in my own words...

Trevor CallisonReading and writing has always been a big part of my life.  While my brother Reginald always seemed to be out playing with the other kids, I was always content to stay in our library buried under piles of books.  Mother always seemed happy that I'd developed a love for literature.  She was always reading one book or another be it a classic work or one of her romance novels.  It came in handy that my family owned a publishing company.  We always had tons of books to read.  I think that because of our shared interest in reading, I was probably a lot closer to my mother than to my father.  He always seemed to be focused on Reginald and his education.  Because he was the oldest, Reginald was the one that was supposed to take over the family business one day and carry on the Callison traditions just like may father had done for his father and my grandfather had done for his father before that.  That didn't bother me.  I had no real interest in the whole business world, anyway.  I was more content to read books and write stories.  It was like Mother and Father had held a secret meeting and decided to divide the children up.  Of course, really it wasn't that drastic, but the way our parents treated us couldn't have been more different.

Reginald always had to be the best at everything.  He had to have the best grades and be the best athlete.  Father would always make a big deal about what ever award or trophy Reginald would bring home.  It was Mother who put the blue ribbon I won for a short story I had written in a place of honor on the mantel.  Now, the true irony in all of this was that Reginald really had to work to succeed in school.  He was always studying for some big test and worrying about what Father would do if he didn't get the highest grade in the class.  I just went in a took the test and would get the highest grade.  It seemed like I never studied.  I really didn't have to.  Reginald always seemed to be a little jealous of that.  Now, don't get me wrong, Father wanted all of his children to succeed.  "A good Callison is a success in whatever they do," he would always say.  It just seemed like it wasn't quite as important to him for me to succeed as it was for my brother.  While Reginald had to spend hours listening to Father lecture about what he had to do to carry on the family business, I was left alone to read and write and have fun.

As much as I liked my books, I think I liked girls more.  At least I did once I realized they existed as more than my mother or my annoying little sister.  I think it was Maddy Forsythe in ninth grade who made me realize that some girls were different.  Just the site of her would turn my insides into mush.  I would write poems to her all the time and we wound up going steady.  I thought that, one day, we'd get married, but she and her family moved away to Florida and I never saw her again.  Sure, other girls have come and gone since then, but there will always be a special place in my heart for her.  I guess you never do forget your first love.  I'm not sure I've ever really felt that way about anyone since.

Now, as much as I really didn't care for the family business, I really liked the idea that we also owned the local newspaper.  The only times I ever spent with Father at work were the days he would take me to The Daily Post to show me around and tell me how the newspaper world worked.  I loved the idea of getting to write stories and articles that lots of people would actually get to read.  Garrison Fielding was the editor of the paper at the time and I would go to his office after school and he would sit and tell me stories about when he was just starting out as a reporter.  He told me that, once, he'd even gotten to interview Mary Pickford!  Wow!  I was so excited about the idea of working for a newspaper that I joined the staff of our high school paper.  It wasn't long before I became the editor of the Albanyville High Gazette.

When Reginald went away to college at Harvard, just like Father had wanted, I began to get some of the pressure that he had always gotten.  Father was starting to give me the same lectures about carrying on the family business.  He seemed satisfied that I wanted to work at the newspaper.  I think as long as I was involved in some part of the business, he would have been all right.  I graduated high school and went away to UCLA to major in journalism.  Sure, it wasn't as ivy league as Harvard, but I really wasn't interested in all of that.  Father had wanted me to go to Harvard, but when I insisted I didn't want to, he didn't force the issue.  While I was at UCLA, I did all the things I was supposed to do:  joined a fraternity, studied for the first time in my life, got excellent grades, and dated lots of girls.  One of them, Evelyn Bartlett, I almost got engaged to.  I really didn't want to get married, but she was such a sweet girl and was really insistent about it.  In then end, we didn't get engaged and I actually broke up with her.  As great as she was, she wasn't the right one.  I'm not really sure how I knew that, but I did.   I guess I was still hoping that Maddy would come back.  No one else I ever met quite held up compared to her.

I was heartbroken and devastated when I found out through some mutual friends who had managed to keep in contact with her family that she had gotten sick and died.  I never knew exactly what she had gotten sick with, but it didn't matter.  She was gone forever.  I had to accept the fact that she would never come back.  I finally put her behind me, moved on with my life, and got my degree.

Now, I'm working at The Daily Post as a reporter while Reginald is running the newspaper.  Father told him that it would be good practice for running the entire company.  I've dated some girls off and on, but I've just been seeing Lorraine Blake for a few months now.  She's Father's secretary and a really sweet girl.  She just doesn't make me feel the way Maddy used to.  I know that if I ever find someone who makes me feel like that again, I won't let her go like I did with Maddy.  I'll move heaven and earth to have her by my side forever.  I know it sounds a little sappy, but I guess that's just me.  Father said it comes from reading too many of Mother's romance books.

March, 1935