Full disclosure upfront. I never met Jimmy Stewart. No interviews. No emails. No phone conversations. But I’ve got Jimmy Stewart in my brain, maybe because Stewart is TCM’s “Star of the month.” They’ve been airing most of the legendary star’s films from the ’30s through the ’80s. There was a masterful Stewart profile hosted by Stewart’s good friend, Johnny Carson. He made it feel like two buddies reminiscing about the best years of their lives.

Stewart, (center) with Amos on his right, and the B-52 crew moments after safely landing at Andersen. Before leaving Guam the next morning, Stewart again thanked Amos for his professionalism during the emergency and presented him with signed prints for each of the crewmen. (Courtesy Bob Amos)

The other night might have been my first (Yes!) viewing of 1954’s “The Glenn Miller Story.” Somehow, “The Miller Story” escaped me during those years when I went to the movies 3 or more times a week. I absolutely enjoyed the warmth and nostalgia of the movie in a way I rarely feel about contemporary films. I’ve been steadily humming “Moonlight Serenade” for the last two or three days.

Jimmy Stewart is stuck in my mind. I’m doing an interview with him — but it never really occurred. I’ve been digging through my mental folders and files for why I feel this link to Stewart. I’m aware of all his unforgettable film performances, from “Mr. Smith” to “Wonderful Life” to “Harvey.” And all those rugged 1950s and 1960s westerns — including “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.”

I couldn’t find that link.  It’s more than just the fan and movie maven thing going on.  What was it?

It hit me as I was cleaning my hearing aids. The answer!

During the late 1980s — maybe 1988 or 1989 — during Ronald Reagan’s second term in the White House, life was changing for me. Marilyn was back in my life after spending almost a decade in Israel. And I finally was able to wear the new, smaller hearing aids that are nearly invisible to onlookers.

I was elated!  No more of those ugly, big hearing aids. I was always sure people stared at them while I worked on local TV News. That was when I remembered — a conversation I had with a colleague. She was the station’s entertainment reporter and had noticed me talking to myself as I checked the audio of my tiny new hearing aids with a big smile on my face.

I was in the middle of covering a major trial that was getting international attention. I saw my image on network news shows. No hearing aids were visible. Oh, the vanity! I explained to my colleague what the tiny hearing aids meant to me. How I’d coped with a major hearing loss most of my life and the adjustments I had made to succeed in TV News.  She was genuinely surprised and smiled with an appreciative tap on my shoulder. We’d sat close to each other in the newsroom for months, talked about business and personal things — but I’d never mentioned my hearing loss.

That was also the summer Marilyn and I entertained actress Patricia Neal and legendary photographer Alfred Eisenstadt at our Martha’s Vineyard cottage, a rented place we shared with other TV news friends. Word of our friendship with Neal and Eisenstadt made the rounds in the local entertainment news world. I remember sharing stories with my entertainment reporter colleague. Sometimes name dropping can be a lot of fun … and this was one of those times.

“I met Jimmy Stewart at a Washington, D.C. cocktail party,” my colleague told me one afternoon. She had my complete attention.  “Poor Jimmy. He was struggling with his gigantic hearings aids.”

I listened with fascination. I didn’t know Jimmy Stewart needed hearing aids. It never showed in his movies or TV interviews. I listened closely for details on Stewart’s dilemma.

“Jimmy couldn’t hear what was being said at the party,” my colleague told me, “He kept looking at me awkwardly and fumbled with the conversation.”

I had an epiphany.  Jimmy Stewart fumbled with a conversation because he was trying to absorb and register what people were saying to him. The famous Jimmy Stewart verbal fumble was his way of coping with hearing problems. I probably smiled to myself as my colleague went on with her description of Jimmy Stewart’s cocktail party struggles. Fascination turned to compassion as I imagined myself in Stewart’s place, trying to filter our multiple conversations, loud music, and ambient background noise.

The Stewart story quickly faded out from my mind as I returned to my story and a pressing news deadline.

