This has happened so many times that Mister Rogers has come to see that number as a gift, as a destiny fulfilled, because, as he says, "the number 143 means 'I love you.' This boy had a very bad case of cerebral palsy, and when he was still a little boy, some of the people entrusted to take care of him took advantage of him instead and did things to him that made him think that he was a very bad little boy, because only a bad little boy would have to live with the things he had to live with. She had curls in her hair and stars at the centers of her eyes. I closed the door and sat back down. And even now, when he is producing only three weeks' worth of new programs a year, he still winds up agonizing—agonizing—about whether to announce his theme as "Little and Big" or "Big and Little" and still makes only two edits per televised minute, because he doesn't want his message to be determined by the cuts and splices in a piece of tape—to become, despite all his fierce coherence, "a message of fragmentation.". And so the change is made, and the taping resumes, and this is how it goes all day, a life unfolding within a clasp of unfathomable governance, and once, when I lose sight of him, I ask Margy Whitmer where he is, and she says, "Right over your shoulder, where he always is," and when I turn around, Mister Rogers is facing me, child-stealthy, with a small black camera in his hand, to take another picture for the album that he will give me when I take my leave of him. American journalist. Oh, honey, Mommy knew you could do it….And so now, encouraged, Mommy said, "Do you want to give Mister Rogers a hug, honey?" Three died, and they were still children, almost. He had already won his third Daytime Emmy, and now he went onstage to accept Emmy's Lifetime Achievement Award, and there, in front of all the soap-opera stars and talk-show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, "All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. he asked her, and when she said yes, he said, "Oh, thank you, my dear." The doors were open, unlocked, because the house was undergoing a renovation of some kind, but the owners were away, and Mister Rogers's boyhood home was empty of everyone but workmen. It was one of those swords that really isn't a sword at all; it was a big plastic contraption with lights and sound effects, and it was the kind of sword used in defense of the universe by the heroes of the television shows that the little boy liked to watch. Then he looked at me and smiled. The first time I met Mister Rogers, he told me a story of how deeply his simple gestures had been felt, and received. Where is Fred?" Developing Heroic Qualities Enhance your integrity. he asked. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are….Ten seconds of silence." "Oh, Mister Rogers, would you please just hug me?" Second mook: "Huh. He didn't have an umbrella, and he couldn't find a taxi, either, so he ducked with a friend into the subway and got on one of the trains. Yes, at seventy years old and 143 pounds, Mister Rogers still fights, and indeed, early this year, when television handed him its highest honor, he responded by telling television—gently, of course—to just shut up for once, and television listened. It has all 865 programs, in both color and black and white, and for two months this past spring, Joybubbles went to the library every day for ten hours and watched the Neighborhood's every episode, plus specials—or, since he is blind, listened to every episode, imagined every episode. An ophthalmologist is a doctor who takes care of the eyes. "Oh, Mister Rogers, thank you for my childhood." But how could Mister Rogers show little becoming big, and vice versa? His name was Fred Rogers. Except that Mister Rogers wasn't going anywhere. You were a child once, too. ", And now Margy comes up behind him and massages his shoulders. Once upon a time, Mister Rogers went to New York City and got caught in the rain. In fact, when the little boy grew up to be a teenager, he would get so mad at himself that he would hit himself, hard, with his own fists and tell his mother, on the computer he used for a mouth, that he didn't want to live anymore, for he was sure that God didn't like what was inside him any more than he did. I asked him because I wanted his intercession.". Though of all races, the schoolchildren were mostly black and Latino, and they didn't even approach Mister Rogers and ask him for his autograph. It takes one letter to say 'I' and four letters to say 'love' and three letters to say 'you.' There was an energy to him, however, a fearlessness, an unashamed insistence on intimacy. Maya Lin is a famous architect. We were heading there all along, because Mister Rogers loves graveyards, and so as we took the long, straight road out of sad, fading Latrobe, you could still feel the speed in him, the hurry, as he mustered up a sad anticipation, and when we passed through the cemetery gates, he smiled as he said to Bill Isler, "The plot's at the end of the yellow-brick road." ", Then he turns back to the little girl. This article was the basis for the plot of the film A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. What is yours named?". "I imagine they're blue.". "No, you're not," she says. Once upon a time, there was a boy who didn't like himself very much. December 11, 2019 // Great Reads. On