Remember when I said it’s hard for me to de-clutter? Well, I was making a valiant attempt at discarding old boxes of files the other day, when a lone white envelope slipped out as if calling to me. The envelope was so thin, I broke my nail trying to lift it from the uneven boards on our attic floor. As I opened it, I realized I had found a family treasure: A clipping from the former St. Louis Globe-Democrat, featuring an article written by my father-in-law, Harold Koplar, just one year before his untimely death in ’85.
When I turned the envelope over, I saw that it had been sent to me by my own father, Harold Scanlon (yes, my father and father-in-law had the same first names!), whose thoughtfulness extended well beyond Valentine’s Day (“My Valentine”). Below, you will see my father-in-law’s reason for writing it, as you follow him down “Memory Lane.”
- Harold Koplar, Johhny Carson & Dean Martin

Carmen and Mayor A.J. Cervantes with Harold Koplar

Ted and his brother Bob with Stan Musial

Harold Koplar and daughter Susan

The Koplar Kids circa 1984 (sans Kevin who was born in 1988)