he's the one who I saw naked).
It was fun staying with Aunt Nora. Their house was only two blocks from the Limberlost Library, where Cousin Joe let us check out books on his card. It was three blocks from Sylvan Lake, where we could go swimming and fishing in the summer.
And in the winter, there was another treasure: an attic full of comic books from the 1950s!
Donald Ducks! Ancient chubby Caspers! Archie going to sock hops! Pre-code horror!
And Jerry Lewis.
At the time I didn't know that Jerry Lewis was a real person, a comedian whose shtick involved blatant gay subtexts.
I just thought that he was a comic book character, a big-jawed, rather dopey, but cute young man who was not interested in women, as many cover gags demonstrated (here a woman is amazed because he took her through a Tunnel of Love without attempting a kiss.)
The Adventures of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis title (1952-1957) had the pair traveling around the world, to China, the Middle East, Mexico, sub-Saharan Africa, or Ruritanian countries of Europe, where they became immeshed in intrigues involving spies, bandits, evil cultists, or cannibals, allowing the easily-frightened Jerry to leap into Dean's arms.
Dean often got girls along the way, but Jerry did not.
(Yes, that's Batman and Robin as guest superheroes.)
In 1957, shortly after the real-life comedy duo split up, Dean Martin vanished from the comic books, and The Adventures of Jerry Lewis continued for another 84 issues, finally folding in 1971.
Eventually Jerry became the headmaster of a school for kids who are "different."
Some nice gay symbolism in my Aunt Nora's attic during the long, dull days after Christmas.
See also: Jerry Lewis Falls in Love.