USA and Washington DC childhood from 1973 to 1976

Childhood in Washington D.C.

The formative years of my childhood in Washington D.C. in the early 1970’s while living in suburban McLean, Virginia. It was during this stay in Washington, much to my childish know-it-all chagrin, I saw my first theatrical show.

Presidential suite of the Watergate Hotel, Washington DCWhen we arrived in Washington, while awaiting the Australian Embassy residence to be built, we lived in the presidential suite of the Watergate Hotel, during the famous Watergate scandal.  This was the first time I saw snow, the first time eating boxed cereal, the first time with color TV, my first use of a remote control, all the time when I was coming of age.

I vividly remember standing on our Watergate Hotel balcony and looking down at the ice skaters on the Potomac River. I was in awe. To my left, I could see the façade of the Kennedy Centre, directly across the river in front of me, was the Theodore Roosevelt memorial. I could see Arlington Cemetery and the Iwo Jima Memorial. I didn’t know it at the time, but directly behind the Watergate was the Old Naval Observatory and the district of Foggy Bottom, the epicenter of all spy activity.

Coming from Australia, Washington D.C. was remarkable. The distinct seasons of winter, spring, summer and fall, the extremely modern technology (at the time). The department stores of Bells, Best (my favorite) and Sears were places of wonderment and excitement to me. The massive shopping centres such as Tysons Corner in nearby Virginia, housing every style of restaurant a little boy could imagine.

Farrells Ice Cream Parlor badgeMy favorite was Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor at Tysons Corner where the menu was printed as a tabloid-style newspaper. It featured burgers and dozens of sundaes. Specialty orders were delivered with great fanfare by groups of waiters carrying the order replete with plastic zoo animals attached to the food, paraded wildly around the restaurant while singing and to the sound of ambulance sirens.

My life was good. As the son of an active and strict army father and a retired air force mummy, I was lucky to get special treatment. I was the precocious, excitable youngest child living alone with my parents in Washington D.C. during my father’s posting.

My coming of age in Washington DC

The years in Washington were definitely my formative years, and the ones that likely set my life’s trajectory.

Of course, while evolving into a teenager, at this stage I was already gay, but I had no idea about that, these things were not spoken about nor were given any media attention.

I remember when I was about 10 or 11 years old looking at the black-and-white advertisements in the back of my older brothers seedy girlie magazines where they offered mail order sales, along with sketches and short descriptions of dildo’s, penis pumps and other sexual toys to assist their sex lives, and my being somewhat imaginative laying under the covers of my bed reading these with a flashlight.

By daytime I focused on typical school things. I absolutely hated school, particularly mathematics, physical education and science. My math’s teacher at Chesterbrook Elementary School was from the state of Georgia, and to this day I speak and count numbers with a southern USA drawl.

underwear ads in the Sears Roebuck catalogJust like I thought all boys my age did, after school and homework, I would play with my G.I. Joe or Evil Knievel doll secretly in our backyard or spend time with Peter, our neighbor, and son of the Danish ambassador, playing army games in a nearby forest, making forts, climbing trees, or looking at page after page of boys & male models in underwear ads in the Sears Roebuck and J.C. Penny catalogs.

School Bus Safety Badge sashHowever, I was immensely proud of being a school bus monitor. Perhaps it was because I was the only one allowed to wear a bright orange sash and shiny silver badge. As the son of a high-ranking foreign diplomat, I took great pleasure in bossing around the bigger USA boys on the busses to and from the nightmarish schools.

To be 100% honest, I also enjoyed looking up the short sleeves of the older boys fascinated by (perhaps jealous of) their armpit hair. As a school bus monitor, I was the only boy allowed to stand while the bus moved, so this gave me a terrific way to find the best viewing angles.

One day my mummy announced it would be a good idea to take me to the Kennedy Center to watch a musical show. At the time I thought this was a horrifically boring idea but of course I had no choice… Off we went. Halfway through the Jerry Herman overture of Hello, Dolly! I was enthralled by the uplifting songs, movement, costumes and scenery — it was a revolutionary, fantastical and wonderland experience for me. By the end of the show, I wanted more. It was at this moment that the magic and excitement of live theatre determined my life’s path.

Hayloft Dinner Theatre in Manassas After this revelatory experience, I begged my mummy to take me to more of these theatrical wonderments. Occasionally we would return to the Kennedy Centre for performances by the National Ballet. She bought a subscription to the Hayloft Dinner Theatre in nearby Manassas where most were small plays, done, some with audience interaction.

At school, with a sudden interest in musicality, I joined music classes to learn to play the organ (it was gentler on my tiny fat fingers than piano). To this day, I can play chopsticks with agusto. I even undertook a woodworking class to hand make a “dulcimer” which is similar to a zither, from the nearby Appalachian mountain area.

I rehearsed for two weeks for a musical play “1776” which was being produced by Julie Conrad, a 16-year-old girl who lived next door, and the star-studded, no expense spared performance was in the Conrad’s’ basement. I played the part of Thomas Jefferson. The rest of the Conrad children (5 of them in all) all played cross dressing roles. It was apparently good enough that we were invited to remount for the local Army Wives Association a few months later.

