The following was sent by David, 56, as a comment to the post How to bend a spoon using your mind. I find his story fascinating. David also asks everyone if they can identify the child and his father, even though the story that he tells happened more than 30 years ago. Here it is:
I am a fifty-six year old Hollywood cameraman. In 1976, I was hired to shoot some still photos for the Whole Life Expo, a New Age Convention held at the Mayflower Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. The publicist and I stopped by the day before the Expo to scout the location. The ballroom where the Expo was to be held was filled with the usual vendors’ booths, tables and chairs, a small stage, but hardly any people.
The publicist recognized two of the featured guests: a red-haired man around thirty and his freckled son, who looked to be around thirteen. His jeans and T-shirt were dirty as if he had just come in from playing baseball. The publicist introduced us and said the boy could bend silverware like Uri Geller. Skeptical, I asked if the boy would mind demonstrating his skills for us so I could take some photos. They agreed and instructed me to find a spoon or fork.
I walked over to a pile of hotel silverware on a nearby table and picked up a heavy, silver-plated
tablespoon. We pulled some chairs into a circle and sat down. I handed the spoon to the boy. I was never farther than two feet away from the boy and I purposely did not take my eyes off of the spoon. The boy held the spoon up in front of us in his right hand and began absent-mindedly rubbing the handle just below the ladle with his thumb and forefinger. As he did so, his father was telling us stories about their son’s psychokinesis, including how he and his wife had found the silverware in a kitchen drawer warped and bent following a temper-tantrum by their son when he was just a toddler.
The father noticed how closely and intently I was watching the spoon and suggested I didn’t have to watch so hard since his son would tell us when the spoon started to bend. Oh, yeah, sure, I thought to myself. The boy was staring off into space as he continued rubbing the spoon.
After about a minute he said, “It’s starting.” As my friend and I watched, the boy held the handle lightly between his fingertips as the ladle of the spoon began slowly curling backwards. When it was at a 90 degree angle to the handle, I quickly (and rudely) snatched the spoon from the boy’s hand and tried to bend it where it had curled: I couldn’t. This was not a magic trick; it happened. I was so flabbergasted that I completely forgot to take any pictures. I don’t remember the father and son’s names but I remember they lived in Whittier, California.
Would anyone have any idea who they were?
Further discussion on spoon bending is in the forums at Spoon bending discussion.