My son held up the May issue of Vanity Fair. "I think Julianna Margulies and Sofia Vergara are gorgeous," he said. I agreed.
But enough of the men and the dog. I was totally loopy for Anne. I would lie in bed and scheme ways to be with her. First of all, magic would make me a man, all grown up. I wondered how old Anne was. Maybe she was 21...? She was actually in her early thirties in the mid-1950s (born in 1923), but 21 sounded old and mature to me when I was a nine-year-old boy. If I had some magic, like how Billy Batson, a boy, shouted "Shazam!" and became Captain Marvel, a man, I could move right in. Of course there was the problem of that pesky husband, Robert Sterling, but maybe she'd divorce him for me, or better yet, he could be a car crash and die. Morbid as that was, I felt it was probably the best course of action. I probably got the idea from the show; George and Marion were ghosts of people killed in a car crash.
Since I was a kid with a kid's short attention span I'm sure the crush didn't last long, maybe a few weeks, a month or so, and I moved on to some other obsession. But I remember it as being the first and only time I ever fell in love with a grown woman who starred on TV or in the movies. I remember thinking a lot of women on TV were cute or pretty, but didn't have crushes on any of them. Only her. To this day I still love the name Anne. Anne Jeffreys had started her career in B-movies, and until she got her hit television show, that was pretty much her career. I didn't know anything about a Hollywood pecking order, "A"-list stars and "B"-listers until much later. If they were on TV or in movies they were privileged, and I lumped them all together. Here's Anne all tied up and at the mercy of Bela Lugosi in Zombies On Broadway. I don't know if this was even a B-movie. Maybe lower.
Anne Jeffreys is 89 this year.
She looks pretty good for being almost 90, don't you think?
My crush on Anne has long been over, but I haven't forgotten how she was my first and only big television heartthrob.