There was a letter on my desk a few days later. I was running late for the trial and was worried about getting a good seat so I could hear the lawyers and the judge,, so I didn’t get to it that day.

Trials were always a major headache for me. Years earlier, I’d taken my situation to myriad judges, court officers, and lawyers. I wanted everyone to know I was working with this handicap and wanted to be sure I got all their wise words accurately. They appreciated my candor and efforts were made to make sure I could get the information accurately and efficiently.  My best, most sincere face helped my cause. If you’ve heard this from me before, know it was the prologue for my relationship with Jimmy Stewart.

I finally opened the letter a day or two after it arrived. I was immediately suspicious. Phony, threatening, and suggestive letters are common for a TV news reporter. This one wasn’t in thick crayon or illegible ink scrawl, but I was still suspicious.

“Dear Garry,

I hope you don’t mind my assumption of friendship since we’ve never met. I deal with this business of celebrity all the time and it is presumptuous.”

I continued to read with skepticism until I realized this missive was from Jimmy Stewart. He went on to explain his cocktail party hearing problems, his encounter with my colleague who apparently talked about me and my hearing problems. Jimmy Stewart heard about this Garry Armstrong guy who was a success on Boston television news despite hearing problems. I blushed a little as I read Stewart’s account of my bravery. Most of the letter, however, dealt with Stewart’s details about his hearing aids, its components. He wanted my take on the efficiency of these new little hearing aids.

I put the letter in my desk, planning to take it home and show to Marilyn because I wasn’t good at holding on to such possessions in my professional life. My attention turned to the trial and my report for the six o’clock news.

Fast forward several hours, including my ritual, stop at the local bar before heading home — without the letter. Out of sight and mind.

I did manage to write Jimmy Stewart a few days later. I spent most of the letter talking about how I struggled with my hearing and the use of the aids. I must have appeared awfully vain, talking about overcoming my reluctance to wear hearing aids because I thought it was a stigma. My vanity was probably also obvious when I mentioned some of Stewart’s colleagues I’d met in my career.  I was young and lacked humility, telling Stewart about time I’d spent with Katherine Hepburn, Jimmy Cagney, Gregory Peck, and other stars. I forgot to mention the other stars, like Albert DiSalvo, Whitey Bulger, and Tip O’Neil.

In retrospect, I can only wonder what Jimmy Stewart thought as he read this silly, name dropping letter from a young Boston reporter.

Another Stewart letter arrived several days later. No indication of displeasure in my letter. He asked lots of questions about my hearing aids, my interview tact, and how I handled myself in large crowds. There was a hint of getting together when he came east again.

The meeting never occurred. Perhaps that’s why I’m now having these dreams about the sit-down interview that might have been.

Me and Jimmy Stewart. It never happened, but it could have. It almost happened.

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24 replies

  1. My dad took me to see The Glenn Miller Story over and over. We both loved the music!

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  2. He was a wonderful talent. I remember reading that he was always concerned about working and thought his current job might be the last one and he would never work again.

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    • True, Patricia. We recently listened to “Hank And Jim”. Excellent bio about long time friends, Jimmy Stewart and Henry Fonda. Stewart always fretted about “the next one”. Ditto Fonda.


  3. Jimmy … a Class guy. Also one of the Greatest Western Actors of all time.
    Sorry you missed out on him Garry. That would have been special for sure.

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  4. So interesting, Garry! I love Jimmy Stewart’s movies, and he always seemed like he would be a nice person in real life. Your story makes him seem even more real…not just a star on the screen.