this afternoon, the end of a hot, yellow day in New York City, he was very tired, and when I asked if I could go to his apartment and see him, he paused for a moment and said shyly, "Well, Tom, I'm in my bathrobe, if you don't mind." "It's Joanne," he said. ", "I know that," Mister Rogers said, "and that's why the prayer I'm going to teach you has only three words. Then he took off his shoes and put on a pair of navy-blue canvas boating sneakers. "Now, Deb, I'd like to ask you a favor," he said. And so the next morning, we swam together, and then he put on his boxer shorts and the dark socks, and the T-shirt, and the gray trousers, and the belt, and then the white dress shirt and the black bow tie and the gray suit jacket, and about two hours later we were pulling up to the big brick house on Weldon Street in Latrobe, and Mister Rogers was thinking about going inside. Koko was much bigger than Mister Rogers. Hmmm. Simply speechless to learn about this wonderful person who gave me so much warmth just by randomly watching fragments of his shows, thank you Mr Roger. Read 6 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. ", "Yes, Mister Rogers. We hate that.' 'I love you.' He doesn't even know. His name was Fred Rogers. "Do you think we can go in?" "Oh, I don't know, Fred," she said. "Can I take your picture, Tom?" His name was Old Rabbit. Once upon a time, a man named Fred Rogers decided that he wanted to live in heaven. I just wanted to let him know that he was strong on the inside, too. I had never prayed like that before, ever. But if you think this film is a straightforward biopic, you’re mistaken. Not every journalist can say they’ve seen Mr. Rogers naked. I'm listening to these guys when, from thirty feet away, I notice Mister Rogers looking around for someone and know, immediately, that he is looking for me. A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood: Neighborly Words of Wisdom from Mister Rogers is just one of Fred Rogers' more than 36 books. You may be able to find more information about this and similar content at piano.io, Here Are The Celebrity Cameos on 'The Mandalorian', Everything We Know About 'Cobra Kai' Season Three. The little boy with the big sword did not watch Mister Rogers. Heaven is the place where good people go when they die, but this man, Fred Rogers, didn't want to go to heaven; he wanted to live in heaven, here, now, in this world, and so one day, when he was talking about all the people he had loved in this life, he looked at me and said, "The connections we make in the course of a life—maybe that's what heaven is, Tom. The real-life piece, titled Can You Say...Hero?, was published in Esquire in November 1998 and is included in the book A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood: Neighborly Words of Wisdom from Mister Rogers. The little boy didn't know why he loved Old Rabbit; he just did, and the night he threw it out the car window was the night he learned how to pray. "If Mister Fucking Rogers can tell me how to read that fucking clock, I'll watch his show every day for a fucking year"—that's what someone in the crowd said while watching Mister Rogers and Maya Lin crane their necks at Maya Lin's big fancy clock, but it didn't even matter whether Mister Rogers could read the clock or not, because every time he looked at it, with the television cameras on him, he leaned back from his waist and opened his mouth wide with astonishment, like someone trying to catch a peanut he had tossed into the air, until it became clear that Mister Rogers could show that he was astonished all day if he had to, or even forever, because Mister Rogers lives in a state of astonishment, and the astonishment he showed when he looked at the clock was the same astonishment he showed when people—absolute strangers—walked up to him and fed his hungry ear with their whispers, and he turned to me, with an open, abashed mouth, and said, "Oh, Tom, if you could only hear the stories I hear!". An honorific is what people call you when they respect you, and the moment Mister Rogers got out of the car, people wouldn't stay the fuck away from him, they respected him so much. And so when he threw Old Rabbit out the car window the next time, it was gone for good. The Definitive Mr. Rogers Profile: 'Can You Say...Hero?' It's just a meeting of friends," he said. ", "Old Rabbit. Fred Rogers: Can you say Hero ONCE UPON A TIME, a little boy loved a stuffed animal whose name was Old Rabbit. He would grow up to become a great prayer, this little boy, but only intermittently, only fitfully, praying only when fear and desperation drove him to it, and the night he threw Old Rabbit into the darkness was the night that set the pattern, the night that taught him how. The boy had never spoken, until one day he said, "X the Owl," which is the name of one of Mister Rogers's puppets, and he had never looked his father in the eye until one day his father had said, "Let's go to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe," and now the boy is speaking and reading, and the father has come to thank Mister Rogers for saving his son's life….And by this time, well, it's nine-thirty in the morning, time for Mister Rogers to take off his jacket and his shoes and put on his sweater and his sneakers and start taping another visit to the Neighborhood. Explore the full November 