The Life of Carey Wilber, Sr.

Television writer, squirrel-feeder, fib-teller, chimney,  reporter and subject of reports, skeptic, lover, gourmand, plotter, cad, charmer, dramatist, raconteur, poseur, professional uncle and nuttynut Carey Wilber, otherwise known as "Pop" to his descendents, sycophants, friends, and tormentors... popdog.jpg (25090 bytes)

first hied into existence June 26 of 1916, and died near Seattle, Washington on Saturday, May 2nd, 1998, at the ripe young age of 82. He is survived by offspring and step-offspring -- Alix Wilber, Carey Wilber, Jr., Jeremy Wilber,   Barbara Wilber, and Chris Paul, and by several stepkids, grandkids, and variegated in-laws, and by former partner Gertrude Wilber.

Carery Wilber was full of contradictions. He was by turns funny as hell, passionate, irresponsible, sympathetic, crazy, eloquent, and one of the best damn writers, dialogue artists, and yarn-spinners west of the Atlantic Ocean. After getting tossed out of Catholic school at the age of 14 for reading Voltaire (while pretending to read his prayer missal), Carey turned to journalism, where he made his mark at multiple newspapers, including the Toronto Globe, Milwaukee Journal, Memphis Commercial Appeal, and New York Times.

By the early 50s, Carey gazed at the emerging medium of television, decided a writer of his ilk could make a living there, and wrote and sold his first teleplay. Over the next 30 or so years, Carey saw hundreds of additional scripts produced, for shows as disparate as Captain Video, Bonanza, Lost in Space, Star Trek, The Outlaws, Twilight Zone, and Days of Our Lives.

And therein lies at least part of the tale of Pop. MORE (if you dare)...

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The Life of Carey Wilber, Sr.
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