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  • Writer's pictureAlison Conigliaro-Hubbard

Tribute: Norman Lear

๐—ช๐—ฒ'๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ต. ๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ก๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ โ€“ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—œ'๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ต๐˜† ๐—œ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—บ.


I never met him (one

of those people I always wished I could share a conversation with), but from afar, I thought he was brilliant. And from a humanitarian way, he always reminded me of my gramps, Julius Gerber, who would have been somewhere around Mr. Learโ€™s age (101) if he was alive now.


As I consider this question, particularly at a time when I have been on such an introspective journey to โ€˜๐—ข๐—จ๐—ง ๐— ๐—ฌ ๐—ช๐—›๐—ฌโ€™, I must go back to being a young girl in Brooklyn, New York in the early 70s โ€“ the same time Norman Learโ€™s masterpiece came out, All in the Family. It was such a formative time in my life โ€“ a little girl running around the streets with ruffles, playing with my friends that came in all shapes & sizes & skin colors, religions and family backgrounds โ€“ I myself coming from a half Jewish & half Catholic family, whisked off to live on Crete where my Dad was stationed for the first year of my life, and then back to Brooklyn. We didnโ€™t have much as far as material things back then. But we had a lot of love to give and to share.



๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ธ ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—”๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฒ & ๐—˜๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—•๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐— ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ & ๐—š๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฎ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜€ โ€“ ๐Ÿฏ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด (๐—˜๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—บ). The writing was brilliant and presented humanity through the perspectives of the working-class Bunker family in Queens, and even a couple of neighbors who eventually โ€˜moved on up to the (Upper) East Sideโ€™, all with varying opinions and lenses out of which they saw the world, but, able to communicate and care about one another.


I remember Normal Lear saying, โ€˜if it encouraged people to talkโ€™, that was his purpose. And he did. Norman Lear brought us many perspectives through his character development and his work โ€“ from All in the Family to The Jeffersons to Maude to Sanford & Son to The Facts of Life and One Day at a Time, to countless othersโ€ฆ. and certainly, GenXers

like me, & Boomers can reflect on all of these and the many others in a heartfelt way.


Normal Lear was a risk taker always willing to step out on the cliffโ€™s edge in favor of creating a mutual understanding across humans. I guess I do know why I connect with that. But Iโ€™ll leave this post as a tribute to him.


Thank you Mr. Lear for your grace & humanity, & for giving us an opportunity to consider so many different lenses on the world.


And PS: because of you I can do a MEAN Edith Bunker rendition of Those Were the Days








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