Wednesday, March 25, 2015

It's a Wonderful Night For Oscar


It’s a Wonderful Night for Oscar

In October 1999 Ed and I were Out & About (anyone who remembers "Ed and Amber Out & About" can I get an Oh-Ya), I believe we were at store, and Ed looks at me and says "I want to have an Oscar Party." I was thinking "hmmm that sounds like fun," envisioning our living room alive with the energy of our nearest and dearest. So I said "that sounds like fun, who do you want to invite." He looked puzzled at me so I said to clarify, "your mom, your dad, Sue, Judy...?" He said "no, I want to throw it at Fontana Community Church​'s Reception Hall". The quaint little gathering round hearth and TV quickly vanished and I realized my husband was in event mode and we embarked on the first of 5, Ed and Amber's Oscar Parties.

After only 6 months of work we were ready with 68 people in attendance, volunteers, and prizes that made it fun for everyone.  Ed came up with a way to make all of the awards exciting. We worked to get a bevy of prizes to give away, then we created 5 different colored star wands (that we cut out ourselves using the die cutter at the Fontana School District Media Center and the original ones were stapled to straws.) For each category those in attendance would choose the corresponding color of who they thought might win. Those who guessed correctly would get a ticket for the drawing. Then during the commercials we would draw the tickets to give away the most amazing prizes like; hotel stays in Las Vegas, amusement park tickets, live theater tickets, gift baskets, concert tickets, etc.

We also gave away our own little gold plastic Ed and Amber Oscar Party Oscars to Best Dressed Man and Woman. It was a blast!! The last event was held at the Golf Club in Fontana in their grand room and 274 people were in attendance with bigger and better prizes, multiple giant screen TV's, a resort style buffet dinner. Oscar Night was one of our favorite nights of the year and the thought of being without him this Oscar Night hurts. But the memories of our Oscar nights will fuel awesome memories of Eddie for a lifetime.

Music and Lyrics and the Alamode




Music and Lyrics and the Alamode


There is a faction of people who believe that when two people have a lot in common it makes for a great relationship, there are still others who believe that opposites attract. When Eddie and I became friends we fell into both categories. We had a lot in common but in a lot of ways we couldn’t have been more opposite. Music was a very important part of both our lives but as far as academics was concerned, Eddie was third in our class and I was third from the bottom.


Somehow from our dubious beginnings as feuding youngsters we managed to forge a passing friendship in Junior High. He was one of the top instrumental musicians and I was one of the top in vocal music. I began to see Ed and something more than just that “Fat Little Tiedgen Kid,” and just started seeing him as Eddie. We didn’t share any classes in Jr. High or High School because Ed was a very good student and excelled into the highly academic classes. I relied heavily on my drama and music classes to bring my grade point average to somewhere around average.


In high school we found ourselves one morning at Fontana High School auditioning to be a part of the same youth experience group. We had attended a daytime and evening rally for Kathy Lee Crosby’s “Get High On Yourself”. In the 80’s Kathy Lee Crosby was co-host of a TV Show called “That’s Incredible.” She had started this youth program as an arts based program that taught kids to stay away from drugs and alcohol. They were looking for more youth all over Southern California to be troupe members that would travel around together doing positive self esteem workshops from kids to kids.


The day of the audition Ed had is German foreign exchange student with him. He was looking for someone he knew so he didn’t have to entertain the German kid by himself all afternoon and I was looking for anyone I knew so I could feel like I wasn’t the only one there. That day changed everything for Ed and I and started us on a friendship that was extremely close.


One might expect that Ed would perform an instrumental music piece and that I might sing a song for my audition. However, Ed decided to do a comedy routine that he had come up with on the spot and I did a monologue that I had created that day as well. We both were great, if I do say so myself.


There were other kids from other schools present and we all seemed to gel fairly well. With each new “Get High On Yourself” rehearsal and event Eddie and I became closer and more like best friends. It started because most events and rehearsals were out in the Los Angeles area so we relied on each other to carpool. During those rides and events we started realizing that we had lots of reasons to be friends.


We had the same irreverent sense of humor. While I drew out the extrovert in Eddie he drew out the balance and calm in me. I thought of it very much like a great song, it takes both the music and lyrics to make it work.


When it was time to graduate, 1985, Ed was heading to become a music major at UCLA and I was headed down the block to Richard’s Beauty College in Fontana. We were still heavily involved in “GHOY”. My sister and I would drive out to Van Nuys each weekend to spend time with Ed and al our “GHOY” friends.


I remember one weekend in particular when Eddie and I were sitting in his bedroom closely together. I don’t remember what he was showing me, but we were laughing and I had a brief thought that shocked me, “hey he is pretty cute.” That same weekend we happened to be talking about relationships. When you get a lot of young people together, you will eventually come around to talking about relationships. Ed and I were discussing how a relationship shouldn’t make you complete. You should be a complete person already and a relationship is like the alamode on a pie, it makes you better.


