by John Fricke


Across the last sixteen months, I’ve been fortunate to spend even more than the customary amount of time in the All Things Oz Museum in Chittenango, NY.  The happy experience of being surrounded by so much “Oz collection” has led to a lot of reflection here on the wide variety of products, projects, and memorabilia launched by L. Frank Baum, when he discovered the marvelous land (and first wrote about it) in THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ book in 1900. Fortunately, much of that material has been preserved, gathered, and presented – both in the public/professional sense, as with the Chittenango holdings, and also in the private/personal sense, as is demonstrated in the many photographs that fans post or otherwise share of an “Oz room” at home.  (Of course, truth be told: sometimes it’s “Oz roomS” . . . and/or hallways and/or houses. But more power to ‘em!)

I was a fervent and Ozzy collector myself as a preteen and teen; since then, during decades of Oz and/or Judy Garland-related work, there’s been additional happy accumulation. Many of the items are treasured here because of their special association with people, places, events, and heartfelt memories; given the social-media displays of favorite acquisitions joyously exhibited by so many fellow enthusiasts, I thought I’d take the same approach for this month’s blog.

The photos up-top show the front covers of two unusual editions of THE WIZARD OF OZ.  EL MAGO DE OZ (left) was published in 1940 in Santiago, Chile; O MAGICO DE OZ (right) appeared in Brazil in late 1939 and was one of the first foreign book publications to capitalize on that year’s release of the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer/Judy Garland musical. These publications were comparatively unfamiliar to Oz historians until they were discovered in an ancient MGM file folder during research for projects attendant to the film’s fiftieth anniversary in 1989. They’re of additional interest in that their texts follow the movie plot rather than that of Baum’s original story — and they’re illustrated with film stills (and, in the case of O MAGICO, a variety of actual film frames).


As a little boy, I haunted the two used book stores in downtown Milwaukee, WI, and turned up a number of treasures – some of which I still cherish. One of the loveliest of these (above left) was a 1902 first edition/second printing of Baum’s beauteous fantasy, THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF SANTA CLAUS, which sold for a rip-roaring five dollars! (Well, that was a hefty price for a preteen, back in the day.) A couple of years later, in 1963, I began to attend the annual conventions of The International Wizard of Oz Club, then held in Bass Lake, IN, at Ozcot Lodge – the summer home of Baum’s only surviving son, Harry Neal. He and I had already enjoyed a brief correspondence, and he most kindly autographed my copy of SANTA CLAUS — which his father had dedicated to him some sixty-one years earlier.


The Oz Club was only five years old when I first became a member in 1962. Among its prime movers-and-shakers was the wonderful illustrator/writer Dick Martin. We became pen pals and then friends; a few months after our initial meeting at the 1963 OzCon, the fortieth (and final) “official” book in the Oz series was published by The Reilly & Lee Company of Chicago; Dick had pictured and designed it.  In a gesture that typified the sharing, generosity, and camaraderie of the Club’s early members and collectors, he sent me a copy of MERRY GO ROUND IN OZ as soon as it came from the press. Or, to be more specific, as soon as he’d had time to gently excise the book’s first page, inscribe it, send it off from his Chicago home to Oregon to garner and retrieve the additional autographs of the coauthors; and then carefully “tip in” the returned leaf. Over subsequent years, the McGraws – mother and daughter – befriended me and became revered companions, as well . . . but Dick holds a forever-place of his own in my gratitude and heart for being both an omnipresent compatriot and a marvel of talent.

(The explanation behind the origin of my Ozzified first name in the Martin drawing will have to wait for a future blog; it’s not a biggie!)

Finally, this little boxed set of 45rpm vinyl records was my sixth birthday present. Just twenty-seven days prior, I’d been introduced to the magic of Oz by the initial coast-to-coast telecast of THE WIZARD OF OZ movie over the CBS network. The lifelong delight, thrill, excitement (not to say glorious obsession) began that evening, and my ever-supportive and encouraging parents provided three related presents when my natal day came around. The record set was, perhaps, first among equals; there was the thrill of the color cover (I’d seen the film on a black-and-white TV); the eight black-and-while stills on the back of the box; the interior plot synopsis and production history; and the original soundtrack excerpts of song and story. Such an amalgamation went a very long way toward reinforcing my fascination with the movie I’d so recently viewed; to be sure, those records “held me” – way beyond entranced — for three years, until OZ was televised for a second time.

As I finished typing the foregoing sentence here, I found myself letting out a very happy sigh. And that was because there was the once-again realization that it’s not about the collecting or possessions – as euphorically pleasing as they can be. It’s about the recollections that come with each individual article.

So, I thank you for your possible interest in (or curiosity about) the items pictured here. But I most especially thank you for giving me the warmth of remembering people, places, events . . . and OZ.  😊