This story was shared with me by an Oz friend.
It is a charming tale and sounds just like
anyone acquainted with Margaret
knew her to be...
How I met Margaret Hamilton?
In short, when I was a kid I wrote to General Foods
with the address on the back of a Maxwell House Coffee jar.
My parents drank the stuff. I asked them to send me her address, and they did!
This was her home address in Gramercy Park (NYC).
I wrote her letters, and she wrote back and sent autographed glossies!
When I was 18, I asked her if I could visit her in NYC.
An older friend and I flew up, and she invited us to her apartment!
When I arrived at her building (she owned it), the doorman was expecting me,
and took us to the 8th floor.
He pointed out her apartment door, and I knocked on it.
I noticed a mirrored-wall picture of Maxwell House Coffee on the wall next to her door.
I heard her say my name - asking if I were there?
When I responded, she told me to come inside and have a seat.
She was in the bathroom drying her hair and would be out soon.
I was so nervous anticipating her walking into the living room where we were waiting.
The phone rang, and she called out for me to answer it.
It was her agent. Then, another call... her cousin in Connecticut wanting
to know if she arrived in town safely.
I couldn't believe it! I was taking calls for Margaret Hamilton!
Finally, she entered the room with a towel on her wet head
and her arms stretched for a hug!
It was funny and touching!
We had a great conversation in her apartment... going through her scrapbooks of her career!
(More stories to tell, later!) She took us to her favorite neighborhood restaurant, Luchows.
Then, she arranged, through her agent, two Broadway show tickets for "Annie,"
then the biggest show in town and sold out for 6 months. The seats were 5th row center!
What a great experience!
This is all the truth, Wendy. You are welcome to use anything for your web page.
My mother is always telling me I should get my experiences with her in
print for others to enjoy.
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