100 tears ago Charles Addams was born.
He was an odd feature in the periphery of my life.
In 1981 I was lucky enough to be befriended by Carolyn Jones. She was as sweet and as light as her inverted characterization of "Morticia" was dark and aloof. It was so sad that cancer took her less than two years later.
I lived in Manhattan soon after that. Newsstands featured the New Yorker and periodically, espcially at the end of October, Charles Addam's Family was on their cover.
It was all too fitting that he died close to Halloween in 1988.
Soon after that the New Yorker got slick and less appealing under Tina Brown. New York itself inevitably changed and became more homoginous with the mall world that afflics most of the Country. ♘
In 1988, when Charles Addams died of a heart attack inside his parked car, his wife made a remark that could have been a caption for one of his cartoons: "He's always been a car buff, so it was a nice way to go," she told The New York Times.
Addams was the creator of the Addams Family — the warped and gruesome stars of magazine cartoons, a TV show and two movies. According to those who knew him, Addams was as strange as some of his characters. His sense of humor resembled that of Uncle Fester, the bald-headed ghoul that Addams once depicted in a movie theater, laughing at a movie that makes the rest of the audience cry.
Charles “Chas” Samuel Addams[2] (January 7, 1912 – September 29, 1988)
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