Mom rushed over and stayed with Terry while Uncle Audie and Aunt Pam took him to the doctor. Skipper (the youngest) had badly hurt himself when he fell while playing on down the stairs. One day my dad got a call from the Murphy’s asking if my mom could go over to their home. When I was over at their house, I would sometimes see them playing with Uncle Audie’s war medals, which they would have scattered all over the house! Although there was a large gap in age between the Murphy boys and me, I have fond memories of them both. Incidentally, my daughter’s name is Shannon. Skipper was formally named James Shannon Murphy, a name my dad heartily approved of since his name was James too. I was ten years old in 1952 when Terry was born two years later Skipper was born. As a young boy, there were many times I “ran away from home.” What prompted me to do so is now veiled in the mists of time, but one thing is clear-I would set off straight away to the Murphy home where Aunt Pam would take me into the kitchen and feed me something delicious while Uncle Audie, unbeknown to me, was in another part of the house calling my folks to reassure them not to worry, that I was safe.Īfter a few days had passed, Aunt Pam, who always spoiled me, would take me shopping and buy me something nice before taking me back home. Uncle Audie and Aunt Pam had two wonderful boys, Terry and Skipper. Just recently, I learned that the family sold that warm and beautiful home. Their home backed up to another good friend of my family, racecar driver, Johnny Parsons, who went on to becoming the winner of the 1952 world famous “Indy 500.” The Murphy’s later relocated a few miles away to a lovely home in Toluca Lake on a picturesque golf course-only minutes away from Universal International Studios where Uncle Audie starred in motion picture films. My earliest memory of the Murphy’s was when Uncle Audie and Aunt Pam lived in Van Nuys.
To their fans they were known as “Television’s Singing Troubadour,” Jimmie Jackson and “Television’s Hollywood Hostess,” Anita Coleman. They hosted their own show called “Memory Lane” where they sang the standard hits of their generation. My father and mother, who were pioneers of radio and television, were entertainers like Audie. Uncle Audie and my folks had a lot in common. Looking back with warm-hearted memories of a time when I was growing up at our home on Stern Avenue in Sherman Oaks, California, I cannot help but think of all the wonderful times my family and I shared with the Murphy family.
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