On the drive home, I remember looking at my sister and saying, “I think I like Ed.” I said it out loud almost like a question. She didn’t seem that shocked but seemed like she could see the pairing. At home, I sat in my room thinking of Ed and wondering if he was thinking about me. I opened up my notebook, got out a pen and started writing him a letter.


In this missive I told Ed how much his friendship meant to me and that I was really glad that we had become so close. I thanked him for letting us come up to stay with him every weekend while we hung out with the other GHOY kids and that I hoped we would be friends forever. I ended the letter by saying, “and by the way, I think I would really like to be your alamode.”


I put it in an envelope but it took me a good hour to lick it closed. Before I could think anymore about t I put it out in our mailbox, took a deep breath and flipped up the metal flag. I went through the rest of my week wondering if I would hear from him, and if I heard from him, what would he say. However, the phone never rang and each day I got more and more nervous that I had flubbed up a great friendship by going “there”.  Like most of our weekends, we were due to go to L.A. again and I was down right scared that things would be awkward and uncomfortable for us both.


However, when Sue and I arrived things were like they always were. I hoped against hope that maybe I wrote down the address wrong and he never received it. Or, if he had received it, he was just going to ignore it and I could blissfully do the same and we would forever just pretend it never happened. Then Sunday came.


During Sunday afternoon several of us were hanging out at Ed’s and we decided to go get frozen yogurt. On the way back to Ed’s apartment he turned to me and said, “when we get back to the apartment I would like to talk to you about your letter. In that one moment my stomach dropped and I felt nervous and sick. While the rest of the group sat in the living room laughing and watching TV we went into Ed’s room and discussed my letter and what would change about our relationship if we began to date each other.


We didn’t know it at the time but Eddie had severe OCD but beyond that he was very analytical about things and it was one of those things that endeared me to him. I loved how brilliant he was and even though it was clear, to me anyway, that he was much smarter than I was, he never made me feel that way. For someone who grew up believing she was stupid it was an amazing feeling.


We were very detailed about what would change. During that 3 hour conversation we decided that we would most definitely kiss and that we would most definitely not have sexual intercourse (so to avoid any unwanted pregnancy). We both agreed that we would hold hands, tell our friends that we were dating but that we would also give it a trial run so that if we found it didn’t work, we could still save our friendship. Most girls would not have found the discussion romantic at all, but I knew Eddie and I knew that he didn’t have a lot of romantic experience but even more than that we accepted each other for who we were.


When the discussion was coming to a close we decided to go out into the living room and tell our friends that we were a couple. We walked out smiling slyly and one of our friends said “what are you guys doing?” We looked at each other and he said “tell them.” I said proudly “We have decided to start dating each other.” Our group of friends looked back with blank unsurprised faces and said “It’s about time!” Apparently they had seen our coupling long before we did.


We knew within the first month that we would be together forever. We understood each other we had a lot in common and then it seemed where I was weak he was strong and where he lacked I had abundance. Soul mates. Ed was shy when it came to girls. I used to wonder if I hadn’t written that letter what would have happened and then I realized when two people were made to love one another as much as Eddie and I were, it was bound to happen no matter what.


The Beginning - Moving to Valley Blvd.

The City of Fontana back in the 1972 was a small Steel town with a tight knit community of people who all seemed to know each other in one way or another. My mom (Phyllis), my grandmother (Daisy), my sister Sue and I had moved to Fontana to get away from the hustle and bustle of the Los Angeles area just as I was turning 5 years old. We lived in a modest home on a tree filled street with lots of families. It seemed the ideal local for a family looking to get away from the rising crime and unsafe conditions of the big bad city.

Within the years that we lived in that very first Fontana house on Palmetto Ave., many things happened that would have a great effect on the rest of my life. In the telling of the story of Ed and I, I will revisit the Palmetto home many times no doubt, but for now I will focus on a few things that moved me to my first encounter with Eddie Tiedgen.

Mom’s brother Jack had moved out to Fontana first and told my mom what a nice area it was and how it would be a great place to raise us girls. We were all very happy that mom had bought the house in Fontana. We, however, only lived there for 4-5 years when two things happened that scared my mom immensely.

My sister and I were attending North Tamarind Elementary. Prior to this school we had attended a private school where Sue (who is four years older than me) had excelled so much she was allowed to move ahead two grades. This adolescent wunderkind would be the bar that I had to try to strive for for many years to come. I was an average student, in the age appropriate grade who had begun to have a healthy self consciousness about her inability to excel in academics.

The first incident happened when we invited Sue’s teacher home for dinner one evening. He had been instrumental in helping Sue translate what she had learned at the private school into what she needed to know in the now advanced grade that she found herself in. After dinner they went for a walk and this guider of the young tried to kiss my sister. She rebuffed his advances, ran home and told mom who was like a mother bear protecting her cubs. This alone could have just been a very bad isolated incident but combined with the next two created a very big problem.