1998 issue of Esquire. Though he’s been gone for years, his name keeps coming up because the new feature film, starring Tom Hanks, is a hit. Browse featured articles, preview selected issue contents, and more. “I think that is the challenge of, not all journalism, but all longform journalism,” he said when I interviewed him last December for an … They are tall—as tall as the cinder-block walls they are designed to hide—and they encompass the Neighborhood's entire stage set, from the flimsy yellow house where Mister Rogers comes to visit, to the closet where he finds his sweaters, to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe, where he goes to dream. Fred Rogers has been doing the same small good thing for a very long time... By Tom Junod ... Do you remember thisphotograph? Oh, and I'll bet the two of you were together since he was a very young rabbit. Then, with his hand still over hers and his eyes looking straight into hers, he said, "Deb, do you know what a great prayer you are? If they can hate something like that, you wonder how easy it would be for them to hate something more important." I was sitting in a small chair by the door, and he said, "Tom, would you close the door, please?" Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. I only knew of him. Margy couldn't stop them, and she couldn't stop him. He had been on television before, but only as the voices and movements of puppets, on a program called The Children's Corner. He writes all his own scripts, but on this day, when he receives a visit from Mrs. McFeely and a springer spaniel, she says that she has to bring the dog "back to his owner," and Mister Rogers makes a face. Koko watches television. No, he had to show it, he had to demonstrate it, and that's how Mister Rogers and the people who work for him eventually got the idea of coming to New York City to visit a woman named Maya Lin. ", "Look at us—I've just met you, but I'm investing in who you are and who you will be, and I can't help it. So I wanted to learn more about him. puts her focus on Lloyd Vogel (Matthew Rhys), a disgruntled journalist. ", "What prayer is that, Mister Rogers? Once upon a time, you see, I lost something, and prayed to get it back, but when I lost it the second time, I didn't, and now this was it, the missing word, the unuttered promise, the prayer I'd been waiting to say a very long time. He prayed for Old Rabbit's safe return, and when, hours later, his mother and father came home with the filthy, precious strip of rabbity roadkill, he learned not only that prayers are sometimes answered but also the kind of severe effort they entail, the kind of endless frantic summoning. "But Mister Rogers, I can't pray," Joybubbles said, "because every time I try to pray, I forget the words. And here, as he made his way through thickets of bewildered workmen—this skinny old man dressed in a gray suit and a bow tie, with his hands on his hips and his arms akimbo, like a dance instructor—there was some kind of wiggly jazz in his legs, and he went flying all around the outside of the house, pointing at windows, saying there was the room where he learned to play the piano, and there was the room where he saw the pie fight on a primitive television, and there was the room where his beloved father died…until finally we reached the front door. Look at us—I've just met you, but I'm investing in who you are and who you will be, and I can't help it. Hero? Let us know what’s wrong with this preview of, Published he asked, and then handed me the phone. It was so old, in fact, that it was really an unstuffed animal; so old that even back then, with the little boy's brain still nice and fresh, he had no memory of it as "Young Rabbit," or even "Rabbit"; so old that Old Rabbit was barely a rabbit at all but rather a greasy hunk of skin without eyes and ears, with a single red stitch where its tongue used to be. It's not a good word. Apr 6, 2017 This article was originally published in the November 1998 issue. "It's not a performance. ", The walls of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood are light blue and fleeced with clouds. Then he looked at me. She was a minister at Fred Rogers's church. Now he was stepping in front of the camera as Mister Rogers, and he wanted to do things right, and whatever he did right, he wanted to repeat. he asked Bill Isler, president of Family Communications, the company that produces Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. ", "Maybe a puppet, or a special toy, or maybe just a stuffed animal you loved very much. Tom Junod's “Can You Say … Hero?” is about Mr. Rogers as much as it is about the writer himself. He was a child, once, too, and so one day I asked him if I could go with him back to Latrobe. And so, every day, Mister Rogers refuses to do anything that would make his weight change—he neither drinks, nor smokes, nor eats flesh of any kind, nor goes to bed late at night, nor sleeps late in the morning, nor even watches television—and every morning, when he swims, he steps on a scale in his bathing suit and his bathing cap and his goggles, and the scale tells him that he weighs 143 pounds. The place was drab and dim, with the smell of stalled air and a stain of daguerreotype sunlight on its closed, slatted blinds, and Mister Rogers looked so at home in its gloomy familiarity that I thought he was going to fall back asleep when suddenly the phone rang, startling him. Her name was Deb. 