EDITORIAL: Fallen Starr

Sally Starr vis­ited the Phil­adelphia Prot­est­ant Home in 2007.

She was a Phil­adelphia treas­ure and in­sti­tu­tion, right up there with the Liberty Bell, soft pret­zels and ho­agies.
When she passed away Sunday just two days after turn­ing 90 years young, Sally Starr cre­ated a tre­mend­ous gap in the heart and soul of the City of Broth­erly Love. A slice of that heart and soul and solace died with her. She was, as Philly ra­dio talk show host Domin­ic Giord­ano de­scribed her on Monday, a baby-boomer icon.
With all due and abund­ant re­spect to Gene Lon­don, Pix­anne, Cap­tain and Mrs. Noah, Wee Wil­lie Webber, Dick Clark, Chief Halftown, “Uncle Pete” Boyle and oth­er staples of the glory days of Phil­adelphia’s loc­al TV per­son­al­it­ies, Our Gal Sal was at the head of the class.
Any long­time Phil­adelphi­an who did not meet and greet Sally Starr at one of her nu­mer­ous per­son­al ap­pear­ances in the Delaware Val­ley didn’t try very hard and most cer­tainly missed a real treat. The Kan­sas City, Mo.-born cow­girl and host of Chan­nel 6’s Popeye Theat­er had the kind of cha­risma, warmth and per­son­al­ity that’s as rare as a cer­tain sail­or­man without his spin­ach.
In the 1960s and ’70s, par­ents knew that when their kids were watch­ing Aunt Sally on the tube, they were in good hands. And now, Sally can rest on her laurels.
Thanks for the memor­ies, Sally Starr. Phil­adelphia will love you forever.
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