Exponent II Classics: Is Anybody Out There Watching?

I picked this week’s X2 Classic because I thought this woman’s career from SAHM to television writer was a great story and her new career isn’t one I know much about (although I reap the fruits of television writers’ work nearly every night). Enjoy!

I write for television. Often when I tell people that they look vague and embarrassed and say something like, “Oh really? I never watch.” Never Watching is very fashionable, and I am amazed that, given the great numbers of people who regard tv as a plague of the brain, there is a job for me at all. Surely somewhere between Los Angeles and New York City there is someone else to whom tv is as illuminating as it has been to me.

During the early 1950’s when my five children were small we made our home in Heber Valley, Utah, so close to the Wasatch Mountains that the television signal out of Salt Lake City would soar unheeding over us, remote and inaccessible as the contrail of a coast-bound jet.
Never-Watchers would no doubt consider that an advantage, but in a town of seven hundred people isolated from cultural stimulation by distance and financial need and long, harsh winters fence-deep in drifts of snow, we were ready to welcome any outside esthetic source. After all, it is impossible to read a ballet, and Ibsen resounds far more eloquently on stage than on paper.

So when Roy Loertscher eventually jeeped up Wilson Peak with equipment and installed a translator that brought two channels into our lives, it was like double doors opening onto the other side of the mountain. Liberace thumped and glittered beside his candelabra, Perry Mason made those staggering courtroom deductions, and in between there was dance and opera and Shakespeare—occasional perhaps, but with far more frequency than life in a dairy town had previously afforded. From the day those flickering images first shaped themselves on our ten-inch screen, I knew I would never feel out of touch again. It was a fascination that carried me into a full-time career and, although I am often rattled by moments of frustration and disillusionments, I have never lost faith in the potential of television as conveyor of dreams and ideas.

From the Wasatch Mountains to Hollywood was a long journey taken in small steps. Since college, my only writing experience had been for local newspapers; now I went to work part-time writing copy for a Salt Lake advertising agency. Since the agency was located below a television studio, I would slip upstairs to watch my mini-dramas promoting diaper services and drugstores played out over Channel Two. At Brigham Young University I freelanced educational and church films, discovering the heady joy of developing story and character largely through dialogue. I could actually communicate to an audience by having my characters communicate with each other!

In a writer’s magazine I found a list of west coast agents and fired off letters to each one requesting advice on breaking into television. I received exactly two replies—one suggesting I stick to raising children, the other only slightly less brusque. I decided to look up Less Brusque in person.

The hard-bitten old-timer I cornered in a Sunset Boulevard office had once been an actors’ agent, and it was to my advantage that he remembered with special good feelings several Mormon clients. He was amused and intrigued that a Mormon lady with five children had made her way down out of the mountains and was seeking, prim and white-gloved, a place in the strident, male-dominated world of television. Miraculously, before I went home he agreed to represent me.

A move to Los Angeles followed, under circumstances natural and convenient to the whole family and not entirely rooted in my own ambitions. As a matter of fact, after so much progress, the move turned out to be the inevitable step backwards. It is one thing to dream of writing for television from a dining room table in Midway, Utah; to air-mail storylines from a safe distance and hope that good new will eventually arrive at the post office; it is quite another to find yourself sucked along a freeway to the cold black tower where tv shows are born, and face a bored producer who makes you feel like you want to curl up and hide forever in the safety of an apron. To say I was intimidated is to put it mildly—I was the least assertive of women in a town which has little room for humility or soft-spokenness. I trembled in offices from Burbank to Culver City; I stammered out stories and fled down elevators and for months I simply gave up and withdrew.

But my need to communicate in the way I felt most comfortable won out. In spite of my insecurity, I sold. And sold again. And Gradually as the credits began to pile up—“Death Valley Days,” “Walt Disney’s Wonderful World of Color,” “Emergency,” a few shows that didn’t last the season—my confidence too came down out of the mountains. Limping my way to success, I began to learn little about television and a lot about myself…

…While the nature of series television does not often allow us to communicate deeply, its enormous audience permits us to touch or enliven or disturb many millions in a single hour. So that when Olivia Walton, worried about her adult offspring, says, “It’s funny—you never stop being a parent, even when they stop being children…” we know that we are reflecting a small truth that will be recognized by families from coast to coast. And when a letter comes from an old woman in a rest home saying, “Thank you for helping me to remember something I though I would never forget,” we are deeply grateful to have been able to move her.

