Today is a sad day in my life. It is a day that helps me relive
one of the first memories I had of my childhood, and it is not a good one.
Today is the 51st anniversary of the death
of George Reeves, best known as TV's Superman.
Although I was barely two years old when
this even occurred, I was already an avid TV watcher, and this was around the
time I started to read--and I started to read comic books. At that time, due to
Dr. Felix Wertham's pronouncements that reading comic books would turn kids
into juvenile delinquents, this wasn't the preferred method for a kid to learn
to read, but my parents didn't believe in this balderdash, and encouraged me to
read whatever was available.
And comic books were available. My father
read them when he was a kid, and he turned out just fine, so he started to buy
me comic books to read, and Superman was one of them.
And mix this with being an avid TV
watcher, and you can see the potency that this news had on me. I loved the
Superman TV show, and do to this day. It is really one of the great TV shows of
the baby boomers' generation, and even in its simplicity, it resonates with us
to this day.
Reeves--who years earlier had played a
small part in "Gone With the Wind"-- played the dual role of Clark
Kent and Superman, and other stars in the show were Noel Neill (replacing
Phyllis Coates as Lois Lane after the first season), Jack Larson (Jimmy Olsen),
John Hamilton (Perry White), Robert Shayne (Inspector Henderson), and a host of
top character actors.
Anyway, probably my first childhood memory
was hearing that Superman was dead. I remember not really understanding this,
but I do remember seeing the Daily News in our apartment, and this was
emblazoned across the front page. And that is my memory.
As it stands, years later, the mysterious
death of George Reeves has never been solved.
The one point that all agree on was an
obvious one: he died from a gunshot to the head. But who did this to him? Did
he do it to himself?
Reeves was supposedly depressed about a
number of things at this time in his life. His acting career was going nowhere
fast, as he was typecast as Superman. He had also broken up a relationship
between himself and a mobster's wife, and had been seeing another woman. So he
had a lot to be upset about.
But on the other hand, things were looking
up for him, in a way. Although he hated playing Superman, he had upped for
another season, but this one was to be much different. He would direct most of
the episodes--something he loved to do--and would write some of them too. He
had also broken free of the mobster's wife, and was looking forward to being
away from her.
Whatever the scenario, something happened
on this night 51 years ago. The coroner ruled it a suicide, but that has never
been proven.
A few books have been written on the
subject, and Ben Afleck starred as Reeves in a terrific movie about this
incident a few years back.
But still, the case remains unsolved.
How I can remember seeing the Daily News
headline about Reeves' death is just one of those incredible things that
somehow is stored in my memory to this day. I have other memories of my early
childhood, but this was probably the first one that I can remember.
He was the first hero of the baby boomers
to die, and die a violent death. He wouldn't be the only one, as more than 20
years later, John Lennon would perish due to an insane fan's obsession with
him. A gunshot was the cause here too.
I guess I still can't get over the fact
that Kryptonite didn't kill Superman, a gunshot did.
He was a mortal just like the rest of us.
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