'Most people think of us as a great domestic airline. Mister Rogers always worries about things like that, because he always worries about children, and when his station wagon stopped in traffic next to a bus stop, he read aloud the advertisement of an airline trying to push its international service. He can't define it. "Oh, Mister Rogers, you're the father I never had." In fact, the little boy with the big sword didn't know who Mister Rogers was, and so when Mister Rogers knelt down in front of him, the little boy with the big sword looked past him and through him, and when Mister Rogers said, "Oh, my, that's a big sword you have," the boy didn't answer, and finally his mother got embarrassed and said, "Oh, honey, c'mon, that's Mister Rogers," and felt his head for fever. Did you have a special friend like that, Tom? He was a music major at a small school in Florida and planning to go to seminary upon graduation. Can You Say...Hero? They're all in heaven.". Did you have any special friends growing up? he asked. The shootings took place in West Paducah, Kentucky, and when Mister Rogers heard about them, he said, "Oh, wouldn't the world be a different place if he had said, 'I'm going to do something really little tomorrow,'" and he decided to dedicate a week of the Neighborhood to the theme "Little and Big." "This man's name is Tom. Her seems like the warm, cozy blanket incarnate. Second mook: "Fuck that. A clock is a machine that tells people what time it is, but as Mister Rogers sat in the backseat of an old station wagon hired to take him from his apartment to Penn Station, he worried that Maya Lin's clock might be too fancy and that the children who watch the Neighborhood might not understand it. He finds me, because that's what Mister Rogers does—he looks, and then he finds. Can you say hero? There are no discussion topics on this book yet. He was sitting on a couch, under a framed rendering of the Greek word for grace and a biblical phrase written in Hebrew that means "I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine." What kind of prayer has only three words? Fred…" But Mister Rogers was out of the car, with his camera in his hand and his legs moving so fast that the material of his gray suit pants furled and unfurled around both of his skinny legs, like flags exploding in a breeze. A reprinted copy of this article was included in one variation of promotional packages supporting A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. He was the soft son of overprotective parents, but he believed, right then, that he was strong enough to enter into battle with that—that machine, that medium—and to wrestle with it until it yielded to him, until the ground touched by its blue shadow became hallowed and this thing called television came to be used "for the broadcasting of grace through the land." On December 1, 1997—oh, heck, once upon a time—a boy, no longer little, told his friends to watch out, that he was going to do something "really big" the next day at school, and the next day at school he took his gun and his ammo and his earplugs and shot eight classmates who had clustered for a prayer meeting. He has spent thirty-one years imagining and reimagining those walls—the walls that have both penned him in and set him free. by Esquire. A woman was with him, sitting in a big chair. He takes a nap every day in the late afternoon—just as he wakes up every morning at five-thirty to read and study and write and pray for the legions who have requested his prayers; just as he goes to bed at nine-thirty at night and sleeps eight hours without interruption. What is grace? Cerebral palsy is something that happens to the brain. A death ray! Bill had driven us there, and now, sitting behind the wheel of his red Grand Cherokee, he was full of remonstrance. He was in college. "Can I take your picture, Tom?" We’d love your help. On his computer, the boy answered yes, of course, he would do anything for Mister Rogers, so then Mister Rogers said, "I would like you to pray for me. At first, the boy was made very nervous by the thought that Mister Rogers was visiting him. Do you know that about yourself? And who wouldn't need that in their life? One hundred and forty-three. I took the phone and spoke to a woman—his wife, the mother of his two sons—whose voice was hearty and almost whooping in its forthrightness and who spoke to me as though she had known me for a long time and was making the effort to keep up the acquaintance. Can you say hero? He is the recipient of two National Magazine Awards from the American Society of Magazine Editors. Mister Rogers didn't leave, though. Now, what the fuck is grace?" "I'd like to take your picture. I took it and then put my hand around her free hand. He came home to Latrobe, Pennsylvania, once upon a time, and his parents, because they were wealthy, had bought something new for the corner room of their big redbrick house. Find 1,672 synonyms for hero and other similar words that you can use instead based on 20 separate contexts from our thesaurus. It was not his fault. And then he was on the move again, happily, quickly, for he would not leave until he showed me all the places of all those who'd loved him into being. This is a man who loves the simplifying force of definitions, and yet all he knows of grace is how he gets it; all he knows is that he gets it from God, through man. Koko watches Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, and when Mister Rogers, in his sweater and sneakers, entered the place where she lives, Koko immediately folded him in her long, black arms, as though he were a child, and then … "She took my shoes off, Tom," Mister Rogers said. