In Memoriam

No matter how hard you try, to know that losing a friend is coming, you

can never really be steeled against the blow. I got to know Tony

when he moved from Brooklyn in the late 1960's to Belle Avenue in

Teaneck. I grew up on that block and later bought a house on the

same street. Tony, Pauline and their children Barbara, Patricia and

Anthony were like family.

There were many times that I visited CBS in New York to watch Tony

do the evening news. Although I was not a member of that august body

of people, I got to know a lot about all the players. Newscasters,

sound men, camera men, directors and many of the technical staff.

At the time I was employed as a press photographer for the Bergen

Record in Hackensack. In my spare time I was teaching photojournalism

at Fairleigh Dickinson University.

Tony liked to dabble in still photography so we would often talk shop with

each other. A Renaissance man, Tony got into oil painting. In addition

to that, he really loved the music from the 1940's. He use to talk

about how one day he wanted to get a trumpet. He had visions of

Harry James in his head. I went to Sam Ash in New York and bought

him a coronet. When he opened the box and saw the case he looked

like a kid at Christmas. It was love at first sight when he opened

the case to see the golden glow of his dreams. I often hoped that

Paula would forgive me for putting that in his hands.

When Tony was not being watched, he loved to study the ponies.

Often our conversations were punctuated with pari-mutuel betting terms.

It took some time for him to understand Lady Luck is fickle. He took me

back to Red Hook in Brooklyn where he grew up. I met his family and

even got to photograph his mother. That photograph hung on his wall

for the rest of his life. Ton's father was a dock boss an the docks

on the waterfront, made Tony physically tough and he could usually

pass for a few years older.

When WWII broke out, he and a friend of his tried to enlist in the Marines.

They threw him out of the recruiting office because he was about 15 years old.

Tony always had a plan. So later Tony and his friend went to see a priest and while

they were in his rectory they asked him to get them a drink of water.

Rifling the priest's desk they came up with some baptismal

certificates and entered the correct names with false birth dates.

The Navy took him in a heartbeat. As the paperwork trail slowly

tried to overcome his movement across the USA, he was already gone to

the Pacific Theater. Tony became a combat swimmer. His claim to

fame was that he could swim some distance with a roll of copper wire

on his shoulder. He was there at Iwo Jima. Today we call them SEALS.

In 1975 Tony and I had a conversation about me going back into the

Navy Reserve. His encouragement led me to finish another 24 years

and become a mustang Lieutenant Commander Photographic Officer.

My grandmother had a great expression. "Show me your friends and I

will tell you who you are".

I only wish my grandmother could have met Tony Cucurullo.

LCDR (Ret.) Emmett W. Francois

Anderson Pierce Evans, Jr. age 82, passed away suddenly Saturday, November 25, 2006 at Bayview-Samantha Wilson Care Center in St. Augustine. Pierce was born in St. Augustine, on July 8, 1924 to Pierce and Grace Evans. After being graduated from Ketterlinus High School he served our country in the U.S. Army 103d Infantry Division Signal Corps during WW II. Following the war Mr. Evans received a Degree in Electrical Engineering from the University of Florida and went to work for CBS in New York.

Mr. Evans was an acknowledged expert in audio and communications systems design holding several management positions at CBS including Director of Audio/Video Engineering. He retired in 1985.

He was a member of the following organizations: Military Officers Association of America, Audio Engineering Society, Senior member of the Institute of Radio Engineers, University of Florida Alumni Association and Grand Guard, and Charter member of the National WW II Memorial Society.

Pierce authored and co-authored two books; Papa’s War, a personal account of his experiences during WW II, and a novel, The Shroud.

He is survived by his loving wife, Sally; daughters, Sandy Evans Hadsock and Pam Kelber; sister, Martha Tinsley; brother, Thomas C. Evans; three grandchildren, Aurora Jean Hadsock, Brenton Colen Kelber and Leela Michelle Hadsock.

A memorial service took place Friday December 1^st at 2:00 pm at Craig Funeral Home. In lieu of flowers, memorials in Mr. Evans' name may be made to The USO, World Headquarters, PO Box 96860, Washington, DC 20090 - 6860, atten: Care package. Funeral arrangements by Craig Funeral Home and Crematory.

