2008-11-06T11:03:00.000-08:00

UNCLE FORRY

NOVEMBER 24, 1916 - DECEMBER 4 , 2008

Statements from our Friends James Warren and Verne Langdon.

This will be one funeral I never wanted to go to.

I always thought he would outlive me.
I thought he would outlive everyone.
And in a way he will.
They're going to remember his name long after we're gone.

A lot of people are saying he was a good man.
He was not a good man.
He was a great man.
His friends adored him.
His fans couldn't get enough of him.
People he never met idolized him.
His enemies hated him because he was a better man than they were.

During those golden years I was his publisher my emotions toward him
ran from:
- Irritation
To amazement,
To admiration,
To fondness,
To affection,
To love.
True Love.

I was dazzled by his enthusiasm.
Humbled by his abilities.
Captivated by his style.
He was so good at what he did.
He was warm.
He was funny.
He was precious.

That's why it's so terribly hard to say goodbye.

In all the years I knew him I never once heard him raise his voice in anger.

He always spoke - and sang - in a quiet voice.
He spoke softly.
He spoke low.
He would always speak low.
Like the song:
"Time is so old,
But life is brief.
Forry was gold,
And time - a thief.
We're late,
It's getting late,
The curtain descends,
Everything ends
Too soon,
Too soon ..."

Now he's with the great Talents he loved.
Al Jolson.
Marlene Dietrich.
Sammy Davis.
To them we say:
"Welcome him.
Enjoy him."
We did.
For ninety-two years.

Forrest J Ackerman, it's time to get into that space ship and fly.
Fly right over the Horizon.
Just like you used to.
And while you're up there, look down and see the million lights
shining on Planet Earth.
Each one is a young reader you influenced.
Each one is a part of the Legacy you gave to us.

So long, Forry.
Have a good trip.
Have a great trip.

I'll see you later.

- Jim

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FORREST J ACKERMAN: On Thurday, October 30, Joe Moe, my wonderful friend and caregiver/protector/compadre/right hand to Forrest J Ackerman - phoned to tell me he was bringing Forry home from the hospital and that Forry had asked to see me.
I was one of a small group he had either the energy or the desire to see one last time - and I rearranged my business and personal matters and headed down the coast to him, even as another dear friend of equally many years-plus - James Warren - was doing the very same, granting Forry's wish and flying a far greater distance than I drove, for the very special time, last time in this lifetime at least, to be near to our dear "EF-JAY". The first day (October 31) I visited him his front lawn had been transformed into a cemetery, complete with headstones and skeletal hands reaching up from the soil.
I was appalled at the sight.
Who could be so callouse as to play such a ghoulish prank? Who? Who, indeed! Forry. That's who. It was Halloween, after all, and he wanted the children to have "the mood" of his favorite holiday. In the living room window some of his most-favorite frightening faces stared out for every trick-'r-treater to see and be spooked by! That's why he'd asked to be brought home from the hospital - so he could watch the kids come up his driveway on Halloween night - past the headstones and famous monsters in his window - to his porch and front door for their treats.
No tricks? Sadly, the "trick" is on all of US, that "trick" being that this is Forry's final Halloween.
You're going to hear a lot from people who have no idea of "what killed Forry": Heart attack.
Stroke.
Etc.
Truth be known, Pneumonia is his Prince Sirki, along with old age and natural causes.
Plus he's tired of not "being able to taste" his food.
By his own woeful description to me, "I'll never be able to taste a hot dog again." What is life without being able to taste a hot dog? No life at all. And so, his hourglass is on "empty".
On October 31st when I saw him he could barely sign his name. He was kept warm with of all things a black blanket with little white dancing skeletons printed all over it. I told him I thought it was sick, and he was absolutely delighted with my sincerely-horrified reaction. Forry was intent on regaling me with stories about him and Jim and their bad-boy "exploits" in the Big Apple and elsewhere. He of course assaulted me with "Baby Face" as only Forry can sing it, and we whiled away the very precious time smiling, laughing (weakly), and more than once my tears rolled freely down my cheeks, as when he made great effort to tell me I was the "best" MC at any of his birthday bashes, "ever".
As I sat there with him, in the battered remnants of his once-massive-now-mini collection of magical monster and moonfan memorabilia, it became increasingly clear to me that for all his collection, Forry's most treasured, nay cherished "possessions" were not possessions at all, but rather accumulated favorite people nearest and dearest to him, his proteges, his Special ones, his feted ones, his Friends. Forry and Jim Warren made magazine history together, and so it is of course fitting that Jim Warren spent much of Forry's final days with him as well. I was with them for most of it as they sang Jolson songs together, laughed easily about times gone by, and loved one-another as always they did. I watched as long as my aching heart could take it, then I quietly stepped from the darkened room and cried like a baby. I was not the only one; Jim was affected the same way, as were others who paid their last living Respects.
FJA's work will survive him for all to see in back issues of his and Jim's magazines, on liner notes of my albums, in the fine script he penned for our "An Evening With Boris Karloff And His Friends" Decca LP album for all to hear, and so much more work elsewhere.
Forrest J Ackerman was a man among men, First in the field of One, an enigma both enigmatic and charismatic at the same moment, and - above ALL else - a true, genuine, bonifide, satisfaction-gay-ron-tee'd COLLECTOR, bigger and better than any other "collector" I've ever known.
In fact, Forrest J Ackerman was the "Grand Daddy" of them all, the prototype where all the other monster and sci-fi collectors actually learned to be "collectors."
Forrest J Ackerman: Once he was ours.
Now he belongs to The Ages.
Adieu, old Friend.
- Verne Langdon

2008-08-31T11:45:00.000-07:00

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2008-03-26T13:22:00.000-07:00

Didn't get a chance to make it out to Vegas for this year's Transworld? Never fear! The H.M.A. has done all of the work for you. There really were some great products showcased at this year's show, but somtimes picture taking is frowned upon. Anyhoo, just click HERE to check out some of the cooler items coming at you in '08!

2008-02-04T14:41:00.000-08:00

If you're a mask collector that's never heard of Joe Dolinich, don't be ashamed. Joe has been off the mask radar for years and it's my pleasure to be able to bring him back into the fold where he belongs. Now living in Arizona as a family man, Joe leads a normal and quiet life, but there was a time in which he was a true life Dr. Frankenstein of sculpting and monster making. Throughout the 80s and 90s, Joe had worked his magic on everything from catalogs, music videos, feature films, all the way to creating some of the most beautiful sculptures the mask world had ever seen. Joe was kind enough to take some time out and answer a few questions for everyone at The H.M.A.. I hope you enjoy.

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF JOE DOLINICH

2007-07-13T16:12:00.000-07:00

The winner of this year's Distortions Unlimited Mask Making Kit Contest, is none other than Jack Brodsky!!!! Jack's hideous creation has won him a $250.00 Distortions Unlimited gift certificate, as well as a Distortions Unlimited Mask Making kit signed by Ed Edmunds!!! Congrats to Jack Brodsky and a big thanks to Distortions Unlimited for sponsoring this great contest! The Distortions Mask Making kit can be ordered at http://www.maskmakerkit.com/ .

2007-02-28T16:52:00.000-08:00

Well gang, yet another Transworld has come and gone. Even though I've become quite jaded with much of the new Halloween product coming out, there were still enough nice items that caught my eye this year. Click the image to enjoy all of the photos!!

2007-01-05T22:59:00.000-08:00

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