James Sheldon directed many of the radio and televisions shows that shaped the American consciousness.
He directed the original radio version of We, The People when it became the first commercial CBS network program to telecast nationally on June 1, 1948. Since then, he experienced technological changes from live to electronic tape to film, from black and white to color, and from a few hundred thousand to multi-millions of television sets that in use today.
His early live credits include dramatic series, such as Robert Montgomery Presents and Studio One; comedies, such as Mister Peepers; musicals, such as Don Ameche's Holiday Hotel. He was also part of the move from New York to Los Angeles as television production shifted west in the mid-1950s, directing The Johnny Carson Show, West Point Story, Harbor Command, and Dick Powell's Zane Grey Theater.
In the 1960s, he directed episodes of 87th Precinct, Naked City, Route 66, The Millionaire, My Three Sons, The Twilight Zone, Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color, and Gunsmoke.
In the 1970s, he directed episodes of M*A*S*H, The Virginian, Sanford & Son, Rock Hudson's McMillan & Wife, and Raymond Burr's Ironsides.
In the 1980s, he directed episodes of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Cagney & Lacey, and The Equalizer.
He helped many actors begin their careers, including James Dean, Paul Newman, Dustin Hoffman, Gene Hackman, Carroll O'Connor, Clint Eastwood, Burt Reynolds, Lee Remick, Tony Randall, and Tyne Daly.
This is his story.
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Hello and thank you for checking out my biography! When I was one, my father died of a heart attack. My mother never remarried but besides loving and caring and making sure us three kids went to church every Sunday, the greatest thing she did for me was to get down on her knees before me when I was six years old and tell me that a woman should not try to show a boy how to be a man (thank you for your honesty, Mom!). She then turned me around so that I was facing a group of men, whereupon she told me to go and watch, listen, and learn. With a fatherless void in my chest, I had all the incentive I needed. I studied a great many men, not with conscious intent, not as part of an academic study, not with anything but a void to fill in my chest, a void which felt as big as space itself. Into that void, I shoveled everything from John Wayne to Woody Allen (so to speak). I shoveled until I was plumb full. And when I had filled myself up, I was as confused as ever. That's right, I didn't know who I was, and all the knowledge in the world couldn't help me. Then I heard my long forgotten friend Jesus calling, and somehow, almost like groping in the dark, I found my way back to Him. He took what I had put inside and brought it to life. And when He did, it was like nothing I can describe except to say my void filled with light, my eyes could see at last, my stars and planets were put in order and I was filled with joy. Then, with my new life, I only needed something to spend my newborn energy on, and that's when my older brother planted the idea of canoeing the Lewis and Clark Trail in my head. Doing the trail was a walk with God in the footsteps of my forefathers and mothers for which I am deeply grateful.