The second incident happened while I was walking home one day around the age of 7. A van began to follow me home very slowly. The driver, a man who looked to me to be in his 20s, kept calling out to me to come over to him. Unfortunately by this time I had already had a great deal of innocence stolen from me so I could feel that something wasn’t right. However, my mom had drilled into our heads the importance of not being rude under any circumstances so my childish brain was torn. I stopped briefly and politely told him that I couldn’t because I had to get home very quickly. He pulled to my side of the street and tried to lure me in with the promise that he had something cool to show me. I was afraid and started to walk faster and ignore him. He got more and more and insistent so I walked up to one of our neighbors homes and acted like I was opening the door. He drove off very quickly and I was saved. Thank goodness my neighbors weren’t home, so I didn’t have to explain why I was trying to walk into their home without knocking.

I went home and told my mom what had happened and I remember her being very concerned. It was the first crack in the picture she had of the safe area that she had moved the things that were most precious to her in this world, her little girls.

The third and final thing happened not long after. The four of us had been out shopping we pulled the faux wood paneled station wagon into the driveway and it was clear something wasn’t right. The front door was ajar and inside our belongings had been tossed about in the unknown robbers search for our things of value. My mom’s picture of serenity and safety was smashed to bits. Jack owned a property on Valley Blvd., with several acres that included a front house, storage areas, a good size orange grove, a two story back house and various other buildings on the other end of the orange grove. He suggested that it would be safer for all of us if we moved on to his property.

Sue was making the move to Junior High and I was sent to enter the third grade. Sue went to school near our old neighborhood but I moved schools to the elementary closest to the Valley property, Cypress Elementary.

Meeting Eddie Tiedgen

There is much of my childhood that I don’t remember for one reason or another, however I remember very clearly meeting Eddie for the first time. I was in Mrs. Flower’s class and so was he. I remember sizing him up as a husky kid with big tuft of curly hair perched on his forehead and two overly large front teeth that seemed to get my attention every time he opened his mouth. I can’t tell you why he stuck out to me, but I do remember watching him interact with the other kids on the playground. It seemed like he was always in charge. The first few days I didn’t say anything to him and he didn’t say anything to me either. But then I made the mistake of following behind him one day. I remember he stopped, abruptly turned around and said, “why are you following me?” I was flustered because I certainly did not want him to know that I was and I said, in my best ‘what is it to you anyway’ voice, “I’m not!” He looked me up and down and said, “yes you were and you better stop it.” I was so angry. After all, who did he think he was anyway?

After school that day my mom picked me up and as we got home and got out of the car to slide the gate open so my mom could drive through I saw him across the street. Sauntering into the gate directly across the street from our property! I remember feeling angry and huffing and my mom said, “what’s wrong?” I rolled the gate back in place behind the car, got in and said, “that fat little Tiedgen kid lives across the street! He is a big bully!” That was the beginning.
Day after day as I would play outside I would see him and we started yelling at each other across the four lanes of busy traffic that was Valley Blvd. What were we yelling about? Various things really. Either his dog or my dog was barking too loudly. “Shut your dog up!” he would yell with as much authority as he could muster. “You shut your dog up!” I would screech back in as much defiance as I could muster.

At school I tried to keep clear of him but managed to be witness to some playground bullying at the hand of that fat little Tiedgen kid. What made it worse is that inside of class he was always one of the teacher’s pets. Good grades and good manners covered up a multitude of sins for Eddie and it burned me up!

In fourth grade we again had the same class. This time it was Mr. Grinich. Eddie was again one of the favored students and I was just another of pack. One particular day as we were standing in line at the desk, waiting for the teacher to check our work, I was bored and touching things. I began playing with the stapler and Eddie saw a golden opportunity. He waited until my finger slipped in just the right position and he slammed the hammer down and put a staple right through my finger! I began shaking my hand wildly and was admonished curtly by the teacher to “stop bleeding all over my papers!” I was sent to the nurse and Eddie sauntered back to his desk without one word said to him. I wanted to punch him in the nose!!

If someone had walked up to me and said that boy is the man you are going to marry some day I would have spit right in their eye!

Stories of Us

Stories About Us
By Amber Lyn Tiedgen
Begun on January 2, 2015


Prologue

I’m beginning this journey of pen and paper primarily to celebrate a romance for the centuries. At least that is what if feels like to me. I am no good at putting things in chronological order so I’m sure I’m going to meander a bit, just as one does when rediscovering a favorite destination. Savoring the small moments that altogether make a complete journey. My journey, as my life, will revolve around the love of my life Edward Walter Tiedgen or as I called him, Eddie. Along the way you will get to know him, me and how together we taught the world around us how to love along with us.