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    • Becky, MR. Jimmy Stewart apparently WAS the real deal!. Marilyn and I recently listened to an audio book, “Hank And Jim”, narrated by David Colacci. It’s a wonderful account of the careers and deep friendship of James Stewart and Henry Fonda. Both men certainly rate the overused “icon” label. Jimmy Stewart was everyone’s American ideal. He, apparently, was the same on and off screen.
      In the 70’s, I did a TV news piece, “Mr. Markey Goes To Washington”. It was about Ed Markey, a young Massachusetts politician beginning his career. The title, obviously, was grand theft larceny from the Frank Capra-James Stewart classic film, “Mr. Smith Goes To Washington”. My piece met with success because of the obvious Markey-Jefferson Smith comparison. We even shot some scenes in Washington, D.C., helped by another political lion and friend, “Tip” O’Neill. I received a congrats note from one of Capra’s people saying young Mr. Markey had big shoes to fill in REAL life, following Jimmy Stewart’s reel character. As I recollect, Markey just smiled when informed of that note. Such was the power of Jimmy Stewart’s personality.
      Yes, I wish I’d done a REAL interview with Jimmy Stewart. I’d like to think I came close. It still feels that way.

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      • Hey Garr. Sometimes “almost” is a s good as the real thing. But re-thinking this, you did have a real relationship with Mr. Stewart due to your shared disadvantage/disability, and the fact that he wrote to you about it. When you reflect, all of us, in our little circle of friends, knew you were hard of hearing but it never made a difference.., you were a member of the gang and we had your 6.

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        • Ben, thanks for those words. I always, privately, felt (searching for word) embarrassed and sometimes thought I was the butt of humor. It was hard for me to discuss my feelings about the hearing loss in my social life – even with friends with you and others. I felt it like it made me a lesser person, something like the racial thing which I also refused to discuss. These were just things you dealt with privately and I often wondered to myself, “Gee whiz, why ME?” It felt like I was carrying an extra load and I was just miserable. I didn’t want to share those feelings and with humor to cover my feelings.
          This may be the first time I am sharing these feelings., Ben. Thanks, again, for letting me know.


      • It WAS close, Garry. Did you save the letters?

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        • Garry lost everything he got while he was working. Good writer. Good reporter. Terrible filer. Actually, terrible at storing anything then OR now. He thinks it’s because he’s gotten old, but he couldn’t find where to put anything long before we were married.

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  5. Wow!! What a fascinating life you’ve lived Mr. Garry. Soldiering on despite what life threw in your way. Jimmy Stewart couldn’t hear properly. My goodness. They sure hid that from the general public and well. I always just thought the ‘famous’ Stewart verbal foundering around was part of his ‘act’. Side (and not relevant really) note: My mother (or her older sister) knew Patricia Neal ‘before’ she became famous. I often watched her in film and admired her ability. Ma would talk about her sometimes.

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    • Melanie, thank you. Ms. Neal and Marilyn got along, talking about “The men in their lives”. I kept my distance.
      Tom Hanks was billed as the “new Jimmy Stewart” early in his career. I admire Tom Hanks very much but he’s no Jimmy Stewart. No insult intended.


      • I’d fully agree. Tom Hanks is an amazing actor and versatile; but a “new Jimmy Stewart?” Not a chance. The younger generation (and Hanks is my own generation, so who’m I calling “younger generation?” ) of actors – name actors that actually continue to get roles throughout their lives still don’t have the glamour, the acting chops (usually) nor the stamina of Hollywood’s Golden Age stars. Not even close.

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        • Melanie, I agree with your thoughts about the new generation of actors. I don’t know who many of them are and don’t follow their films or careers. I know I am showing my age here. It’s so unlike the affection I had for many actors who I grew up with. They forged my impressions on many things in real life. Cagney, Stewart, K. Hepburn, Grant, Mitchum. That’s why I feel so happy I had the opportunity to meet and spend time with so many of these legends. Fortunately, they were mostly decent folks in real life so I have been able to continue my admiration of them – long after they left us. I know the old Hollywood studio system glossed over their lives but that was just fine and right in the pre social media era where larger than life images seemed so real. An oft-repeated thought. I got to spend REAL time with these folks BEFORE social media invaded their privacy. These days, my encounters would not be possible.


  6. I saw him recently in a movie. He played an old man. Of course he would have been elderly at the time. Wish I could think of the name of the movie.

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