I do not subscribe to the belief, held by certain network executives, that Watchers are an amorphous mass with a twelve-year-old mind. I communicate with people, not with numbers. An audience is made up of aware, sensitive individuals ready to reach out and respond to feelings and ideas. Somewhere beyond my typewriter are others like me, hungry for a sharing of perceptions and experiences, eager to narrow the gap that separates one human being from another. Like the gasoline engine, tv is capable of polluting; used with discretion it is a valuable tool, reflecting contemporary life, hammering away at prejudice and misunderstanding, prodding us to think and feel and grow.

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Orma Claire Whitaker
North Hollywood, California
Vol. 3 No. 4 (June 1977)


EmilyCC lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her spouse and three children. She currently serves as a stake Just Serve specialists, and she recently returned to school to become a nurse. She is a former editor of Exponent II and a founding blogger at The Exponent.

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  1. MJK says:

    It depends on *what* you write for television. I have no kids so I doubt I see most of what it sounds like you write, unless you happen to be one of the people in the Holy Grail job of writing for Sesame street. There’s a lot of stuff on TV. I’m working full time, going to school, and have a husband who likes to spend time with me too. I schedule time for TWO prime-time TV shows, ones that in my mind are amazing and superior and the writing is incredible, to rival some of the literature I’ve studied – but that’s it. (And both start back up this week as a matter of fact, and I will probably have to have my husband tape them for me so I can watch them since I work evenings ALL THE TIME.) The rest of my TV watching is all incidental stuff, mostly what’s on while I’m at work. I don’t shun TV because I’m better than “everyone else” or something -I did my fair share of Law and Order marathons glued to the couch when I was in college the first time around, but I just don’t have TIME anymore. What spare time I have I would rather be reading blogs or checking email than watching “What not to Wear” on TLC in the afternoon. Does that make me a “Never Watcher”?

  2. Starfoxy says:

    Thats way cool that you’re a writer. That was something I always thought would be fun to do as a job. Thank you for the glimpse into the inner workings. I’ll keep this in mind if I ever need a career change. 🙂

    Sadly, though, I’m a never watcher- I don’t even own a TV- however I love TV. The reason we don’t have one is the ads (I have a powerful loathing reserved for advertisements, with the fire of of a thousand suns and all that). Instead of TiVo or something like that we just rent (via netflix) the DVDs of shows that we like or are curious about to watch on our computers. It allows us to watch the whole series, chronologically and as quickly or slowly as we like. Also, because it’s a rental service it does some pacing for us, so we can’t spend all day watching TV. It’s very nice, I recommend it to anyone.

  3. Starfoxy says:

    Dang it! I need to read the titles of these posts more thoroughly! I just glossed over the title and the name at the end and thought that EmilyCC was the TV show writer (I was also a little confused, because I’m sure that she’s not old enough to have had small children during the early 50’s).

  4. EmilyCC says:

    Starfoxy, I wish I had such an interesting career! I think I’ll add a little disclaimer to the top 🙂

  5. jana says:

    Hey, we don’t have a TV, either. The other day I asked my kids if they thought they would go crazy–like have a TV in every room–when they got older because they didn’t have one growing up. My daughter wrinkled up her nose in disgust, saying that she wouldn’t want a TV, that there are so many more important and fun things to do. What validation! 🙂

  6. VirtualM says:

    Thanks for posting this – I work in TV, so does my spouse, and I studied media in school. It’s always fun to read and hear about the experiences of other Mormons in the entertainment industry, especially since a lot of Mormons (just giving a general stereotype based on personal experience- does not apply to all) are either afraid of media or see it as evil. I guess now the question isn’t “Is anybody watching?” – it’s now “Are the viewers THINKING about what they’re watching?”

  7. PJ in nv says:

    A web search for Orma turned up this from Brief Biographies
    of Latter-day Saint and/or Utah
    Film Personalities:

    Also credited as: Orma W. Wallengren; Claire Whitaker Peterson. Neice of filmmakers Wetzel O. Whitaker and John “Scott” Whitaker. Mother of television screenwriter and producer Ernie Wallengren. Mother in law of movie producer John Garbett. Orma is the screenwriter of “Johnny Lingo” (1969), the most popular LDS Church video from the early filmmaking period of the Church. Co-writer of the major Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints-produced video “Man’s Search for Happiness,” as well as other Church videos, along with with Wetzel O. Whitaker and Scott Whitaker, during the period that the Whitakers ran the BYU motion picture department. Story consultant for the classic BYU-made Church video “The Mailbox” (1977). She wrote for the TV series “Death Valley Days”, “Wagon Train”, and “The Wonderful World of Disney.” She later started writing under the name of Claire Whitaker working on well-known productions such as “The Waltons” (she was story editor), “Falcon Crest”, “Promised Land”, “Baywatch”, “Eight is Enough” and “Touched by an Angel,” among others. She wrote the TV movies “A Walton Thanksgiving Reunion” (1993) and “A Walton Wedding” (1995).

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