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I told him he'd have to wait until the magazine came out. I think modesty is one of the nicest traits about my old man, but I* can remember when it almost worked against him. When he was just starting as a singer he was so very retiring that he lacked self-confidence and didn't believe he had a good enough voic-" to make a go of a singing career. When we got married, Perry had his own barber shop and was doing very well at his trade. Singing was just sort of a hobby with him. He'd work with little local bands a couple of nights a week or sing at club affairs, and people did seem to like his voice and personality. I encouraged Perry to think seriously about taking a chance at a musical career, and his father agreed with me. Father Como was a great guy and he loved music. He had a beautiful voice himself, and his sister, Perry's Aunt Anina Barbera, had been a leading soprano with the San Carlos Opera Company in Naples, Italy. On the other hand, Mother Como wanted her son to stay with the barber shop, because like most mothers, she felt a trade was good and steady and he wouldn't have to worry about making a living. But I guess Fate stepped in because just a few days after we were married Perry received an offer from Freddie Carlone to be a vocalist with his band. It paid only twenty-eight dollars a week, was far less than the barber shop brought in, but his dad and I thought Perry should give it a try. So Perry sold his shop, joined the Carlone band, and just four days later they went on the road. Of course Perry didn't make enough money to take me along — he was helping his folks out too — so I stayed in Canonsburg with the Comos. We thought he'd only be traveling a few weeks, and instead the road tour lasted eight months. He couldn't afford long distance telephone calls, but we wrote to each other every single day. While Perry was away, his mother taught me to make all the Italian dishes he liked. We had always cooked French style at my house, so I had to start from scratch and learn how to do the Italian sauces, and all the other specialties. By the time he came back I was proficient in turning out a good Italian meal. Perry's favorites were spaghetti, rigatoni and lasagna — and they still are, by the way. Shortly after the Carlone band came home, Perry got an offer to sing with Ted Weems. At first he hesitated because he wasn't sure he was ready to go with such a big outfit. At that time Weems had one of the most popular bands in the country, and of course it was a wonderful opportunity for Perry. Carlone insisted on his taking it, convincing him he just couldn't turn down such a good chance. This time Perry's salary was enough so that he could afford to take me with him. Otherwise, I know he wouldn't have accepted the job because he had made up his mind we would never be separated again. And we never have been. Perry and I saw practically the whole United States during the years we traveled with Weems. Our ultimate ambition was to have a home of our own and settle down in one place, but that was n'aturally out of the question as long as Perry was with the band. Though we lived in hotels, or took an apartment if we were to be in one town long enough, we always carried along little knick-knacks — vases, ash trays, pictures and things like that, so that each new place would seem as homelike as possible. Unlike many men, Perry loves beautiful china, glassware and silver, and in each new city we'd haunt the antique shops for unusual pieces. Most of the things we have in our Long Island home now were collected during our Weems days. When our son, Ronald, was born, I wanted to go home because I didn't think it would be good for the baby to travel. But Perry was determined that we should both be with him, so he had a specially built mattress constructed in the back seat of our car on which Ronnie could sleep comfortably. And Perry even rigged up a special gimmick under the hood of the car < {j'tl Uvc to opwzte I CmmeMatebf Has the doctor ever said that to you . . . and made you think "Who'll be home to mind the children, to cook . . . will my husband be able to get along without me? . . ." This is one of many types of problems you'll hear in dramatic form on the radio program "My True Story," which comes direct from the files of True Story Magazine. You'll hear the hopes, fears, loves, ambitions and jealousies of real people, and through their problems gain a better understanding of your own. So . . . tune in »MY TRUE STORY" AMERICAN BROADCASTING STATIONS