Fresh out of the Army in World War II, James J. McCarthy set his vision on a new venture called television. That vision made him a pioneer cameraman who shot everything from the Beatles to the Masters Golf Tournament, going on to win eight Emmy awards. McCarthy's devotion to CBS, in a career that lasted nearly 40 years, was matched only by his devotion to his family, said his daughter, Nina Kennedy of Center Moriches. McCarthy, who grew up on the Lower East Side and later lived in Syosset and Moriches, died of a blood disorder Friday at his daughter's home. He was 87. McCarthy studied to be a camera operator after serving as a staff sergeant in Germany. He used to tell stories of the early cameras, which had cumbersome lenses that had to be constantly focused by hand. After he was hired by CBS in 1940, during the industry's infancy, he worked on news events and variety shows. He spent years working for "The Ed Sullivan Show" and captured the Beatles' debut - and was so serious about his work that he didn't let his 7-year-old daughter tag along. McCarthy covered events in Washington after President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in 1963. He used to tell his family how Secret Service officers rushed at him when he stopped to help John Jr. after the child had tripped. In the mid-1960s, McCarthy moved his family - wife, Grace, son, Tom and daughter - to Florida because comedian Jackie Gleason asked him to work on his show there. When the family returned to Long Island in 1971, his job focused mainly on sports and a few other special events. He did the Masters Golf Tournament, stood by the dangerous first turn at the Daytona 500 and shivered under a parka at football games in Minnesota. He was considered a father to many young camera operators. One was his son, who lives in Newtown, Pa., and still works for CBS. "He was really dedicated," Nina Kennedy said. "There were a lot of holidays and birth-days he had to miss because he was working. My mother had to spend a lot of New Year's Eves alone, with her own glass of champagne, because he was working on the Guy Lombardo show." Retirement in 1987 allowed him to devote all his time to his family, Kennedy said, adding that family was his comfort after his wife died in 2000. In addition to his children, he is survived by a sister, Josephine Brennan of Haverstraw, N.Y., seven grandchildren and one great-grandchild. A Mass of Christian Burial was celebrated Monday in St. John's Roman Catholic Church in Center Moriches. Burial was in Pinelawn Memorial Park. The family asked that donations be made to the Bridge for Peace prayer ministry, P.O. Box 789, Wading. River, NY 11792.

I saw the memorial for Jim Mcarthy, and I recognized the name. He must have worked with Stan (dad) often, as they listed the same shows. The obit that the newsday writer wrote could have been about my father, except, oddly enough, he was home when the Beatles appeared on Sullivan, and saw his 3 girls screaming at theTV. I was 16 and my sisters were 12 and 10. That was a rare occasion. Guy Lombardo claimed our father many New Years, when our mother sat home alone, like Jim's wife. That comment about Jim sure resonated with me. I believe my father was the last network cameraman to track a launch with friendship 7 ,John Glen, first orbital flight, before the army tracking cameras took over the job. Dad's footage is in "All The Right Stuff." He worked with JFK in the oval office and was commended for keeping Kennedy center screen, with all his moving around in the rocking chair, because of his back pain. Johnson requested the "same son-of-a-bitch cameraman that worked with Kennedy" , when he inherited the White House. when JFK was killed, dad was home again, and we watched all the events together. I watched my grown father weep. Jim McCarthy got to televise that event.Ii got to share it with my dad, another rare occurrence. Dad was offered to go the the west coast and become a TD. He chose to stay in New York. Imagine, I could have been a California girl! Stan loved his job and loved the guys he worked with, to the very end. He could not believe it when some of the guys called him. Shock turned into gratitude and amazement, that he was remembered after all these years. Stan is survived by his three daughters, Jacqueline, Wendy and Barbara, and his 'lovely lady friend', Lorraine, whom he met in a grieving support group 3 months after their spouses died. They were inseparable and were together four and a half years. My mother would have approved, whole-heartedly!
Jacqueline

It is with sadness that I inform everyone that Irv Elias passed away. Irv was a highly respected professional with a great ear for sound mixing and someone who displayed grace under fire during breaking news broadcasts. He will be greatly missed by me and all his many friends and colleagues. Irv was born July 4, 1945 and was a graduate of Hunter College. He served in the U.S. Army, in Korea and at the White Sands Missile Range. He joined CBS in November of 1967 and worked at WCBS radio. He then made the jump to CBS Television where he mixed numerous CBS Sports, News and Entertainment broadcasts. Some of his most memorable assignments were the Olympics in Albertville, Lillehammer and Nagano; CBS Evening News; Special Events; Political Conventions and Election Night coverage. He is survived by two sisters, Linda and Barbara.
Frank Governale