Stories From Candyland (2 page)

I
always thought writers lived the most solitary of lives. I know my late husband, Aaron Spelling, would often lock himself up in his office or get up in the middle of the night to write, and it never was a group activity.

When I started to write
Stories from Candyland
, the silence was deafening. I thought I had fun stories and one-of-a-kind experiences to relate but wasn’t sure how I’d be able to tell them. Aaron Spelling had been a great storyteller. Candy Spelling was a good listener.

As soon as I began, I realized writing is a very collaborative
experience. So many people helped me with this book, and I want to thank them.

First the dogs, starting with my Madison, who was there every night, all night, when I was at my computer telling my stories. I think my wheaten terrier stood, sat, and curled up by me to make sure she was included in the book. She is.

Next, here’s a note to Madison’s friends Izzy and Sarge:

It was while visiting my past and present I found a muse who knew just when to push, when to encourage, and when to laugh. Thanks, guys, for letting her spend hours on the phone listening to ideas and stories and, yes, a bit of grousing, all the things that go into writing a book. Among the pages of
Stories from Candyland,
I found a sweet and dear friend, your mom, Linda Dozoretz.

I’d like to thank my editor, Elizabeth Beier, at St. Martin’s Press. You referred to me as an “archivist” and not a “collector” or “hoarder.” I can’t tell you the psychological good you did for me. When you giggled and said, “I know you have a fun book,” that day at my house, I experienced a combination of excitement and fear that hasn’t gone away. That’s not bad, though. Thank you for all your help.

Sally Richardson and her team warmly welcomed me to the St. Martin’s family. Michelle Richter, Steve Snider, John
Murphy, Ann Day, Courtney Fischer, Meg Drislane, Kathryn Parise, and Jenna Dolan were also great at navigating their first-time author through this project.

My thanks to Tina Brausam, Lu Ann Smith, Barbara Sloane, and Roberta Greene for their help on myriad details and for their goodwill in accommodating my crazy schedule and hours, and to Will Soper for his creativity and care of my precious photographs.

David Shapira introduced me to Elizabeth and St. Martin’s and had great ideas for some of the chapters. Stephen Goldberg and Brian Wolf helped navigate through the legal issues. Jeanne Wolf’s encouragement about telling my life stories means so much. I appreciate Kim Dower’s helping me to overcome my shyness to tell these stories. I’m still a work in progress.

Thanks to Dr. Andrea Brandt, who helped me hum happier tunes.

I am blessed with friends who have been part of my life since the earliest days in school. To Nancy Blumenfeld, who has been my sister since I was five years old, plus my Mah-Jongg buddies Willy Erlicht, Fran, Sheila, Darlene, Linda, Lucy, Joyce, Kris, Wendy, Fabienne, Pitzie, and Cheryl. To the Simmons family, Denise, Danny, Victoria, and Laura, who have been such a major support for as long as I have known them. My Syrian sister, Ghada Irani, has graciously taken me everywhere in the world. I love her dearly. To Alicia
Rose and Paula Meehan, I appreciate the love, laughs, and inspiration. You told me I could write a book. I think I’m beginning to believe you.

I have a great personal team, too. Alana Voeller seemed to be spending more days making copies and air-expressing photos than she spent at home. Rodney Baer helped me find the items in the attic, then counted boxes, found descriptions, and assured me that I was as organized as I hoped I was.

Other special help came from Bob Dally, who not only decorates my homes but brightens my life; Beverly Callison, who remembered all the little things, which is why Aaron loved her; and Kevin Sasaki. Thank goodness he hired people with great memories.

I loved telling my son, Randy, about the stories I was relating and laughing with him at some of the memories and experiences our family shared. I love you, Randy.

Some of my inspiration came from knowing that I have two grandchildren, Liam Aaron and Stella Doreen, thanks to my daughter, Tori, and her husband, Dean. I wanted them to hear about their grandfather, grandmother, mother, and uncle and know how great life can be.

I truly appreciate all the support and encouragement from so many special people in my life. As in any “game,” I look forward to the next move.

I
hadn’t done a lot of writing in my life.

Growing up, I had learning disabilities before ADD and dyslexia had names, and my education was dedicated to pursuits such as being charming, polite, and fashionable, plus learning sewing, cooking, decorating, good posture, proper etiquette, dancing, and preparing to be the best wife ever.

Once I married Aaron Spelling and tried to be the best wife ever, I didn’t think much about writing. I was married to the man who would become the most prolific producer and writer in television history. His influence helped define pop culture for decades. I was his collaborator, cheerleader,
executive assistant, housekeeper, trophy wife, companion, and support, and I loved almost every minute of it.

After Aaron died in June 2006, I realized that much of my life’s job was done. As Mrs. Aaron (Candy) Spelling, as etiquette suggested, I ran businesses, raised children, designed and built houses, and had my charitable work and many friends and activities—but Aaron had listened to me, communicated with me, had been my barometer for social, cultural, and political issues and much more.

I realized I could have a voice, but I wasn’t sure anyone wanted to hear what I had to say. Some said, “Start blogging.” I looked up the word
blog
, wrote a few, and fell in love with the interaction and access in today’s world.

The more I spoke, the more I realized that anyone who did think he or she knew me defined me as that rich woman with the gift-wrapping room. I was the mother who may or may not have given her children all the money they thought they deserved, the quiet woman on the arm of one of Hollywood’s most powerful executives, and another one of the wives of Hollywood with the beautiful clothes at the star-studded parties.

Exposing my opinions means exposing myself. It has been scary, but enlightening, threatening, and exhilarating, and I’m having fun.

When I was offered the opportunity to write a book with stories about my life, I instantly said yes. I was ready.

I’ve always loved telling stories. As a shy child and, later,
as a wife not encouraged to speak, I often created stories about my surroundings, people I’d see, places I wanted to go. I’d look at characters in paintings or figures in statues and imagine what they were thinking or what they’d do next. I’d imagine how much fun my friends were having on dates, or how happy Tori and Randy must be at school with their friends and favorite teachers while I was cooking their dinner at home.

This book relates many of the stories of my life and the stories I’ve imagined about how life can be.

I’ve been on a wonderful ride, exposed to some of the most interesting people and places in the world, while struggling with the issues of my baby boomer generation as we moved from innocent children to conflicted teens, through marriage, motherhood.

Things might have been a lot different if my parents had encouraged me to write rather than fold napkins. I remember two letters I did write as a child. One was to my father, apologizing if my cooking had caused him to have an ulcer. My parents thought it was adorable and gave it to the local newspaper to publish.

And I wrote a will when I was nine.

My family was eating dinner, and half a worm emerged from my artichoke. Convinced that I had just eaten the other half, I screamed and announced I was probably going to die. Neat and organized from an early age, I decided I had to write “my will” and say goodbye to my family. I found out
years later that my mother kept it. She could at least have corrected the spelling and punctuation for me.

MY WILL

When I die from eating a worm I leave all my poseshons to my family, Mom, Pop & Brother & Morgen.

To My Mom, I will leave
of my astate & to My Pop I leave
of my astate & to my brother I leave
of my astate, which is $30.00, and also I leave my dog Morgen to my Mom and Morgen will get the rest of my poseshons, which whatever they may be.

Signature / Candy Marer

1954