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Mary Frampton, 76; Times photographer,
Malibu activist.
Mary Frampton, one of the first
female staff photographers at the Los Angeles Times who became
an environmental activist in Malibu, has died. She was 76. Frampton
was found dead Friday at her home in Malibu, said her friend
and attorney John Murdock. She had been in declining health,
but a cause of death has not been determined. |
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THE MALIBU SERIES.
I remember landing in Los Angeles. It was around 1:30 in the
morning and what seemed like an endless tiring flight. The only
person I knew in LA was my agent David Levinecalled him and got
his answering machine, telling me he was in San Francisco on
business and would be returning the next day. I waved down a
cab and asked to be taken to a hotel near the beach. We arrived
at The Palm Hotel, a non-descript place, in fact it seemed a
bit seedy, but I was so tired I didn't care. I just wanted to
hit a bed a get some sleep. The night clerk was nice and had
a thirst for conversation. I quickly told him I was exhausted
and would love to chat with him in the morning. My room appeared
to be decorated by a blind person. I was so tired I would have
slept in a tree. I woke up the next morning to 83 degree weather.
I remember leaving Toronto, it was 9 degrees...yes, I was in
California. I dressed and went downstairs to ask the clerk where
was a good place to get breakfast. He pointed to a restaurant
across the street. I would later find out that this was a landmark
and many musicians and actors dined there regularly. I had a
great and filling breakfast and decided to try and call David
one more time. He answered and was very excited to hear I was
in town. He asked where I was. I told him I was on Lincoln Blvd.
at The Palm, but was not sure what part of the city I was in.
He laughed and said, " You are in Venice. What the hell
are you doing there?" He quickly came over and picked me
up. I stayed with him in his apartment in Beverly Hills. Now
this was the Cali I had seen in movies and TV, tall mainicured
palm trees and exotic cars. He lived in a hi-rise on Wilshire
Blvd, with a doorman and a pool at the top of the building. One
could get very used to this. I began looking in the newspaper
for a place to live, although the luxury I was surrounded with
would have suited me just fine. But I needed my space for creative
reasons more than anything else. I was determined to live at
the beach and preferably in the community of Malibu, home to
the rich and famous...just kidding. After almost a month of living
in luxury my search was not inspiring, not to mention the rent
was so exorbadent I was beginning to get discouraged. David asked
how my search was coming and I told him I was not having any
luck. He told me not to worry and that I could stay with him
as long as was necessary. That same day he informed me that he
was being interviewed by entertainment editor Robert Hilburn
of the Los Angeles Times and that a photographer was coming to
take some pictures. He said I should hang out and watch the session.
I agreed. The photographer arrived and I let her in. She introduced
herself as Mary Frampton from the Los Angeles Times and I gave
her my name. She needed a few minutes to set up her equipment
and we began talking. She noticed that I was looking through
the classified ads of the Times and inquired what I was looking
for. I explained that I had just moved here from Canada and was
looking for a permanent place to live, by the beach, and that
I didn't have a lot of money. She inquired what line of work
I was in and I explained that I had just released an album on
A&M Records and was down here promoting it. She asked if
David was working with me and I said yes. Our conversation went
well and I could see that she liked me. At the end of the shoot
she gave me her phone number and told me she lived in Malibu
and could possibly accommodate me with a room....I was so overjoyed.
I called her the next day and arranged to go and see the place.
When I arrived at her home I knew it was perfect and the bonus
was she had an old white piano. We agreed on the rent and I moved
in. This was one of the most prolific times of my writing career.
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