Candy O'Terry's Blog
When God Closes A Door, He Opens A Window
Posted 7/15/2011 12:43:00 PM

Dear Diary:

I've spent the week filling in for Mike Addams on Morning Magic.  It's always a challenge to get up at 4AM, but I do it because I think it makes me a better radio girl.   I'm feeling a little melancholy lately, thinking about the nearly 21 years I've spent at Magic 106.7.  People say:  your job sounds like so much fun…and it is.  But like any other job, you have to work hard to get to where you want to be.

I'm remembering my decision to pursue a career in radio.  My husband of 10 years had announced he didn't love me anymore and I completely fell apart.  Once I stopped crying, I had to figure out how to support my children.  I was working as a session singer at the time, while running the swimming program at the Meadowbrook Day Camp in Weston and fronting a band called STAGE UNLIMITED.  My son Chris was 10 and daughter Colleen was 7.  I remember driving down the road and seeing a sign for the Connecticut School of Broadcasting in Wellesley Hills.  I thought to myself:  Why don't I get a job at a radio station?  I bet they have medical and dental insurance!  

In July of 1990 I began 4 months of instruction at CSB. I remember sitting in the classroom, taking copious notes, getting ready for my turn to read a commercial aloud, or take a turn in the broadcast booth, feeling so nervous and self conscious, but knowing somewhere very deep inside that I could be good at this.  When I couldn't find a babysitter, the kids came with me.  The school was located right beside the Charles River, so they brought their fishing rods.  I'd sit in the seat closest to the window with one eye on the teacher and one eye on my children. I paid Chris 2 dollars:  One for taking care of his sister and another for not throwing her in! 

And at the end of the 4 months, CSB kept their promise and sent me on 3 job interviews.  One was at a little radio station in Gardner, MA. called WGAW.  As I was driving to the interview, I found the station on my radio and listened…only to hear myself singing the station's jingles.  What a coincidence!   The program director offered me a job doing news in morning drive for 17 thousand dollars a year. The problem was: who was going to take care of my children at 2AM when I'd have to leave the house to drive to Gardner?  

My second interview was at WKOX in Framingham.  I remember driving up to the station.  The office was in a trailer. I had on a long, fitted skirt with a tight belt and high heels. I introduced myself to the secretary and she brought me into the program director's office.  He stood up at his desk to greet me.  As I bent over to extend my hand, my skirt split all the way up my backside.  I spent the entire interview trying to figure out how to get out of this man's office without turning around to show him my butt!  His name was Jim Candy.  As our time together came to an end, he approached me and got down on one knee and said: "Will you marry me?  If you do, you'll  be Candy Candy."   I stood up and backed myself out of his office.  Mr. Candy's secretary saw a lot more of me than she was expecting!  And yes, he offered me a job as an overnight reporter for 10 thousand dollars a year.   

A few days later, I got a phone call from CSB asking if I would be interested in a  temporary, off air position at Magic 106.7. I jumped at the chance.  I remembered hearing the beautiful voice of Nancy Quill as I rocked my Colleen to sleep when she was a baby.  And of course, the one and only David Allan Boucher. I interviewed with program director Don Kelley in November 1990.  The interview lasted 3 hours and during that time, we discovered we were both left handed Boston College graduates who lived in Wellesley and that our children had the same pediatrician.   I was hired as Don's secretary a week later and the path of my life changed.  I learned that when God closes a door, He opens a window…and I jumped right in. 


Next time I'll tell you the story of the first time I was on the air.  

xo Radio Girl 

 

 

 

 

Posted By: Candy O'Terry  

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    So inspirational!! I know is not easy to support two children as a single mother. I am a divorced mother, whom left her country few years ago. I am struggling with the same scenario as you did. I'm supporting my children, I'm working as a school bus driver and I"m going to college for better future for my family. Today I recharged my bateries after I read your diary. You reminded me that "Yes I can"
    Thank You!!
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