by Elizabird » Fri May 20, 2016 9:01 am
I used to work for Bob Schoettler and the Convention Bureau, which in the 1960's had their office at the Mem. aud. I remember the Roller Derby, the big gospel "sings", the various popular music shows...and I remember the day a kid named Arsen Marsoobian came to work for Bob just before the big move over to the Convention Center. Arsen was thrilled to pieces when he bought the big Zamboni for the ice hockey rink...talk about a happy camper! The maintenance chief at the Auditorium was a cigar-chomping grand guy named Russ...baggy coveralls and a sweet funny nature. Every time he heard the bells ring from the Apostolic Orthodox Church down off Ventura, he'd bow his head, remove his cigar and intone, "There goes another Armenian". We had tons of fun together...Donna the booking secretary, Bev the housing lady for conventions, Betty-Ann the ramrod, Rose the Head Secretary to Bob, and little hippie me the gofer and demon typist. Great team with Bob Schoettler...the nicest man downtown.
I used to work for Bob Schoettler and the Convention Bureau, which in the 1960's had their office at the Mem. aud. I remember the Roller Derby, the big gospel "sings", the various popular music shows...and I remember the day a kid named Arsen Marsoobian came to work for Bob just before the big move over to the Convention Center. Arsen was thrilled to pieces when he bought the big Zamboni for the ice hockey rink...talk about a happy camper! The maintenance chief at the Auditorium was a cigar-chomping grand guy named Russ...baggy coveralls and a sweet funny nature. Every time he heard the bells ring from the Apostolic Orthodox Church down off Ventura, he'd bow his head, remove his cigar and intone, "There goes another Armenian". We had tons of fun together...Donna the booking secretary, Bev the housing lady for conventions, Betty-Ann the ramrod, Rose the Head Secretary to Bob, and little hippie me the gofer and demon typist. Great team with Bob Schoettler...the nicest man downtown.