Bernadette (was zearing) 22 Feb 2011
#19Many years ago this store was open and I had a chance to see it. There is an amazing collection of cuff on display. I made a trip about a week ago and the store is closed. The pictures of the cuffs were taken through the window with no interior lighting. I could not get pictures of everything, but there are some great cuffs. What is going to happen to this collection is not known. So gaze into the past.
Ron
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I am one of two daughters the zearings had. The youngest. I am not close to my biological family. I worked in the store for some years as well, simply as part of our family business, as a teenager when we lived in the back of the store, and also some in my early twenties, then again in mid-thirties. Back in the late 90s, a year or two after his death, I attempted at the request of my biological mother (mrs. zearing) to set up a meeting with buyers who wished to purchase some of the items in the store, including a case. They had been customers for years and had been attempting to contact her by mail. Non of which she responded to.
I felt so badly for the potential buyers as when they did get there, at her request I might add, she refused to sell anything significant, making them jump through hoops for the few items she would sell.
Some of the Steve McQueen stories zearing told were true. He collected old toys and used to spend time in the store. The movie set used to rent some props from them for other movies. Part of one film was taken in the store itself.
The cost of items, not so true. Zearing was a fairly habitual liar. Most people saw through the b.s., and just listened. He also claimed to have been a fighter pilot in the Air Force. Sadly he was honored as such at his memorial service. He was never a pilot. He was a passenger in a plane when he took photos. I finally got his military records to back up what I tried to prove. He was a photographer. Grandiose and arrogant, two excellent descriptives.
He actually stood in front of a family one day back at the candy counter and tried to tell them that some of the andy was specially 'air dropped' for him from another country. It was so very humilating to be a part of the family. I left the zearing name far behind me.
Much of the content of the store will be rotting by now. I did go and help in 1997 when he died, but she had me doing bizarre things like shredding her candy catalogs page by page. She said people would get her sources out of the trash if I did not. When I told this to the consulting attorney I brought in for her, she told him that I must have misunderstood. Not so. She was a liar as well. I polished cases, hauled out trash from where he had been living in the back of the store. Told her I'd come watch the store for her and she could just sit, so she could keep the store open, and not lose money on the stock, or pay insurance to store all the merchandise. To allow her to move on when she was ready. She told me she didn't want to.
I took hours sorting paperwork to bring her up to date for the past few years of taxes which he failed to do, and when after months I completed that... that is the last time I was there. I refused to keep up the lies which held together their facade for so many years. Thus the separation from the 'family'.
I have completely separated myself from the remaining family and this, by choice, will reamin so. I am not proud of having been a part of that family. Not proud of the lies we were made to tell while growing up, to neighbors, and to customers when they opened the first store in Ramona CA. He told people it had been in LaJolla CA. Always something bigger and better than real life. Not any of it true.
I feel badly at times for having belonged to a family who believed themselves better and more intelligent than other individuals. They would lie to people's faces without blinking an eye, and think that people were not intelligent enough to know. They were so very wrong in that belief. I used to see the looks people would give each other on their way out. Lying about almost eveything in the store was common to them as it had been throughout our lives.
Several times she asked me if I would help her contact auction houses, bring in legal help to advise her on how to liquidate the store contents. I was hoping that she would do so, then that she would take the proceeds and go travel, go see her homeland and family that she never had done. She refused to do so. I brought the people to her, did the research for her, but as usual she would back out. She would become angry if we encouraged her to get rid of it all, take the money and enjoy her life. She told me she wasn't willing to sell merchandise for the low amounts she claimed people offered. Neither he nor she were realistic about the value of what they had.
I washed my hands of it, and them. The dysfunction I grew up with continues there, and I wanted/want no part of it.
It took me a long long time...but I have healed from my past with that family and I have moved on.