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Well kids, this was it; my ambition, my dream , my ultimate fan-girl fantasy coming to fruition as a tender 16 year old.   As I mentioned in the January 14th post, my Mom had secured tickets to see Leonard Nimoy (in person!) on a lecture tour in Elmira NY on February 18th, 1978 , and as we traveled out on that cold winter evening, I had realized to my horror  half way there that none of us had brought a camera! Too late to complain, too cold and too far to go back, so we carried on.   All I knew was I never wanted to forget this night, and fortunately, after it was over, I hastily scribbled eight journal pages of the whole event.  (see below)

One of the eight pages I scribbled after our night with Nimoy!

Looking back at it now, I’m glad I wrote these girlish scribblings,  for I’m finding all these little details that I had forgotten  over these 35 years.  Like the excitement of just getting out of town to do something different, and how I was so nervous that my hands were trembling  in anticipation of seeing my hero in person! I remember the pretty chandeliers in the lobby of the Clemens Center, and how my  Mom gave me gum to settle down while we waited.  A musician came out to warm  up the crowd before the lecture, and although he played delightfully on the grand old theater organ, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the light emitting from the thin space beneath the hem of the heavy blue velvet curtains, for there were clearly feet shuffling back and forth to the podium (Is it him, is it him?).  I suppose I could only compare my excitement to the girls awaiting The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show or modern ‘tweens awaiting One Direction.  Thirty long minutes later, our anticipation was rewarded when, quite casually, Nimoy

Leonard Nimoy Vulcan salutes the crowd at the Clemens Center, Elmira NY, February 18, 1978

sauntered across the stage in a pale blue sweater, beige and grey plaid shirt and brown trousers. The audience erupted in whoops,  hollers, and Vulcan salutes,  I could feel my face grow warm with excitement as I saluted too.   Nimoy began with a  cheeky ice-breaker:   “You are an emotional bunch of humans!” he grinned. And for the next two hours with just a pitcher of water for the occasional sip, he regaled us with funny and thoughtful tales of  about life as  an actor,  as Mr. Spock, and little philosophies about life, the universe, and everything.  At the end I recall he even recited a poem (his?) with its refrain “Hallelujah”, and everyone in the audience saying it along with him in a wonderful  moment of communion.  One of the funniest stories he related was how, one day while filming on the Star Trek set he had an awful toothache;  so awful in fact that on his lunch break he went straight to the dentist in full costume, ears, uniform and all!  He recalled getting plenty of odd looks while driving across L.A. to the dentist,  yet at the office, throughout the entire check-up, neither the  receptionist nor the dentist uttered a word about his other-worldly appearance. “Could you imagine what they said after I left ?” he joked.
And then it was time for questions.  My hand shot up and I was the first one he called on. In anticipation of this evening, I had created a gift for him.   I had been practicing my calligraphy for my 10th grade advertising class and I had painstakingly recreated on parchment in pen and ink with the prettiest font I could muster, a quote from his recent biography I Am Not Spock.  The quote read something like:  ‘We spend so much time doing what me must do, that we forget what we can do.”  and was bordered in a simple pine frame.  I nervously said  “Mr. Nimoy, I made this for you in honor of your upcoming (wedding) anniversary.” and I reached over the brass railing that separated us from the stage, and pushed the frame as far forward onto the grand piano in front of the stage as I could.

Mr. Nimoy comes out from behind the podium at the Clemens Center in Elmira NY, and reads the calligraphy gift from Therese on the piano.

Surprised, Nimoy came out from behind the podium and bent down to read it.  Flashbulbs burst all over the place as he did, and he smiled saying, “Thank You! I’ll pick it up after the show.”   My mission completed, my only ambition now was to  meet the man and get his autograph.   And I gotta tell you, after the show, Nimoy awaited every last fan in his tiny dressing room to greet, sign autographs and have pictures taken.  You see, this was in the days before the Creation conventions where you have to pay over $100 for an autograph.  I remember getting in the line that was already growing exponentially off to the side of the stage.  It would be a long wait, and I chatted with a couple of other fans and told them my woes forgetting my camera.  A nice,  lovely woman named Linda Jessup told me she had taken a few pictures already, including Nimoy looking at my gift and would send me copies!  I was so thankful to her, and these are the pictures I present to you today!  Amazing how the kindness of a stranger can make a difference in ones life.   Linda, if you’re out there, I thank you again 35 years later, I have always treasured these and am thankful to share them with my readers today. (and hey, if you have any others laying around, let me know!) As Linda and I chatted, my sister Mary-Anne suddenly came up and took me by the arm  “Come with me!” she said, and ere long we were heading out backstage behind the curtain, my gift in hand,  where a stage hand stood near Nimoy’s dressing room.  I’m supposing that my sister didn’t want to wait all night to drive us back home and got permission to let me skip the line! She said “Tell that man there that the organist sent you so your present could be given to him by one of them!  (God bless her!)  ”  So I told the stagehand just that, and he said “You can give it to him yourself!” (Okay, my my teenage heart is about to burst here).  So here I am, approaching my big moment with THE MAN, and all I can think is don’t do anything stupid,  don’t do anything stupid.  As the people exited ahead of me, I stepped into the tiny room, and said with my voice all a-quiver:

“Hi Mister Nimoy.”  and I put forward the gift.

“Ah yes!” he replied “Thank you very much, it’s is really beautiful!  I told him (again) it was  was in honor of his upcoming wedding anniversary,  and he replied “Yes, it’s in four days!”  Then looking at the writing on the piece he asked “Are you into calligraphy?”   And without thinking I said “No, but I’m taking Advertising in school!”  (I felt really stupid after saying that, since my gift to him WAS a piece of calligraphy, I just couldn’t put two and two together!)  He sat at the dressing table and gestured for me to sit at the other chair there, and as I did, he noticed the three LNAF membership cards I had pinned to my blouse.

The three LNAF cards I had pinned to my blouse that exciting night.

“So, you’re an LNAF’er?”  “Three years!” “Did you get your Yearbook yet?” “Not the ’77. ”  “Oh,” he smiled Well, Louise* was snowed in , you know!”  “Oh.” I replied, and glanced into the mirror, instantly slapping my hands to my face “Oh My God, I’m beet red!” Nimoy just grinned, no doubt used to this teenage hysteria. Flustered but determined, I grabbed my new paperback copy of I Am Not Spock from my purse and handed it to him along with a purple Flair pen.  (Yeah, I still have that pen)

Photo of Leonard Nimoy after his Clemens Center lecture, taken by fan Linda Jessup , who sent me these three Nimoy pictures the following month. I am forever grateful.

“How do you spell your name?” “Therese” and I aimed my membership cards at him. To this, he smiled, and with that beautiful baritone voice, and in a French accent at that,  he  charmed:  “Ahhh, Thérèse!”  (Okay, my heart may have just stopped right there.)   He signed the inside cover of the book, and I thanked him, vigorously shaking his right hand in both of mine. (He must have thought I was a total kook.) The inscription simply read “To Therese – Thank You! -Leonard Nimoy ’78”   As I headed out the to car, I couldn’t even feel the cold night air as I got in. My Mom joked “Therese doesn’t have to be driven home, she’ll float!”

Okay, writing this post has reduced me to a pile of jello.  Clean up in aisle 12 please!    Thanks Mr. Nimoy, and if I ever meet you again, I’ll bring my camera!

*Louise Stange, the president of the Leonard Nimoy Association of Fans (LNAF) in Ohio.