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I sensed his rebelling at the conventionalities that hung on in my speech, but he was never sarcastic or mean-spirited.Ĭharlie had been urging Gregg Jakobson to arrange the meeting with Terry Melcher, not because he wanted a recording contract - he had walked away from contracts - because when we went to the desert, we wanted to leave behind a message. In reply to "How are you?" Clem would say "perfect." If asked when his birthday was, he'd say "today." I understood his meanings and reasons, but his refusal to give a straight answer could be exasperating. Like Sadie and Brenda, Clem would turn a question back at the questioner, or give pat answers as a way of "reprogramming" himself. Like Bobby, he came from a smart suburban family, and in some ways was a typical teenager, rejecting the past to form a world of his own.Īnd this about Clem from a letter from Sandy. His mischief and adept handling of creatures were parts of his charm, but Clem was no hick. Another time, he woke Ouisch and me, telling us tp "be still and just watch" the snake he was putting into bed with us.

Inside it was a beautiful live tarantula. He once gifted Sandy and me with a beautiful china teapot. It brought back to mind one of the first questions I asked Robert Hendrickson about him.:Ĭlem was actually classic as a country brother. So far in this section she reminisces about different Family members. Apparently, this wasn't about stuff or money. I found out later that she had offered him a Cadillac, but he refused it. As we drove away, he said that he had offered Charlene a place with us, but she didn't want it. In any case, it was not an entertaining trip for us - we slept most of the time - and the next day Charlie returned to say we were leaving. I don't know what gave me the impression that this ranch was more about women than horses, but I knew about Nevada's Mustang Ranch and I was beginning to think that Charlene might be running such an establishment. He went out to talk to her, and pretty soon an employee showed the rest of us to a bare rustic room with two beds, no telephone, and no TV. She was coming toward Charlie, but, after seeing the rest of us, she wheeled on her high heeled boots and let the screen door slam behind her.

Charlie sent one of the workers to let Charlene know that he had arrived. Tired and hungry from the overnight drive, we went in for breakfast. She had invited him to her ranch in Nevada, and instead of going alone, he asked Sandy, Brenda, Paul, and me to go with him.Ĭharlene's Nevada ranch had an old-time hotel with a cowboy cafe at the front.

He had met her at a party in Beverly Hills and invited her to The Ranch. I read later that she was some kind of heiress, but he never mentioned it. Her name was Charlene, a boot and whip-style girl with a curvy body. When it came to getting money Charlie went for what he knew.