosyncratically, the clockwork
regularity
of that show — synchronized, in my youth, with my father's
arrival home every Monday through Friday night — came to mean
that all was well in the world.
It’s hard for me to imagine
anyone who did not experience a sense of loss that week in 1992.
For some of us, it was a rather
unpleasant rite of passage that signaled the passing of time and
the inevitability of change. It was also the first time I ever had
a palpable sense of what my parents must have felt as the cultural
icons of their youth drifted away and a feeling, maybe, that the
world would eventually belong to another generation asking, “Whooo's
Johnny?”
Pioneers of Television remembers Johnny Carson, along
with Steve Allen and Jack Paar, in Late Night on Wednesday, Jan.
9 at 8 p.m. (and again on Friday, Jan. 11 at 2 a.m.; Sunday, Jan.
13 at 8 p.m.; and Tuesday, Jan. 20 at 2 p.m.). You can read about
all four episodes of the show here.
Responses to Theeere Was Johnny
Jan. 29,
2008
Hi, Lisa!
I met you at a meeting for ILLUMNARTS
at the home of Barbara Rosenberg. Just wanted to say that
we didn't miss one of
these 'Pioneer' shows...THEY WERE GREAT!...getting ready
now to watch 1/28 - the Mary Celeste! Really appreciated
learning more about you...
Lisa Martinez, PBS 45 & 49’s Vice
President of Marketing & Development
As vice president of marketing and development, I oversee
private sector fund-raising, including membership, underwriting
and
grants; external communications including publications, the
Web site, community outreach, public relations and press
relations; and promotional and fund-raising events.
I’ve
been with PBS
45 & 49 for over 20 years, joining the
station in 1985 as an intern. I worked in communications for
the first 18 years and was then promoted to my current position
in 2004. I'm a member of the North Central Ohio Chapter of
the Association of Fundraising Professionals, and my civic
involvement
includes volunteer work for the Main Street Kent revitalization
project and the Portage County Board of Elections.
I grew up
in Canton, Ohio, graduated from GlenOak High School, went
to The Ohio State University for a week and returned home
because my dorm room was shaped like a piece of pie. (Who can
live like that?) So I enrolled at Kent State, where I declared
many majors, from advertising to secondary education, all the
while taking the literature courses I really loved. Eventually
I admitted I was an English major and earned both a B.A. and
M.A. from KSU. I taught Freshman English as a part-timer
at KSU over the years, until it dawned on me that grading papers
is among my least favorite things to do. But I'm still in love
with Kent after all these years. It's a unique place — small
enough to be a town (a very non-suburban one) but big enough
to allow for a bit of city anonymity.