At our neighbors’ home (lifelong friends, the Mars family of M&M’s, Mars bar fame), I would regularly hold concerts of Elton John songs with their children Frank and Michael of similar age as me in their basement on a makeshift stage using plastic microphones and musical instruments we had acquired during a shopping spree at Toys “R” Us.

We often visited Wolf Trap (which later became Wolf Trap National Park for the Performing Arts) in Fairfax, Virginia for their “Theatre in the Woods”, which is exactly what its title implies – a gorgeous little natural theatre deep in the woods which presented a number of musicals, concerts, folk festivals and puppet shows.

I was becoming a nutter for all things theatrical, and my poor G.I. Joe & Evil Knievel dolls were now becoming Shakespearian actors on tiny little dirt and cardboard stages I built in the backyard for me to dream with.

Toby Congressional Senate & House of Representatives passesDuring my incredibly lucky stay, my years in the USA as a very young teenager went by in a flash. I visited the White House twice, and met both Presidents Nixon and Ford, presenting the latter with a gold kangaroo pin on behalf of Australia which he wore on TV on Australia Day; I sat in the commanders chair inside the Strategic Air Command at NORAD deep under the Cheyanne mountains; sat with Lucille Ball in her dressing room; broke my foot jumping off our roof to save my sister; had open passes to visit either houses of Congress at any time; explored the interior of the Apollo 12 capsule; regularly swam with Brandon Lee (Bruce Lee’s son) in their indoor pool at home; had VIP experiences at both Disney World and Disneyland; attended a private party with Stevie Wonder; Mexico Juarez Toby riding horse in 1974received a U.S. Army identification card which gave me PX and Commissary privileges at any military base; often vacationed in the blue ridge mountains with the wealthiest family in the USA; sailed alongside John Wayne and Buddy Ebsen off Malibu; attended a private jazz concert in New Orleans’ tiny Preservation Hall (the birthplace of Jazz) with toothless one-armed Sweet Emma playing the piano; visited the majority of the USA states and major attractions, enjoyed tacos and rode horses and donkeys in Mexico, and so much more, but many of these stories are reserved for a future book.

Thanks to the history preserved in my mothers memoirs, here are a few fun moments:

January 1973

April 1973

My first time on TV (Bozo’s Circus)

While living in Washington DC, at the age of 8 or 9, I was invited as part of a contingent of diplomatic children to watch a live taping (with my Mum) of the #1 kids show of the time, “Bozo’s Circus”.  I was lucky to be picked that day to have an “interview” with Bozo and then do the “Bozo’s Grand Prize Bonanza Game” where I had to throw a ping-pong ball into a series of buckets to win a prize.

June 1973

Toby “Lost in Space” with Apollo 12

The most fascinating exhibit was the Command Module from Apollo 12 which was the second manned mission to the moon. The capsule weighed 13,500 pounds at launch, orbited the moon 31 times in 61.6 hours, and traveled 960,000 miles on its lunar mission. Apollo 12 returned to Earth on November 24, 1969 with a successful splashdown in the Pacific Ocean. Toby stepped inside the Apollo 12 Command Module

July 1974

December 1974

April 1975

My first time as a stupid hero @ Chain Bridge Forest

when we were living in Washington DC (my Father was the Australian Defense Attache at the time) in a rather upmarket are of McLean in Virginia called Chain Bridge Forest -- I saw what I thought was a burglar, jumped off the roof to help save my sister (in the basement), broke my leg, crawled across the street to neighbors who called the police/secret service.   Ouch, did I inadvertently cause quite a controversy

August 1975

NORAD: My Extreme Global Power

When we were living in Washington DC (my Father was the Australian Defense Attache at the time) -- we visited the NORAD facility in the Cheyanne Mountains (still in operation today).  I sat in the most powerful military commanders seat and held the phone to the President to the president.  

January 1976

April 1976

Hope for my sisters wedding

Rolling the clock forward to nearly 10 years after leaving Washington D.C., I returned to attend my sisters wedding.  Another funny moment from Mum’s memoirs is worth sharing:

In April 1985 I visited Mandy again and the whole family went over (including Max) for her marriage with Paul Jeanroy on the 25th of May. I stayed on in Washington until the end of May to visit various friends.

In hindsight, a funny, yet at the time alarming event occurred when I went to pickup Toby who had flown over for the wedding and was staying at the Sheraton National Hotel. Having not seen him for many months, I drove over to pick him up and was waiting under the portico.

The hotel has a revolving door to enter the lobby. I saw Toby excitedly moving fast toward me through the lobby. An elderly gentleman passed my car and was entering the hotel through the revolving door. As he came through the revolving door, the gentleman was knocked to the ground while going inside. Toby must have pushed the door too fast, as it knocked the man to the ground. The doorman and Toby raced to help him up while concerned hotel staff joined them. The poor chap turned out to be OK after being pushed flat on his face, he took it all in very good spirits with Toby and came out my car to say he was fine. The man was Bob Hope!!! Fortunately, his nose was not hurt. You can imagine the embarrassment from Toby for the next few hours.

April 20th, 1976|Reference, Travel, World|
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