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. And so that's what I told him. ", "Did your special friend have a name, Tom? He was starting a television program, aimed at children, called Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. That's cool. He moved his hand from her wrist to her palm and extended his other hand to me. The doctors were ophthalmologists. They just sang. "I'm done. "Fred, they're not home. The tie is next, the scanty black batwing of a bow tie hand-tied at his slender throat, and then the shirt, always white or light blue, whisked from his body button by button. She and the boy lived together in a city in California, and although she wanted very much for her son to meet Mister Rogers, she knew that he was far too disabled to travel all the way to Pittsburgh, so she figured he would never meet his hero, until one day she learned through a special foundation designed to help children like her son that Mister Rogers was coming to California and that after he visited the gorilla named Koko, he was coming to meet her son. "Would you like to speak to him?" He was so nervous, in fact, that when Mister Rogers did visit, he got mad at himself and began hating himself and hitting himself, and his mother had to take him to another room and talk to him. In fact, when Mister Rogers first told me the story, I complimented him on being so smart—for knowing that asking the boy for his prayers would make the boy feel better about himself—and Mister Rogers responded by looking at me at first with puzzlement and then with surprise. He got out of the car, and, moving as quickly as he had moved to the door of his house, he stepped up a small hill to the door of a large gray mausoleum, a huge structure built for six, with a slightly peaked roof, and bronze doors, and angels living in the stained glass. Though of all races, the schoolchildren were mostly black and Latino, and they didn't even approach Mister Rogers and ask him for his autograph. Fred never stopped looking at her or let go of her hand. I'm glad I know that. Nearly every morning of his life, Mister Rogers has gone swimming, and now, here he is, standing in a locker room, seventy years old and as white as the Easter Bunny, rimed with frost wherever he has hair, gnawed pink in the spots where his dry skin has gone to flaking, slightly wattled at the neck, slightly stooped at the shoulder, slightly sunken in the chest, slightly curvy at the hips, slightly pigeoned at the toes, slightly aswing at the fine bobbing nest of himself… and yet when he speaks, it is in that voice, his voice, the famous one, the unmistakable one, the televised one, the voice dressed in sweater and sneakers, the soft one, the reassuring one, the curious and expository one, the sly voice that sounds adult to the ears of children and childish to the ears of adults, and what he says, in the midst of all his bobbing nudity, is as understated as it is obvious: "Well, Tom, I guess you've already gotten a deeper glimpse into my daily routine than most people have.". He thought about it for a second, then said, by way of agreement, "Okay, then—tomorrow, Tom, I'll show you childhood." I'm standing against a wall, listening to a bunch of mooks from Long Island discuss the strange word—cariz —a foreign word—he has written down on each of the autographs he gave them. This article was originally published in the November 1998 issue. He wanted to tell children that what starts out little can sometimes become big, and so that could devote themselves to little dreams without feeling bad about them. In 1980, Junod graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in English from the State University of New York at Albany.. Career. Will you pray for me?" It means that you can think but sometimes can't walk, or even talk. Until one night, Mister Rogers came to him, in what he calls a visitation—"I was dreaming, but I was awake"—and offered to teach him how to pray. Early life. He wanted to tell children that what starts out little can sometimes become big, and so that could devote themselves to little dreams without feeling bad about them. "Roy Rogers is done. Your prayers are just wonderful." First mook: "Looks like you're gonna have to break down and buy a dictionary." 1 year ago. Notes. The first time I called Mister Rogers on the telephone, I woke him up from his nap. We make so many connections here on earth. When I handed him back the phone, he said, "Bye, my dear," and hung up and curled on the couch like a cat, with his bare calves swirled underneath him and one of his hands gripping his ankle, so that he looked as languorous as an odalisque. Bill Gates, tech pioneer, co-founder of Microsoft, and co-chair of the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, is an avid reader who people follow... Fred Rogers has been doing the same small good thing for a very long time... 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