Dear Stan -
In about 1990, I got a letter from Stan, who had been given my name by Stacey Krammes, the then-curator of the Hoover Historical Center. We corresponded and then talked by phone. I drove from San Francisco to Los Angeles to meet him. We opened every closet door in his large apartment, dragged every vacuum out into the open, ran them all, and laughed and ate and laughed some more. I remember that we went out to a restaurant and sat outside. We were interrupted 2 or 3 times by people who knew Stan and stopped to say hello. The man knew EVERYBODY!
The next day, Stan took me to a local "alternative" church that he was an organist at. It was a church started by a man who was then in his 80s. It was kind of a "new-age" place. I bet Charles remembers the name. After the service, we were standing out on the patio and Stan said, "Oh, I've got to go over and say hello to a friend". He walked over and spoke to a beautiful, elegantly dressed older woman. I asked him later who she was, and he said "Cyd Charisse!" I almost fell over. But, before we left, the former star of Dobie Gillis, Dwayne Hickman, walked up and started talking to Stan. He was with his wife. He and Stan had a lively conversation about a screenplay they were collaborating on. It was about aliens that invaded a planet, and vacuum cleaners played a prominent part in the screenplay. I asked Stan years later if they ever finished it. He said that it had never been finished. Too bad!
During my visit, Stan took me to the garage carriage house on the property of two friends. Stan rented this space from them to store the rest of his collection, and his Lincoln Continental. Inside that garage was a treasure trove of vacuums. Many of them were in boxes. Almost all had original bags and cords. We dragged many of them out onto the driveway. I believe someone did a video of the collection - I think it was Mike Pupek, when he visited Stan on another occasion. There were wonderful things: Royals, Hoovers, Singers, Apexes. Just wonderful vacuums. Stan talked a mile a minute about their features and history.
The thing I loved the most about Stan was his story-telling. No story was EVER completed all the way to the end. Read Charles Lester's interview with him from years ago, and you will see what listening to him was like. You would start on one subject, jump to something else, and end up on 8 other subjects and stories before you collapsed in laughter.
Stan died the day after my mother died. I was already reeling from Mom's death when Charles called me. As soon as he said "I have some bad news. You'd better sit down", I knew exactly what I was going to hear. I can't tell you why...I just KNEW. I had lost touch with Stan in the last few years, something that I will regret forever. I can't go back and re-do that, but it is a reminder of how fragile life is. Stay in touch with those you care about. You never know when they might be "called away".
I miss you, Stan!
John Lucia